Your Highness
That title made Cang Yue, who had always been indifferent to this world, pause slightly. She did not particularly like learning about the ancient history of this so-called universe, but she had heard of some things. For example, what kind of status could make Iluvatar address someone as Her Majesty?
In the current universe, some said that she was the strongest female existence, while others said it was Queen Xi. But neither she nor Sylvanas had the qualifications to make Iluvatar address them that way. The only one who could receive such a title from him was the existence who had once bestowed upon him the title of Guardian King—the Ancient Wood Elf Emperor, one of the former Three Main Rulers of the universe!
She still existed?
"How have you been lately?" The voice was incomparably gentle, and Iluvatar's expression became extremely complicated. This most noble celestial god in the universe lowered his usually proud head and said respectfully, "Thanks to Your Highness's blessings, everything is well."
"Blessings?" The voice on the other side sighed softly. "I have no blessings to speak of. Not having dragged you down is already good enough."
"Your Highness, please don't say that." Iluvatar's expression changed, and he hurriedly said, "It wasn't Your Highness's fault."
But he could not continue. The collapse of the Elf Civilization and the fall of countless races—whose fault was it?
The conversation stopped just like that, and they fell into an eerie silence.
The Headmaster gazed at the void with a beaming smile, seemingly not caring at all about Iluvatar's inner conflict. This man had been conflicted for a very long time, but he had never chosen the wrong side. Back then, although he had been the least likely person to be persuaded to defect, he had still