When several guards escorted the Head Maid away from the royal palace, a massive fire began to burn from the palace belonging to the queen, gradually spreading to the other halls.
On the other side, the young knight protected the prince in his arms, gathering more than a hundred loyal royal knights, and charged out through the west gate toward the wasteland.
High up in the sky, Velin watched the rebels move into the city, then glanced at the young knight who had already broken out of pursuit range, a bright light flashing in his eyes as he wondered what he was pondering.
Standing beside Velin, Isis watched the royal palace being swallowed by the raging fire, took a deep breath, and couldn't help asking, "Velin, this must be the greatest tribulation."
"Of course this is..." Velin withdrew his gaze, turned to look at his eldest brother, the corners of his mouth curving up slightly as he spoke, "Only the beginning. The real tribulation is still waiting for His Highness the Prince."
"Since he calls me uncle, I have the responsibility to properly temper his character and provide him with a little insignificant help, so as to reflect my concern for him."
Seeing the smile on Velin's face, Isis felt that matters were not as simple as his younger brother made them sound.
Aisilia was the same; her understanding of this brother-in-law all came from her husband, and although she felt this sentence was somewhat wrong, it was just a feeling.
As for Xuemiyya, she could understand the implication behind her husband's words.
Taking in the expressions of all three at a glance, Velin smiled without a word, raised his hand, and began to accelerate time within the illusionary realm.
After all, the tribulation of a fallen country and a