Chapter 844

Chapter 844: Entering the Palace

After a good night’s rest at the inn, the next afternoon, Lolan Hill and Ye Ling arrived at the palace gates once again. Today, there was an additional maidservant standing guard at the entrance, dressed in a black and white uniform.

“Parinsha?” Looking at the familiar figure, Lolan Hill immediately recognized the secretary who had assisted her in Clancia in the past. She was not only the chief maidservant and secretary of the palace but also a descendant of the former King of Westwind, and could be considered the last princess.

Recalling the days spent in Red Mulberry Palace, Lolan Hill stepped forward once more. This time, Parinsha quickly recognized the young lady.

She struggled to suppress her excitement and walked over swiftly, tears welling up in her eyes.

“Why are you crying? Is something wrong?” Lolan Hill held Parinsha’s hand to comfort her. It was hard to imagine that the efficient person she once knew would cry like this.

Parinsha blinked forcefully to hold back her tears, wiped her eyes, and then spoke slowly.

“I apologize for causing trouble, my lord.”

“Because I have finally realized my long-cherished dream, I am very happy.” As she spoke, she lifted her skirt slightly and bowed deeply.

“Welcome back, Your Highness.”

Then, under the astonished gaze of the guards, Secretary Parinsha led Lolan Hill into the palace.

The early summer breeze blew through the palace, where officials in white robes could be seen everywhere, moving about in the clean and white palace buildings, conveying various documents and instructions. Parinsha walked ahead, introducing the changes over the years to Lolan Hill.

“The previous layout of the palace was no longer suitable for the vast amount of administrative work, so many places were renovated, and more staff were added.”

“Since the railway opened, we can now receive reports and situations from all provinces of Clancia at any time, which greatly aids the administration. Of course, this also means that the workload for document processing has increased.”

“Fortunately, each department has gradually improved its systems over the years, and everyone is performing their duties orderly.”

“After your departure, we engaged in many exchanges with the Holy Land. Currently, the territory of the Holy Land is considered part of Clancia, governed by the same laws and management methods. However, some autonomy remains in personnel arrangements.”

“We participated significantly in the reconstruction of Black Rock, dispelling many residents’ concerns and prejudices. In recent years, they have fully integrated into Clancia. The same situation occurred in Falcon, Vergha, and Rourna.”

“After centuries, the seven Snowflower states have finally united into one complete nation, although there were minor issues along the way. Fortunately, everyone’s enthusiasm and patience helped resolve these issues, leading to a united and harmonious state.”

“This was the vision the former King of Westwind had always dreamed of, but it came true much faster than expected after his reign ended,” remarked Parinsha, who seemed to have mixed feelings.

“Later, to foster a common ideology and national sentiment, Clancia began compiling new textbooks. This edition includes not only the origins of Westwind but also legends and customs from all regions of the seven Snowflower states, enabling people to understand and identify with each other. This was something you suggested, and it has finally been realized.”

“Then, Grand Priest Chalonde of the Holy Land led a delegation to visit Soland. After discussions with several leaders including Pulman, it was decided to compile a book recording your holy deeds and words. I believe you would feel delighted seeing such a scene.”

“No, I’m not happy,” Lolan Hill thought to herself.

Recording technical aspects was naturally correct, and philosophical insights had value too, but she really didn’t want her name attached to everything. It felt awkward. If ancient people returned to Earth and saw these familiar words, they might mock her as someone who loves to boast about themselves.

“At first, people were somewhat worried because some stories seemed like myths and were hard to believe. But surprisingly, people seemed to prefer such beautiful and mythical stories.”

“Moreover, when students from different regions gathered in the capital’s university, they compared their experiences and found that many stories were indeed true, deepening their admiration and respect. Thus, the new church branch, Starfall Song, developed exceptionally fast.”

“Compared to distant and ethereal legends, personal experiences are always more touching and appealing.”

“Many residents suggested erecting statues of Lolan Hill to commemorate her. The letters and scrolls requesting this piled up like snowflakes, nearly filling the palace mailbox.”

“To respond to everyone’s expectations, Pulman and several other leaders sought out skilled sculptors to ensure an accurate depiction of your appearance and posture, so as not to dishonor you.”

“After all, in everyone’s hearts, Lolan Hill is an incredibly beautiful and dreamlike existence. A poorly executed statue would be disappointing.”

Upon hearing this news, many sculptors volunteered enthusiastically, eager to contribute. Everyone viewed this as the highest honor of their lives.

“Even ordinary people wrote down their ideas, sending them to Soland for discussion and improvement, eventually determining the forms of the statues.”

“At that time, I also wrote down an idea—a scene of you reading under a tree, which left a deep impression.”

“Later, this small suggestion was chosen by the masters, and the statue was placed on the hill behind Sagebrush Academy in Soland, a quiet and pleasant place.”

This… Lolan Hill felt uneasy thinking about seeing her own statue whenever she moved around the country.

Sigh, why do they all like doing this? Is looking at a statue like looking at a figurine? She couldn’t help but think.

“This… actually, it might be too much, wouldn’t it be annoying?”

Lolan Hill twirled a strand of hair with her delicate fingers, feeling slightly embarrassed.

“No, Your Highness, everyone likes them. The more accurate the sculpture, the more beloved it becomes.”

“You don’t need to feel inferior at all. Everyone truly, truly loves them.”

She repeated the words several times, expressing her overflowing joy.

“Alright, we’re approaching the Starlight Hall. Pulman and the others are probably waiting inside. Please follow me.”

“Huh? This… so soon, so suddenly?”

Lolan Hill was taken aback. She had hoped to quietly meet some old friends before secretly returning to sleep in the Xilai Mountains, but instead, she found herself facing such a grand scene.

Sigh, how she wished to go home.

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