Darton's shout echoed through the vast, lavishly decorated room. Even with the soundproofing magic devices in place, the soldiers guarding outside could still feel faint tremors running through the walls.
"I know. I know everything you've said, Lord Darton, but..." Princess Hisui listened silently to his shouting and roaring, a trace of bitterness forming at the corners of her mouth. She raised her head and gazed toward Blue-Green Mountain in the distance, then sighed. "Very well. It seems I'd better give you some accurate information now..."
"Accurate... information?" Darton's eyelid twitched, and a vague sense of foreboding rose within him.
"Yes, accurate information." Princess Hisui nodded and sighed deeply. "Do you see it, Lord Darton? This country, this prosperous country. What a wonderful, happy, peaceful country it is. Our country..."
"You're right. With the True God of Death here, with Mr. Achill, whose strength has now grown unfathomable, if we only had to deal with Acnologia and Zeref, those two dark legacies of history, there would indeed be no need to take the enormous risk of changing history. We wouldn't have to stake everything on such a desperate course. After all, only the hope we can see before us and reach out to touch is truly real..."
She reached out as though trying to grasp something, but in the end, her hand fell helplessly to her side. Princess Hisui said bitterly, "But if reality towers above hope, if the reality bearing down on us is already so powerful that it far surpasses every hope we have, powerful enough to utterly extinguish that so-called glimmer of hope, then we can only entrust our last possible hope to the radiance of the Eclipse..."
"W-what are you saying, Your Highness Princess Hisui...?" Beads of cold sweat appeared on Darton's forehead. His ominous feeling