Brando came to his senses in a daze. He gazed at the Nature Orb in his hand, which radiated a gentle light and rosy glow, then turned his head and found Delphine already looking at his face.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, my lord." Delphine gently shook her head before looking away, but the loneliness between her brows was still plain to see.
Brando could not help sighing inwardly at the sight. Although the Chancellor's daughter's ideas were extreme, was she not also a victim? Besides, compared to her, although she had plotted many things behind the scenes, few people had truly suffered because of her. Compared with the Silver Queen's mercilessness, which had plunged countless people into war and disaster, it was more like mere willfulness and stubbornness.
Strictly speaking, Roman was the only person who had truly suffered because of her. But was the merchant's daughter's fate not inevitable as well? Brando understood perfectly well that how could the Twilight Dragon's schemes over several eras be changed by a mere mortal?
In truth, he had understood all of this from the beginning. However, when Delphine brought it up again in that contemptuous tone, he still could not help directing his anger at her.
"Are you really all right?" Brando asked. "Should you rest?"
"There's no need." Delphine hesitated for a moment. "I only had a dream."
"A dream?"
"Mm... I dreamed about some things from my childhood." She forced a smile, her eyes filled with nostalgia. "My lord, I lived in Loinburg until I was five. It was on the outskirts of South Banker, and it was my father's territory. When I was little, I was the leader of a group of children. I had a group of companions, most of whom were orphans adopted by the Silver Lily Society