The cold night wind blew.

The girl stood quietly on the balcony, overlooking the city in front of her. Under the night, the Golden City was still brightly lit, but there was no sound. The complex and noisy in the world seemed to be filtered by an invisible barrier, and only these brilliance remained.

Tomorrow is the closing ceremony of the Midsummer Festival. After the highly anticipated individual competition, the team competition was not so dazzling, and the fact is the case. Since the Free Wings Guild was captured by the War Angels Legion, they also lost the qualification to participate in the team competition. In the end, those who participated in the team competition finals became the duel between Purple Lily and Cole Eagle. This is naturally jealous news for the royal party, but for the reformists, it was a tragedy. For this Midsummer Festival, they were determined and used all their means, but in the end they ended up like this.

The unfortunate and tragic ending is very pitiful. No wonder the southern nobles were increasingly unable to see Rhodes and his mercenary group - if Rhodes hadn't come out halfway, how could they fail? Without the starlight, the reformists could even win the final victory. By that time, it would be the best celebration for the reformists. But now, there is nothing left, there is nothing left, no one even speaks for them, and no one will sympathize with them.

Unfortunately, no one will sympathize with them, such losers.

"The moon can only show a striking brilliance at night, which is not as warm as the sun. But it is much softer than it - in such a night, it is best for viewing the moon, isn't it? Kleist?"

"As you said, Your Highness."

A middle-aged man in a noble formal attire and serious face slowly walked behind Lydia, bowed slightly to her, and bowed. He was wearing a black and straight noble dress, and the white shoulders were carved with the marks of hammers and long swords. The well-maintained face was filled with a cold look. It made people completely unable to see through his thoughts. The beautiful mustache was neat and smooth like his hair, which fully demonstrated the master's meticulous character. At this moment, he was standing quietly behind Lydia, staring at the girl in front of him with unique indifference. However, this was not disrespectful to Lydia. It was just his unique way of expressing respect.

He is the backbone of the royal party—Chrester, Marquis of Babylon. Like the Shania family, the Babylon family is also an important supporter of the royal party. However, unlike the former, the Babylon family is not responsible for those bright parts, but more realistic and cruel duties. Their predecessor was the "Heavenly Trial Group" under the Dragon of Light, and their only purpose is to eliminate any threats who try to hinder the Dragon of Light. With the changes of the times and the power of the Parliament of the Dragon of Light has grown.

The "Heaven Trial Group" has lost their original foundation. The Parliament believes that this "Heaven Trial Group" will only threaten and negatively affect the stability of the mainland, and the existence of these guys will only threaten the freedom of the people to express their opinions - this is no wonder. After all, the Parliament has been trying hard all day long to think about how to eliminate the influence of the Dragon of Light. According to the rules of the "Heaven Trial Group", all of these guys are to be on the stake. Of course, the Parliament cannot allow such a group of guys who threaten them to continue to exist.

So after the influence of the Dragon of Light gradually declined, the parliament immediately launched a large-scale encirclement and suppression of the "Heaven Trial Group". In this regard, the parliament showed extraordinary patience and strength. They even ignored the raging bandits around and mobilized all their forces to eliminate the members of the "Heaven Trial Group". The parliament's strong attack also had a very obvious effect. In just a few decades, almost two-thirds of the members of the "Heaven Trial Group" died without a burial place, and even the bodies were not left behind. Only the last lineage of responsible "executors" broke through the parliament's blockade and came to the Duchy of Mun after paying countless blood.

Then they united to form the Babylonian family, and continued to this day in the Duke of Moon. In the eyes of the "Heavenly Trial Group", only the Duke of Moon, which still adheres to the belief of the Dragon of Light, is truly trustworthy and can help them regain their due status, capture all those traitors in one place, and restore the glory of the Dragon of Light.

Their positions in Moon's Duke were spies and interrogations. It was rumored that the "Hell Trial Team" had their own unique system and skills, and almost no one could keep any secrets in front of them. The Marquis of Klester was a member of this Trial Team.

"How is the situation?"

"Sorry, Your Highness, we have not investigated any valuable clues. All members of the Free Wings Guild have no idea whether there is any connection between Waltz and the Dark Brotherhood. According to our information, they are indeed unaware. Although we have investigated from another aspect, but…..."

"The other party is ready, right?"

Lydia quietly stared at the bright moon in the starry sky in front of her and said without looking back. When she heard her words, Klester lowered her head deeply in shame.

"Yes, Your Highness, those reformists did a great job and left no valuable evidence. This time, we may not be able to produce favorable evidence to cure their sins in the end..."

"It's okay, anyway, they have learned enough lessons this time, but we can't show our weaknesses - hit them well and tell President Ton that this time I'm very dissatisfied with such a thing in the Wings of Freedom, and hope that he can make correct judgments and punishments in time."

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Is there anything else?"

"Yes, Your Highness, according to the information we have, the Duke of Roland..."

This time, before the man finished speaking, he saw Lydia raise his right hand and interrupt him.

“……Moths always like to flap their wings to face the flames. The water flow will only flow downward rather than upstream, no matter how it stops it.”

After saying this, the girl closed her mouth, and when she heard Lydia's answer, Marquis Kleist said nothing more. He bent down again and saluted Lydia respectfully.

"I understand, Your Highness."

"Don't rush for a moment, Kleist, everything is determined. Flowers will bloom in spring and leaves will fall off in autumn. Some things are too urgent to be anxious."

Speaking of this, Lydia closed her eyes.

"By the way, what I asked you to investigate before, has there been any results?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

Hearing Lydia's inquiry, Klester immediately stood up straight.

"According to your request, we have thoroughly investigated the information about Mr. Rhode Elant, but there is not much valuable information. The news from Dongfangshanhara is ambiguous and vague. However, according to the results of our investigation, no one has heard of the name 'Rhode Elant'."

"oh?"

Hearing this, Lydia's eyes narrowed slightly.

"This is really interesting. Although the old people in Dongfangshanyuan are always unwilling to go out for activities on weekdays, I don't think they will turn a blind eye to such a talented person... This is really interesting..."

"There is another thing, Your Highness, this is what I discovered during the investigation. There seems to be some very special intelligence and rumors about the surname Elant......"

Speaking of this, Kleist took a few steps forward, then lowered his voice and said something to Lydia. When he heard Kleist's report, Lyist opened his eyes wide with interest, and then showed a very interested smile.

"Are you sure? Kleist? Take this seriously?"

"Yes, Your Highness, at least the authenticity of this legend has been proven..."

“This is really interesting…”

Lydia turned her head and looked at the night sky with a meaningful smile. At this moment, the moon had already hidden in the thick clouds, and only the white clouds were still floating quietly in the horizon. "The ancient king is about to return, and everyone will eventually surrender... In all things, only the void will last forever... The Psalm of Creation is indeed so interesting."

"Your Highness?"

Hearing this, Kleist looked at Lydia in confusion. He didn't know what the prince suddenly mentioned this at this time, but Lydia didn't mean to explain. She just chuckled a few times, then turned around and looked at the man behind her.

"Don't worry, Kleist, this matter has ended here. I don't want to hear any rumors about it anymore, do you understand?"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Hearing this sentence, Kleister's face turned solemn, and then he quickly answered.

"Very good, let's go. Tomorrow is the closing ceremony of the Midsummer Festival. We all need to be prepared."

After hearing Lydia's words, Klester respectfully bowed to the other party again, then turned around and left. It was not until this time that Lydia lowered her head, raised her lips slightly, and a trace of playfulness and expectation unique to a girl of this age flashed in her eyes.

"So, what kind of request will that gentleman make to me next? I'm really looking forward to it..." (To be continued)

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