Good things did not always happen in this world—more often than not, there might be even more bad things. But as long as tomorrow's sun could still rise, there was no harm in looking forward to the future a little more.
Beneath the towering canopy of the Thorin Giant Tree, a wind carrying the scent of damp earth began to blow.
Within the layered canopy, which resembled a colossal fortress, countless branches and leaves rubbed and trembled, producing a rushing sound like ocean waves. Birds and beasts nesting in the tree and the surrounding thickets were startled and fled from their hiding places. Margarita stepped onto the hardened path, left the cottage, and slowly walked forward.
She looked up ahead. In the wondrous vista formed by the immense canopy and the vast earth, the sky had become an elongated, radiant curtain, with a gigantic sun slowly moving along its edge.
The young female knight narrowed her eyes. A low, oppressive feeling lingered in her heart, and she dearly wished that someone could share this heavy burden with her—but in the end, she could only straighten her face again and return herself to her usual calm, stern state.
Then, several shadows suddenly emerged from the distant end of that horizontally stretched sky. Backlit by the sun, they resembled tiny jewels set upon the giant sun's crown. Yet they quickly approached Thorinburg, and beneath the giant sun's radiance, their outlines became ever clearer.
Several watchtowers in the Sorin Region began flashing light signals. A messenger from the Communication Station on duty entered Margarita's line of sight, running swiftly toward her. But before he reached her, Margarita had already guessed what was happening—
His Majesty had finally arrived.
The female knight did not allow herself to sink into her gloom. Her knightly training