As for the mysterious person who delivered the letter, it was none other Isolte.
Not long after mailing a letter, Isolte returned to the Water God Style Dojo.
Squinting his eyes slightly...
She walked through the corridors of the dojo, smiling at everyone she met, and occasionally taking the initiative to greet them politely.
Sunlight streamed in through the windows on either side of the dojo, falling on her pale blue dress and making her appear gentle and serene.
Her expression was very serious, very serious...
Because it was a very important day for Isolte, the day she underwent the test to become the Isolte Sword King.
Isolte has made ample preparations for this day.
She faced the situation with a smile and composure, showing no sign of stage fright whatsoever.
From the time I woke up this morning until now.
Her breathing remained steady, and her heartbeat hardly skipped a beat.
Inside the main hall at the very center of the Water God Style School, witnessed by a group of Water God Style disciples.
Isolte officially accepted the test from the Water King. When she used the Water God Style swordsmanship, it was impeccable in every aspect, without even a single superfluous movement.
The entire set of movements was fluid and clean, prompting many disciples present to nod in approval.
In stark contrast to the extremely rigorous selection process of the Sword God Style, the Water God Style does not require defeating others to prove itself.
Anyone who publicly demonstrates that they have mastered two of the five great mysteries of the Water God Style can be publicly bestowed the title of Water King.
At this moment, it goes without saying... Isolte has successfully proven herself to everyone.
The person seated at the very top is the Water God Reida, who, as Isolte's teacher, is the person of the highest status here.
The Water God Reida Water God Reida very pleased to have such an outstanding disciple who was more than capable of inheriting her mantle.
She sat there with a satisfied smile on her lips.
"Okay... Isolte."
"You did very well today. Now that you have successfully mastered two of the Water God Style's secret techniques, it means... Congratulations, you have successfully passed the Water King's test."
The Water God Reida paused, her voice clearly reaching the ears of every disciple present. "... Today, in the name of the Water God Reida, I formally bestow upon my disciple Isolte the title of Water King in public."
" Water King? That's amazing."
" Isolte truly lives up to her reputation as the Water God's disciple. She became the Water King this year... and she's only sixteen years old, isn't she?"
"Hmm, to achieve the title of Water King before the age of sixteen, Isolte... her future is simply immeasurable."
Amazed glances kept coming from inside the dojo.
As the most outstanding genius girl in the Water God Style, Isolte is the object of envy and admiration for countless people here.
The disciples huddled together in twos and threes, whispering amongst themselves, their eyes filled with admiration and longing as they looked at her.
However, Isolte was not as happy as she had imagined.
If it were before, she would have been too excited to sleep.
After all, becoming the Water King and obtaining this title would mean taking a step closer to her dream of becoming the Water God.
That was the goal she had been pursuing since she was old enough to understand; it was her promise to her master and her expectation for herself.
But now.
Although Isolte was still at the Water God Style Dojo, her heart had already wandered off somewhere else.
Despite being praised by everyone, her mind would often wander unintentionally.
Her deep gaze would occasionally pierce through the crowd, frequently looking towards the northwest corner.
Where...
There was someone she, Isolte, most wanted to catch up with—something she had to do in her life, besides her dream of becoming the Water God.
The moment she became the Water King, the first thing Isolte wanted to do was go back to her room, write a letter, and share her joy with that person.
He became the Water King!
If he knew, he would surely be happy for me, wouldn't he? I've not only gotten closer to the Water God, but also closer to him.
write a letter...
Okay, let's continue writing letters...
Although Isolte had already sent a letter today, she didn't mind writing another one... She planned to write next month's letter as well.
The feeling of secretly writing letters to someone you care about, without telling anyone, gave Isolte a vague sense of excitement.
It felt like doing something secret that only I knew, a mix of trepidation, anticipation, and fear of being found out by others.
After closing and locking the doors and windows and making sure no one was around, Isolte secretly picked up a white quill pen and began writing at her desk in her room.
Before long, Isolte began to frown, and a bitter expression quickly appeared on her face.
Huh?
What should I say?
After all, it's been almost a year since they last met. How will the other person react after receiving and reading my letter this time?
After all... will he feel pressured after learning he's become the Water King?
Such thoughts flashed through Isolte's mind, and memories of their time in the Sword Sanctum kept resurfacing, instantly stirring up precious recollections between the two of them.
Why...
It's so annoying.
So far this year, I have sent more than ten letters to the Sword Sanctum.
Without exception, every single one of them disappeared without a trace.
Despite not receiving a single positive response, Isolte did not give up easily, knowing that perseverance meant victory.
Just as I persistently chased after his retreating figure, after witnessing my efforts, will he also place high hopes on me?
Just thinking about these things... Isolte's lips curl into a slight smile, and she felt a sense of warmth.
Someday, the two of them will meet again.
Unbeknownst to Isolte, she was not the only one who longed for Luo Ge.
In the northern part of the Central Continent, heavy snow is falling... In a separate girls' dormitory at Ranoa University, located in the magical city of Sharia.
The second princess of the Asura Kingdom lives there; her full name is Ariel Anemoi Asura.
Under the guise of studying abroad, he evaded capture and fled to the magical city university in Sharia.
At this moment, she was holding her guardian sorcerer, the Silent Fitz, and asking him an intimate question.
"... Fitz, um... did you take care of what I asked you to do?"
"Huh?"
" Ariel, I... I've already bought it. It's a limited edition that was just smuggled from the Asura Kingdom today."
When Sylphie finally bought the artwork from the traveling merchant after queuing all day.
To be precise...
It's a statue, a statue of a five-year-old child, holding a sword, in a very childish and immature pose, as if riding the waves.
When Sylphie handed the doll to Ariel, she was also puzzled as to why the princess would become interested in a doll.
Confuse...
confused...
You see, while Princess Ariel did appreciate art, her tastes were more focused on jewelry and beautiful clothes...
She herself wasn't particularly fond of these dolls, which were more like works of art.
But lately, I don't know what's wrong.
Princess Ariel, while out shopping, inadvertently saw a statue that a merchant was smuggling from Asura, and suddenly her whole personality changed.
It was as if they were bewitched.
Every night, he would sleep with these dolls he had bought, and sometimes Sylphie, who was outside the room, could even hear the whispering sounds coming from inside.
"... Fitz, don't worry about all that. After you hand this doll over to me, you can go and rest."
"Yes, Your Highness..."
Although Sylphie wanted to say something more, Sylphie kept quiet after remembering that Luke wouldn't let her ask any further questions.
Once Sylphie left the room, leaving Ariel alone, her elegance and sophistication vanished instantly.
How should I put it?
It was as if she had switched personalities and immediately started to let loose. Princess Ariel hugged all the dolls to her arms and admired them.
Her fingers gently traced the outline of the doll, her eyes meticulously examining it inch by inch, as if she were examining some rare treasure.
"I won't be mistaken..."
"This is the Sword King! Sword King valiant figure is so lifelike, it's exactly the same!"
"... Although I've only met him once, this incredible craftsmanship is unmistakable; it possesses a unique charm belonging to the Sword King. The Sword King..."
She gazed at the doll and began to murmur involuntarily.
Deep within her memory... Ariel couldn't help but recall what happened on the Red Dragon's Upper Jaw that day.
In the midst of a blizzard.
The Sword King exuded killing intent and emanated an extremely powerful sense of oppression.
Especially when you try to please the other person and build a good relationship, the other person's indifferent look, as if they're looking at trash, is what you feel most hurt by.
That's right!
That's the look in his eyes.
To this day... Ariel can't forget that look, the look of looking at trash, as if she, Ariel, was treated like a piece of trash on the street.
" Sword King..."
In the stillness of the night, Ariel gazed at the lifelike dolls, murmuring to herself, and... her eyes grew increasingly enamored with their presence.
The more unattainable something is, the more you want it.