[The End of the Nation] (17)

Chapter 17 Roman Holiday
If you have found your direction in life, the meaning of life, you will forge ahead without hesitation. If you continue to
be lost, unambitious, no one can help you, not even a glance…
In 1953, World War II had just ended, the world was devastated, and while everything was in ruins, people rekindled
the flames of hope for life. Enthusiasm was visible on the faces of everyone who had experienced the war; even
children who hadn't experienced it played freely in groups of three or five in the streets.
Television, newspapers, and magazines were filled with news of Princess Anne's visit to Europe. As the heir to the throne
, Princess Anne would visit major European cities. The news caused a great sensation.
The last stop of Princess Anne's European tour was Rome.
The news caused a great sensation. People eagerly anticipated
the arrival of the innocent, noble, elegant, pure, and kind Princess Anne, the last stop of her first goodwill visit. The streets were cleared by police, and crowds of people, like clouds 　　, welcomed Princess Anne's arrival
in various ways behind the police .
Princess Anne was warmly received by the royal family, and the public welcomed the
18-year-old princess of this ancient European country, cheering and waving continuously at her motorcade.
Dozens of noble and dignified royal carriages moved impressively through the unhindered streets, each
carriage followed by twenty to fifty carefully selected royal cavalry guards.
Princess Anne smiled and waved to the passing crowds through the windows of her carriages. She
was exceptionally elegant and graceful, dressed in a black suit: a black royal short-sleeved dress, black silk
gloves, a black royal wide-brimmed hat, and a platinum necklace adorning her slender, fair neck.
After completing her three-day activities and visiting Buckingham Palace, Princess Anne flew to Amsterdam to preside over
the opening ceremony of the International Aid Building and the launching ceremony of an oil tanker, before heading to Paris to attend several official events aimed at strengthening
trade partnerships between her homeland and many Western European countries.
Next, they arrived in Rome, the Eternal City, where a spectacular parade was held for the princess to enjoy. The highlight was
a performance by the Sniper Legion band. The princess's smiling face showed no signs of fatigue despite a week-long trip. That evening at the embassy,
the ambassador to Italy hosted a grand banquet and ball for the princess and other dignitaries.
The embassy was filled with wealthy businessmen and dignitaries, enjoying a rare opportunity to chat and laugh. As Princess Anne
prepared to emerge, people spontaneously quieted down to make way for her,
a sign of respect.
The protocol officer announced, "Please welcome Your Highness,"
and Princess Anne, accompanied by the Duke, gracefully entered the hall, followed by a retinue of attendants. As they passed through the crowd,
everyone present bowed slowly to Princess Anne, who returned a graceful smile.
The bowing was so synchronized, the rising and falling movements as orderly as waves
.
To the strains of ceremonial music, Princess Anne and her entourage approached the throne with graceful poise. Princess Anne wore a white, sleeveless princess dress adorned with beautiful patterns. A 　　necklace inlaid with diamonds and a pendant
graced her slender, fair neck. She wore a princess's crown and a princess's medal on her chest. 　　 One hand was covered by a long white glove, while the other was bare, 　　reserved for handshakes and kisses. In the gloved hand, she 　　held a white jade fan. 　　 When the princess deemed it appropriate to sit, the Duke beside her gestured for her not to rush. The princess immediately 　　understood and gracefully stood before the throne, awaiting the approaching nobles. 　　 The procession proceeded in a line to greet Princess Anne 　　. Her master of ceremonies then announced, 　　 "His Excellency Bishop Lucio Emont," Princess Anne greeted each of them with a smile and a handshake. 　　 "Sir Farmington," the princess said. "Good evening, Sir," she replied. 　　 "Good evening, Your Highness." "Lord Kenneth Maharaja and his wife." "It's a pleasure to have you here," the princess said. 　　 "Thank you, Your Highness." "Lord Begenskiy." "That's right, Prince Flores." At this moment, 　　Princess Anne maintained her noble and elegant demeanor, but beneath her floor-length dress, one of her beautiful feet peeked out from her 　　pearl-colored high heel, clearly tired from standing. 　　 "A pleasure to meet you," the princess said. 　　 The prince bowed and kissed the back of Princess Anne's hand. 　　 "Lord and Lady Ruth Stiggan." Princess Anne shook hands with the lady first, then extended her hand to Lord Ruth Stiggan 　　. 　　 "Sir Sir and Lady Singh." After shaking hands, Princess Anne immediately resumed her solemn expression, 　　smiling slightly as she shook hands with the next person, and nodding in greeting. 　　 One audience after another, Princess Anne's feet beneath her dress were aching terribly, and she kept rubbing them. 　　 "The Earl and Countess Mastram." "Good evening, Countess," the princess said. 　　 "It is my honor to meet you... Your Highness," the master of ceremonies announced the next 　　person to come forward for an audience. Princess Anne was clearly getting too tired to stand, but she maintained an elegant expression, a 　　result of her rigorous training since childhood. 　　 "Mr. Zukun... Madam," Princess Anne said as she shook hands with the man, her delicate feet searching for 　　her pearl-colored high heel that had rolled to the side beneath her skirt. 　　 "Lord Dimash," she said. "A pleasure to meet you," the princess replied. 　　 Apparently, due to his country's religious beliefs, the man did not shake hands with the princess but instead placed his hand on his chest and bowed 　　. 　　 By this time, the audience had concluded, and the Duke beside her gestured for Princess Anne to sit down. However, Princess Anne 　　was still searching for her high heel under her skirt, looking slightly embarrassed. 　　 With the Duke's help, Princess Anne sat back on her throne, whereupon the fallen high heel was exposed 　　. At that moment, the sound of a violin ensemble began, and Princess Anne slowly extended her beautiful foot from under her skirt, trying to hook back 　　her high heels. At the same time, her ungloved hand put on a white long glove, the same as her left hand, 　　as it was impolite to shake hands with someone while wearing a glove.

At this moment, the Duchess, sitting next to Princess Anne, finally noticed the high heels under the princess's dress and looked
stunned. The Duke, realizing this, stood up and, under the pretext of inviting the princess to dance, had Anne put on
the high heels that had fallen off.
To the accompaniment of beautiful violin music, the Duke and Princess danced gracefully, their movements noble, elegant, light, and skillful
. Everyone gathered in a circle to watch the young 18-year-old princess's unparalleled dance.
More people joined in the dance, and Princess Anne kept changing partners, clearly a
matter of etiquette, but the solemn atmosphere made her swallow back any words she might have wanted to say to her partner.
—Princess
Anne, wearing the nightgown she was required to wear, stood on the princess's bed, her long, flowing black hair,
the ends naturally curled.
"I hate this nightgown," "I hate all my nightgowns and underwear," "Your clothes are beautiful,"
said the Duchess serving the princess.
“But I’m not an old woman.” “Why can’t I wear pajamas?”
“Pajamas?”
“Do you know some people like to sleep naked?”
“I’m happy to tell you I didn’t,” said the Duchess.
Just then, the princess heard music coming from outside the window
. She jumped out of bed, opened the beautiful window, and looked out.
“Oh… your slippers!” Outside, people were holding a musical ball to celebrate the princess’s arrival. The decadent
music filled the streets and alleys, as if cheering for Princess Anne’s arrival. People danced to the music.
“Put on your slippers… away from the window.” Princess Anne walked back to bed sullenly. The Duchess immediately
closed the beautiful window and brought Princess Anne milk and biscuits.
“Everything is so rigid,” said the princess.
The Duchess covered Princess Anne’s lower body, who was leaning against the headboard.
“These will help you fall asleep.” “I’m too tired… I can’t sleep.” “Princess… now tell me
the schedule for tomorrow,” said the Duchess.
"Or the itinerary...it's the same." The princess, with her habitually sullen expression, leaned against the headboard,
staring blankly at the plate resting on her feet. It held milk, biscuits, and a
small silver bottle with a single rose inside.
"8:30 for breakfast with embassy staff...9:00 for a visit to the Paulaner car factory...you'll receive a small
car as a gift." "Thank you." "You won't accept this gift," the lady said.
"No...thank you." "10:35...inspection of an agricultural organization...they'll give you olive trees."
"No...thank you." "You'll accept this gift," the lady said.
"Thank you." Princess Anne, eating her biscuits, began to feel agitated.
"10:55...construction of a new orphanage...groundbreaking ceremony...same speech as last week."
"Trade relations," the princess said.
"Right." "Orphanage?"
"No...another one." "Youth and progress." "Right," the lady said.
"11:45 back to rest...wrong...11:45 back for a press conference." "Friendliness
and integrity," the princess said.
"Lunch with the foreign minister at 1 p.m.," Princess Anne said, eating biscuits while listening to the Duchess, her
mind multitasking as she ate the biscuits in her delicate hands.
"You'll wear a lace dress and a small bouquet of pink roses." "3.5 points...awarded a plaque."
"Thank you." After taking a small sip of milk, Princess Anne looked up, her eyes already brimming with tears, though they
hadn't yet fallen.
"4.10 points: inspection of the special police." "No...thank you." "4.45 points: return to change." "Nice to meet you."
Princess Anne began to rage, muttering a few words before letting out a roar.
"Shut up!" the princess said.
The startled Duchess glanced at the princess and quickly took the plate of milk and biscuits from the princess's feet to
prevent it from being knocked over.
"It's alright...the milk wasn't spilled." "I don't care," the princess said.
Princess Anne hysterically shook her head, then buried her beautiful head in the fragrant pillow, crying bitterly
.
"You're not feeling well...I'll get Dr. Benno," the Duchess said, supporting Princess Anne's shoulders.
"I don't want to see him...let me die!" Princess Anne knew the doctor would give her a sedative to put her
to sleep again.
"You won't die." "Leave me alone," the princess said.
"It's an emotional problem...you need to control yourself." "I don't want to control myself." "Your Highness...I'll go find Dr. Benno
." "It's no use...I'll be dead before she gets here," Princess Anne said defiantly, letting out a bitter laugh.
—A
moment later, the lady brought the doctor and the duke. Seeing that Princess Anne seemed to be asleep, the lady said that she had just
been hysterical. The princess said she hadn't slept yet, and the doctor said he would only disturb the princess.
"I'm ashamed...I suddenly started crying." "Crying is perfectly normal," the doctor said.
"She needs to remain calm and relaxed at the press conference," the duke said.
"Don't worry...doctor...I will remain calm and relaxed...I will bow...smile...I will improve trade
relations...I will..."
Princess Anne hadn't finished speaking when she started crying again, her head pounding against the soft, fragrant
pillow.
"Look at her, she's like this again," the lady said.
"Could you please lift up her sleeve?" the doctor said.
The doctor was preparing to give Princess Anne a sedative.
"What's that?"
"A sleeping pill and a sedative...it will make you feel more relaxed and happy...it's a new drug...harmless."
The doctor administered the injection, and the lady, with her eyes closed, pressed down on Princess Anne's hands and shoulders. Princess Anne
buried her face in the deep pillow, her eyes closed, and sobbed softly.
"All done." "I don't feel any difference." Actually, the injection was exactly the same as before.
"The effects will kick in soon...now rest a bit." "Thank you...doctor." At this moment, an unexpected incident occurred
: while the doctor was administering the sedative to Princess Anne, the Duke also fell. Later, the princess saw this and...
A hearty laugh escaped her lips, and she thought, "I'm not the only one who can't stand it." 　　 "
Goodnight, Princess," "Goodnight, Doctor," the princess said.
The three of them left the princess's bedroom one after another. The lady turned off the main light, leaving only the bedside lamp to illuminate
Princess Anne. The door was locked from the outside. 　　 Lying in bed, her mind wandered, her eyes fixed on the exquisite angel relief on the ceiling, an angel 　　with a pair of free wings. Freedom, freedom, Princess Anne kept repeating this thought to herself. 　　 When her gaze shifted to the carving above the bed, there were also two winged angels. 　　Princess Anne made a silent vow. Just then, the music outside the window drew her out of bed again. 　　The world below captivated her, and envy appeared on her face. 　　 Looking further into the distance, the streetscape of Rome at night was so enchanting, a gentle breeze blowing, refreshing and pleasant. 　　Princess Anne could no longer suppress her desire for freedom. She glanced at the door, wondering if anyone she didn't want to see might enter at any moment 　　. 　　 The princess ran to her magnificent, tall wardrobe and opened it… 　　 Inside, she saw she was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt and a long, orange, pleated skirt that reached halfway 　　down her legs. Her long, flowing hair was pulled back and secured with hairpins, cascading down her straight, jade-like back. Princess Anne's extremely slender waist 　　was tightly cinched by the belt on the skirt; such a slim, tall figure was perfectly suited to wearing a skirt. She wore 　　flesh-colored stockings. 　　 She wanted to sneak out through the door, but found it locked from the outside. Princess Anne chose 　　to climb from the balcony to the next room, and then sneak out through the door of that room. 　　 Carefully stepping in her short black high heels, she climbed from her room's balcony to the next balcony. As 　　she passed through the corridor, Princess Anne glanced at herself in the large mirror on the wall. She 　　habitually didn't forget to pull out a pair of snow-white short gloves. 　　 Guided by the moonlight, Princess Anne deftly broke free of the oppressive atmosphere, nimbly slipping from the second floor down the ornate staircase 　　to the first. She evaded the night guards and reached the logistics area behind the embassy. Seeing workers 　　leaving a tricycle carrying supplies, Princess Anne cleverly slipped inside and hid. 　　She smiled happily—a genuinely happy smile. 　　 Just then, an embassy worker returned, tossed two more packages into the tricycle, closed the semi-closed back door 　　, and the tricycle started moving, slowly driving unimpeded out of the embassy. 　　 Peeking out, she saw the embassy gates slowly closing behind her, and Anne smiled again—a smile 　　so innocent, so joyful, so pure! 　　 Adjusting her position and the numerous goods in the tricycle, she aimed to better appreciate the outside world and scenery. 　　People sat by the roadside under the moonlight, eating pastries, drinking coffee, and chatting. Anne's heart seemed to share in 　　their feeling of freedom. 　　 Smiling, Anne glanced at the couple on the motorcycle following behind the tricycle. She habitually waved gracefully 　　to them. The young man driving returned the smile, and the young woman on the back waved back 　　before clinging tightly to her man. 　　 At that moment, the sedative began to take effect; the princess felt drowsy and sleepy, so she rested on 　　the cargo inside the tricycle. 　　 A moment later, the tricycle suddenly stopped, startling Anne. Cleverly, Anne quickly slipped off. Now was 　　the perfect time. 　　 As her short heels touched the ground, Anne made her first direct contact with the outside world. The princess hid 　　behind a tree in a panic, watching the tricycle drive away. The unfamiliar sounds around her gave Anne a first taste of 　　novelty. Yawning, Anne stepped forward… 　　 The couple on the carriage watched Anne walk past, bewildered. But they didn't know that Anne 　　was already used to this action of getting into carriages; it was just an instinctive reaction from Anne. 　　 Anne strolled leisurely and curiously through the streets of Rome under the moonlight… 　　 —Joe 　　 , a reporter in a sharp suit, was on his way home when he saw a woman slumped on a roadside bench. 　　He initially thought she was a young girl drunk from a revelry, but as he was about to pass, he turned back to look at 　　the woman. 　　 “So happy,” the girl said. 　　 This young woman, or rather, the girl, wore a white long-sleeved shirt and an orange 　　pleated skirt that reached halfway down her legs. Her long, flowing hair was pulled back and secured with hairpins, cascading down her straight, slender back. Her extremely thin 　　waist was tightly cinched by the belt of her skirt; such a slender, tall figure was perfectly suited to a skirt. 　　She wore flesh-colored stockings and short black high heels. 　　 Just as Joe, not wanting to get involved, was about to leave, 　　 the girl murmured to herself, 　　 “Are you alright?” 　　 She was slumped on the not-so-wide roadside bench, and just as she was about to fall, Joe rushed forward and caught 　　her. 　　 "Careful," Joe gently turned the girl over, so she was lying on the chair. He patted her face lightly 　　, trying to wake her. But Joe didn't know that Annie wasn't drunk; she had been given 　　a sedative by the doctor. 　　 "Wake up," Joe said. "No...thank you," the girl replied. 　　 "Nice to meet you," she said. 　　 Annie habitually extended her slender hand to shake hands with the person in front of her, or to receive a kiss on 　　the back of her hand. Joe, somewhat surprised, lightly shook hands with the girl, then put his hand back in his trouser pocket. 　　 At this moment, the dazed girl struggled to open her eyes and looked at Joe, saying again, as usual, 　　 "You can sit down now." Joe looked helplessly at the 　　pretty girl lying on the chair, whom he considered drunk. 　　 "Get up quickly...or the police will arrest you." "Police?" 　　 the girl asked. 　　 "Yes," Joe slowly helped the girl sit up in the chair. 　　 "Come back to change at 2:15...2:45..."

The girl mumbled incoherently,
"Those who can't hold their liquor shouldn't drink." "I'll hear your voice even after I die." The girl finally sobered up a
bit, looking at the tall Joe before her. Joe was 1.91 meters tall, and she was 1.70 meters. The girl felt
like a little bird next to him.
"My soul in the grave still rejoices… Have you heard this poem?"
Joe looked helplessly at the girl's drunken ramblings. If he had paid attention, he would have noticed there was no smell of alcohol on her.
"How interesting… You're well-educated… and well-dressed." Joe sat down in a chair next to the girl.
"Yet you're dozing off in the street… What's your explanation?"
"The world needs to reward kind and honest young people…"
The girl didn't finish, her head tilting and resting on Joe's shoulder.
"I absolutely agree… but…"
Joe said helplessly.
Just then, Joe whistled to stop a passing taxi, straightened the girl's head from his shoulder, and helped
her sit down.
"Hurry up and drink some coffee to wake yourself up," Joe said, intending to leave by car. Turning back to look
at the girl, he found her half-slumped, half-sitting in the seat again. The driver peeked at her, a helpless smirk on his face.
He glanced at Joe, then numbly looked back ahead. After some deliberation, Joe finally helped the girl
into the taxi.
"You're taking this car… do you have money?"
"I never carry money." Annie truly never needed to carry money.
"Bad habit." "Alright… I'll give you a ride." "Yes, a taxi." Annie seemed to never have
the opportunity to take a taxi.
"Not the express train." Joe closed the door, looking at the girl, who was drowsy again, her eyes half-closed.
"Where are you going?"
"51 Maguda Street." After a series of confused conversations, Joe reluctantly took the girl to
his home.
Annie
followed Joe with unsteady steps, navigating the dilapidated alleys and narrow passageways until they arrived at
the working-class neighborhood where Joe rented a room. As Joe unlocked the gate, a dazed Annie
bumped into his broad back.
Joe closed the gate; his room was accessible via a curved staircase. Fearing for the girl's
safety, Joe took her hand and led her forward.
Ironically, the girl didn't follow behind Joe, but walked parallel to him. As a result, Joe
reached the top of the stairs, while the girl, still holding his hand, instinctively continued walking down the stairs, almost hitting the wall
.
Joe, exasperated, used a dance move to turn the girl around and
get her back behind him as they climbed the stairs again.
"So happy…so happy," the girl murmured incoherently.
This time, the girl followed Joe correctly up the stairs. Joe released her hand in front of his own door, reaching
into his pocket for his keys to open it. But the dazed girl, seemingly confused, tried to knock on
the door of another house right in front of her. Just as she was about to knock, a flustered Joe, arriving just in time, grabbed her hand
. Joe felt like he'd been tricked.
When they entered Joe's house,
Joe said, "I need to get my brain checked," as if to justify his predicament.
"Is this an elevator?"
"This is my room." "Don't mind... but I'm getting dizzy... can I sleep here?"
"That's exactly what I was thinking." "Do you have a rosebud-patterned robe?"
the girl asked.
"You'll have to make do tonight... wear this." Joe found his oversized pajamas and handed them to the girl.
"Pajamas?" "I'm sorry... I haven't worn a robe in years." As Joe opened the closet to look for something
, the girl, still half-asleep, thought she was in her palace and said as usual.
"Please help me undress," the girl said.
Joe felt helpless again, and a little embarrassed, he helped the girl take off her bow tie
. Looking at the girl, who was dozing off, he said,
"Alright... you can do the rest yourself." Joe stood in the corner of the room, opened the bottle, poured half a glass of wine, and drank it
down in one gulp.
"Can I have a drink?"
the girl asked.
"No... listen carefully..."
Joe hadn't finished speaking.
"This is unprecedented... I've never been alone with a man before... even when I'm clothed." "Being alone with a man without clothes on
is even more of a miracle." The girl slowly unbuttoned her shirt.
"I don't mind... what about you?"
the girl said.
"I'm going to get some coffee... you should rest." When the girl tried to sit on Joe's bed, Joe helped her up
.
"No... this way." Joe didn't intend for the girl to sleep in his bed, only in the small recliner.
Joe was a witty and humorous but upright person, and he didn't know the girl was a princess.
Joe left home with a bottle of wine, not to get coffee. He didn't want to see the girl undressed.
Before leaving, he told her to change into his pajamas before sleeping, and specifically to sleep on the recliner, not his bed
.
—Inside
the embassy, a police officer stood at attention before the Duke. The Duchess sat to one side, and the doctor stood to the other
.
"How is it?"
the Duke asked.
"Nothing found." "Has the whole place been searched?"
"Nothing found." "You must swear to keep this a secret… Don't forget the princess is the heir to the throne…
This incident is classified as top secret… Understand?"
"Understood… sir." The officer turned and left respectfully.
"Very good." "Now we need to inform the King… and the Queen."
—Having
finished his drink outside, Joe returned empty-handed to the commoners' neighborhood, went up the curved staircase in the courtyard to the second floor, and opened…
He entered his room.
Joe was stunned. "Oh..."
The girl hadn't followed his instructions to sleep on the recliner; instead, she was lying on his bed, covered by his blanket,
fast asleep.
Joe slammed the door shut, trying to wake her with a loud bang, but to no avail; she was fast asleep
. Joe thought of a plan. He moved the low stool beside the bed, pushed the recliner parallel to the bed, took off his suit jacket
, went to the other side of the bed, tossed a pillow onto the recliner, and skillfully tossed the blanket under the girl
onto the recliner, her head resting on the pillow he had just thrown.
The girl murmured a few times, shifted slightly, and continued sleeping.
"So happy," Joe replied. "It's my honor...you brat."
—The
Ice and Fire Phoenix Queen of the Five Great Myths: Legend says the Ice and Fire Phoenix Queen can manipulate ice and fire. Noble and composed, she is
the foremost general of the demon race, capable of strategizing from afar. Its signature attire is a golden
phoenix robe, forged from its golden feathers, protecting its noble and beautiful body like an impregnable fortress. Its oval face features golden, sword-like
eyebrows that slant upwards towards its temples, beneath which are a pair of narrow, noble phoenix eyes. Its nose is delicate and high, and its lips are thin,
red, and petite. It has two forms: a human form and a phoenix form. In
the beautiful Roman moonlight of a late night
, a phoenix flies swiftly across a river, its long tail trailing behind it. Its feathers are multicolored
, emitting a dazzling, invisible sphere of light that envelops the phoenix, tearing through the
invisible air that blocks its path.
The phoenix slowly unfolds its wings, enormous and dazzlingly beautiful. In flight, the phoenix performs a nimble
somersault, its massive wings unleashing two streams of power.
On one side, merciless ice freezes the riverbank and half the river instantly; on the other side, a blazing fire
burns the other bank to ashes, leaving nothing but barren land.
The phoenix leaped from the end of the stream, soaring into the endless sky, leaving behind only half of the frozen riverbank and icy
river, and the other half of the burned riverbank and exposed, blackened stones in the riverbed.
Tomorrow, but once people discover it, it will surely be headline news.
High in the sky, under the moonlight, the phoenix looked down upon Rome, its phoenix eyes sparkling like stardust, and with a
"whoosh," it flew away at lightning speed in one direction.
The phoenix spun gracefully in flight, gradually transforming into human form. There,
an object slowly descended onto the roof of the house where Joe lived, emitting a magical glow as it descended
. It was a beautiful woman, a beautiful woman dressed in a golden phoenix robe, made of nothing other
than feathers as light as a feather and as strong as iron.
This phoenix robe is noble, solemn, and magnificent, inspiring no impure or wicked thoughts. The beauty has long
, flowing hair that reaches her shapely hips. Her delicate oval face features signature golden, sword-like eyebrows that slant upwards towards her temples. Below these eyebrows
are a pair of narrow, noble phoenix eyes. Her nose is delicate and high, and her lips are thin, red, and petite.
A shimmering necklace of unknown material adorns her slender, fair neck. Below this are two
long, cloud-shaped shoulder straps, and below that is a low-cut design. Her full breasts and slender waist are
tightly cinched by a purple belt, from which eight shimmering chains of phoenix feathers hang down on each side.
Below the belt is a long, floor-length skirt, revealing her beautiful legs in sheer black stockings and
gleaming gold high heels.
The Ice and Fire Phoenix Queen stood steadily on the tip of the rooftop, or rather, on a point, as
only the toe of her golden high-heeled shoe touched the A-frame roof.
Her other leg was elegantly bent within the layers of her magnificent phoenix robe, making
her figure appear even more beautiful, tall, and dynamic.
The long sleeves of her golden phoenix robe fluttered in the wind, and her gleaming phoenix eyes pierced through the roof, gazing at the
sleeping Annie with a thoughtful expression.
Her eyes moved with remarkable expressiveness, following her thoughts. A gentle breeze, though unable to move
her body even slightly, stirred her long
, cloud-like hair, making it flow and shimmer with a captivating luster.
Her phoenix robe, with its long, cloud-like sleeves, phoenix feather chains, and golden skirt, seemed
to dance gracefully in the gentle breeze…
“What you must pass… what you must pass.” “Many years later… you will save humanity from suffering… and you
will also be the greatest enemy of my demon race.” “How will the future change… we shall wait and see.”
(Is the era of the demon race finally approaching? Or is it just my imagination…? If it’s an illusion, why is my heart so
restless?)
“Heh… let it be… let it be… everything will have its own answer…”

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