Chapter 570

Chapter 570: The Glorious Kingdom Recalled in Memories

The next morning.

A small white-bellied emerald bird landed on the round window of the room, tilting its head curiously, pecking at the glass pane, making a soft thumping sound before suddenly spreading its wings and flying away.

The silver-haired girl in the room was still sleeping in the pristine bedding, her body gently rising and falling with each breath. Thus, as the sun slowly crept into the house, her face was bathed in golden light, then gradually returned to a cooler tone.

It wasn’t until noon that the rhythmic knocking on the door of the light blue building on the first floor echoed, reminiscent of the familiar Secretary-General, Palinsa.

Lolan Hill’s eyelashes fluttered, then she slowly opened her eyes. Her transparent blue pupils showed a brief confusion upon waking, which quickly dissipated. Although she was an Extraordinary Being, her sleep habits were not much different from ordinary people, or perhaps even better.

If she truly wanted to, she could probably sleep for years like she did when she first awakened.

She knew it was Palinsa’s knock, but this maid secretary was usually considerate and wouldn’t disturb her rest easily. This time, there must be something important.

“Please wait,” she said, then changed into a white dress and descended the stairs.

When she opened the door, Palinsa was standing outside, dressed in a classic black-and-white maid outfit. Despite this, her unique aura was still striking, making one feel reliable and efficient.

“Lady Lolan Hill, I apologize for disturbing your rest. The matter is as follows…” She then recounted the events along the way and the request from Lord Feihlang.

“I see,” Lolan Hill responded.

As they walked down the palace corridor, chatting, they soon arrived at a quiet and beautiful courtyard.

On the emerald lawn, a white round table was set up, with a teapot and water on it. An elderly man was sitting beside the table, while another young couple was watching the colorful butterflies in the garden.

“Hello, may I ask if you are Master Feihlang?” As the host, Lolan Hill naturally greeted him.

“Hello, are you the Sage Lady Lolan Hill?” Despite having heard descriptions and rumors about this sage, Feihlang was still surprised upon seeing her in person.

This girl, who appeared to be only around 17 years old and possessed only Sequence 5 strength, was the symbol of this country? It was hard to believe.

Fortunately, years of experience had taught him not to show his emotions too obviously. After a slight surprise, he stood up.

Although this young sage was still immature, she was a witch. Given time, reaching Sequence 9 was just a matter of time, and she had a long lifespan ahead of her.

“Yes, please sit down.” Lolan Hill sat down at one side of the white round table, then asked the maids to pour hot tea and bring some fresh fruit.

They exchanged pleasantries for a moment, introducing themselves before delving into the main topic.

“Do you know how many Sequence 9 exist currently among the Frost Roses, originally from Rourna?”

Due to the establishment of Clancia,

Soon, little was known about the hidden Sequence 9, which was also the most pressing issue for Lolan Hill at present.

“This, I’m not quite sure, but I estimate there should be 2-3 existences. Even if there are more hiding, they wouldn’t exceed four,” Fei Hulang said this way.

“Even so, that’s still quite terrifying,” Lolan Hill sighed and said.

Since she woke up in the Holy Land that day, she only then learned what had happened on that night at Mount Calanriel. Binies had almost single-handedly suppressed the Extraordinary Beings present and controlled the situation.

Although there was only a one-character difference between Sequence 8 and Sequence 9, the gap between them was immeasurable, as different as heaven and earth.

The existence of Sequence 9 was the peak that mortals could reach. According to Lolan Hill’s information from the previous Twilight Era, one must gain the acknowledgment of the Throne of Gods and obtain part of its power to transcend the limitations of Sequence 9 and advance to Sequence 10.

Compared to Sequence 8, Sequence 9 had its own distinct characteristics. Each Sequence 9 was unique, representing the complete eruption of personal beliefs and potential, something that could not be imitated.

Almost all cultivation paths for Extraordinary Sequences reached up to Sequence 8. To become a Sequence 9, one had to rely on personal fortune.

After sighing, Lolan Hill asked the elderly man about the condition of the highest-ranking Extraordinary Beings in the nation during the heyday of Westwind.

“I spent decades in the Westwind Army and have some understanding of this matter.”

“The strongest period for Westwind should have been at the beginning of its founding. Roland and his friends, among others, had at most six Sequence 9 existences simultaneously. But with the passing of that Golden Generation, the number of coexisting Sequence 9s decreased over time.”

“The last small peak was about a hundred years ago, when I was in my prime. Including myself, Westwind had three Sequence 9 existences. At that time, we had just opened up the north-south canal, ushering in a prosperous and affluent period.”

“Afterwards came a slow decline, a period of transition, and finally, the rise of Clancia.”

“As the capital of Westwind was under siege, I once considered taking action, but later abandoned it. Because I knew that even if I acted, it would only prolong the struggle for a few decades. The foundation of this nation had gradually been eroded away; it couldn’t be changed by a single person.”

“Even the existence of Sequence 9 could not sustain a crumbling edifice. In the newly risen Clancia, I saw more hope and commendable aspects, so I ultimately decided to let go.”

He picked up the teacup in front of him, took a slow sip, and then turned his gaze toward the silver-haired girl before him.

“In any case, you’ve done very well. You haven’t been blinded by hatred and resorted to indiscriminate killing. Instead, you’ve always restrained those surging emotions, considering the long term. This has allowed the people of this land to transition with minimal casualties.”

“When I was young, I saw many rebel forces, but they were driven solely by passion, knowing only resistance but unaware of where they should go afterward. Apart from spilling blood, they could not change the established facts. Even if they succeeded, the positions would merely be occupied by another group, who would soon corrupt themselves, becoming…”

The Unappealing Manner.”

“Going to war can be easy due to momentary impulses, but maintaining clear-headed rationality and steadily advancing toward a goal is difficult.”

“This is also why I am surprised at you. It’s like being trapped in a dead-end loop with no way forward, until suddenly, a broad path leading to the open wilderness appears amidst the forest.”

Looking at the elderly man with wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, Lolan Hill slightly lowered her head, feeling somewhat embarrassed by such high praise. In reality, she was merely standing on the shoulders of giants. It was the continuous efforts of an entire generation that led to the discovery of this feasible path.

Of course, there were still imperfections, but one couldn’t dismiss its greatness because of them. Compared to the unjust and corrupt past, today represents significant progress.

Though the journey was winding, when everyone awakened, they would eventually see hope, right? Each generation has its mission. Take one step, then another, and the road will gradually be opened up.

“Now that the Frost Union is invading, do you think the Sequence 9 existences will take the initiative to attack?” Lolan Hill asked curiously.

“Perhaps, but only 1-2 might participate; the rest will likely remain in their homeland, guarding against the Verdant Empire,” Fehlang replied.

“Additionally, please don’t treat the Frost Union as a single entity. I have been to Rourna and understand their political system well. There are many voices within, and they mostly unite for the sake of profit.”

“If Cranisia wants to defeat or completely defend against the attack this time, they need to carefully connect, win over, and divide several factions. After several failed offensives and exhausting resources, internal dissent will gradually rise.”

“This is how a parliamentary system works. When everything is going well, harmony prevails. But during critical moments, when sacrifices must be made to endure hard times, everyone starts to shirk responsibility.”

“Because in their eyes, sacrifice means losing personal interests for others’ survival, and they won’t even be appreciated for it, which is seen as a foolish act.”

“This is also why I look down on the overly clever mages of Rourna. Sometimes, the more meticulous one is in calculations, the harder it is to win hearts.”

“Although the West Wind was once rotten and unappealing, it wasn’t always like this. Once upon a time, it was a glorious and honorable nation.”

Gradually, Fehlang recalled the prosperous era of the West Wind and recounted the knights who, carrying banners and bearing honor and courage, entered battle during the Battle of Broken Bows. For a time, the land was picturesque, lances like seas, heroes emerging one after another.

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