Chapter 513

Chapter 513: The Arrival of Winter Snow

The trees within Red Mulberry Palace, adorned with tender green leaves, gradually turned yellow and slowly fell, scattering onto the pebble path.

Time leisurely passed, with gentle currents of air, crisp autumn winds, and the gradually cold white frost. The seasons outside the window continued to change.

With a heavy snowfall, the world fell silent once more.

In the morning, the melodious chirping of birds in the distance became the only sound in the icy, snowy world.

Lolan Hill turned her body in the warm cocoon of her blankets, reluctantly opening her eyes after a while to gaze at the bright window.

Sometimes sleep was not just physical rest and recovery, but also mental relaxation and enjoyment.

Even in this world where physical health was excellent, she believed that sleeping well was essential to maintaining a good state.

However, it would be better if dawn came later.

Although this young lady was usually diligent and serious, she occasionally thought about taking a break and relaxing.

After sitting up on the bed, she stretched lazily, shook her head, then gathered the hair at the back of her head, securing it with a blue hairband before getting out of bed.

The round window, when viewed from inside, was half-obscured by accumulated snow, with a layer of frost condensing on top, making it somewhat blurry.

She walked to the window, intending to open it for some fresh air, but found that the edges were stuck with ice.

Warm air enveloped the window, and after several seconds, the snow began to melt. Finally, the silver-haired girl pushed the window open.

It had snowed.

The entire city of Solande was immersed in a sea of white, and the world had grown quiet.

Yet, one could still see the shapes of houses outlined in the snow. Occasionally, small black dots emerged, which were chimneys with faint wisps of smoke rising.

This indicated that people inside were either warming themselves or cooking over a fire.

Despite being a world with extraordinary powers, many ordinary people still lived simple and frugal lives as they did in distant times.

They lit fires with wood, crossed rivers by boat, rode horses across the land, and touched and felt the world with their own hands.

The fresh air from outside flowed into the warm room, invigorating the spirit.

As she woke up, the young lady looked at the morning scenery before turning around to wash and change her clothes.

Dressed in a pure white robe with blue edges that hugged her figure, the young lady’s graceful curves were highlighted as she walked along the stone-paved paths within the palace. People would often greet her or bow as she passed.

With Lolan Hill living longer in Solande, many guards, maids, officials, and students came to know this simple yet elegant young lady.

Perhaps before coming here, everyone held a special admiration for the wise lady. How great must this sage be? Everyone had their own imaginings.

However, after truly getting to know and interacting with this young lady sage, they felt differently.

She was not some mysterious and unapproachable existence. Instead, she was quite approachable. Even if a common maid or guard spoke to her, she would stop, listen attentively, and answer kindly.

Sometimes, the maids who served her closely could see her planting flowers and herbs in the Red Mulberry Palace. She would read books under the trees, write, take short naps, and occasionally sit on a swing, her silver hair and white dress fluttering in the wind.

Over time, people began to blur her identity, seeing her more as a serene 17-year-old girl rather than the nation’s spiritual symbol.

Lolan Hill walked through the long corridors of the palace and entered a large hall to the north. This towering structure resembled a church, with high domes, large colored glass windows, and rows of candle stands.

The dark green floor was hard and smooth, and the sound of footsteps echoed as she entered the hall.

“The殿下来了.” A rabbit-eared young lady turned from the high platform ahead and looked at Lolan Hill approaching.

“Are you ready, Mira?”

“Uh-huh, almost. That group of kids is already outside the palace,” she said as she lightly jumped down the steps and joined Lolan Hill.

“We’ll have everyone here in half an hour, and then I’ll give a brief introduction.”

Today marked the graduation of a batch of students.

These students all studied the Angel Sequence. Some were human, others rabbit-eared, and they had been studying in the imperial capital, Solande, for two years.

Since the establishment of Clancia, to address the urgent need for physicians and rescue personnel, the nation set up a program in the imperial capital.

The school, dedicated to teaching the knowledge of the Angel Sequence.

Originally, this school should have been guided and educated by priests or teachers from the Holy Land. However, due to the initial strained relations between Clancia and the Holy Land, no agreement was reached. Furthermore, with the subsequent change of the Pope within the Holy Land, some external affairs were put on hold.

Later, Clancia invited the rabbit-eared tribe from the Tixil Mountains to serve as teachers. Although most of them had low Sequence levels, fortunately, what was needed at the moment was not high-end talent but basic medical care for the army and local areas, so the school was established.

Fortunately, with the arrival of Lolan Hill later, a large amount of medical knowledge and extraordinary knowledge supplemented the school, allowing it to truly get on track.

In this way, abandoning the support of the Holy Land, the courses and concepts taught at the school became more in line with their own needs. As a result, the upper echelons of Clancia eventually broke away from the Holy Land and built their own system.

It can be foreseen that as Clancia develops, there will be more priests coming from here in the future. They do not care about the various ideas of the Holy Land and will form their own organizational structure independent of the Angel Church, much like the former new religious movement.

“By the way, has His Highness not yet decided on a name for the school?”

Taking advantage of the fact that the students had not arrived yet, Mira stood behind Lolan Hill, helping to comb her hair, then asked in a low voice.

“Hmm, I’m thinking of a simple name.”

“Oh? I thought His Highness would choose some grand names, such as Light, Salvation, Sun, and so on.”

“Why does Mira think so?”

The young lady found it somewhat amusing and curious.

“Because when His Highness named the knightly order of the rabbit-eared tribe, it was something like that. The Iron烈阳Knight Order sounds so inspiring and majestic that the members feel honored by it.”

“Well, because the knightly order is used for battle, it needs to embody a grand and steel-like will, hence such a name.”

“But these students are different now. Their identities are very special. They need to heal physical wounds and also answer many spiritual doubts, giving off a kind of religious aura. If we lean too far in that direction, it will create blind worship and fanaticism.”

“And I don’t want to see such a scene.”

(End of Chapter)