CHAPTER 188: ACT 25 FAIRYLAND

"Claiming to be part of the Royal Family, what a bold fellow."

The Princess gently brushed a strand of silver hair behind her pointed ear with one hand, then picked up the white porcelain teacup, took a light sip, and smiled.

"But with the twin moons shining together and the King resting in the valley. What do you think this riddle means, Lord Overwell?" She pondered for a moment, her pale silver-grey eyes flickering as she asked.

"It is not an unknown fact that most noble families in the Kingdom have some hidden treasures. However, Albton mentioned an oath with the Royal Family, so this treasure is most likely related to the Royal Family in some way." Overwell thought for a moment and replied.

"I think it’s not that simple, Lord Overwell. The Oath of the Sage might be related to my ancestor, Eck."

Overwell nodded: "The Jade Lake, the Holy White Mountain, it must be referring to the Goddess Lake of Jandener. I’ve heard long ago that it’s the resting place of a Saint."

"I see. Is there any saying about it?"

"Local fishermen often claim to see the Lake Knight in the mist, guarding the center of the Goddess Lake. Some have seen an island with a large white rock, which might be the Holy White Mountain."

"Thank you for telling me this, Lord Overwell. But what about the double-sided statue?"

"I don’t know about that, Princess."

"Indeed, the allure of mysterious treasures mostly comes from the unknown. Perhaps this is the charm of knight stories—"

She covered her mouth and laughed: "Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you laugh, Lord Overwell."

"Not at all, Princess. I also wonder who Albton was in his lifetime? There hasn’t been a knight named Albton in the Royal Family before." Overwell replied.

"Albton might not have been called Albton in his lifetime." The girl thought for a moment and answered smartly.

"That’s what I think too, Princess." Overwell bowed.

The Half-Elf Girl didn’t stare at the middle-aged man, confirming in her heart that he must have done his research. She couldn’t help but ponder, what capabilities did the young man possess that made this important minister of His Majesty regard him so highly? It must be her father’s influence—

Was it personal ability?

It could be part of it, but not entirely.

It was likely the power behind that young man that they valued.

The Princess couldn’t help but touch her lower lip with her finger. Was the Highland Knight really so important? Could he indeed bring radiance back to Erune? Unlike local nobles and Royalists, she believed the Kingdom needed a new force to rejuvenate it. But where was this new force? Highland Knights? Militia? Or the Guard Team?

It didn’t seem to be so; it still felt lacking.

The Half-Elf Girl thought about that young man, shaking her head. He couldn’t be it either. She vaguely sensed a hint of danger from him, causing her to be slightly startled and feeling a bit of surprise.

Could it be jealousy?

The girl hurriedly shook her head.

"Princess?" Overwell, on the side, noticed the Elder Princess’s distraction.

"Ah, I’m sorry, Lord Overwell, please continue."

Overwell gave her a curious glance and then nodded.

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The first moon fell westward, while the second moon shone in the midair—

Fog gradually rose between the Fir Forest, carrying a trace of chill. Brand grasped the reins with one hand and scanned around from the horseback, confirming that the white stag was leading them eastward into the lowlands.

A few minutes ago, Reto had run ahead to tell him that Magus and his army of Zombies had stopped their pursuit. It wasn’t surprising, they probably realized their strength was gradually waning.

The valley was silent.

When two grand statues over thirty meters tall suddenly appeared before everyone’s eyes through a thin layer of mist in the valley, even Frey and the other mercenaries couldn’t help but look up at these lifeless stone statues, remaining silent for a long time.

Who would have thought such scenery lay beyond the secluded valley? Through the light mist, it felt as if their gaze penetrated a thousand years briefly, touching upon the time-worn stones covered in historical dust.

In that instant, an inexplicable sense of weight arose in their hearts.

The statues wore long robes, covered in battle armor, with battle skirts tied below, and helmets with wings on both sides from the Era of the Sage. One hand held a long spear, the other a giant shield, gazing straight ahead. These were precisely the image of Holy Warriors in most myths, legends said each of these warriors came from the golden races. During the dark ages, they fought on earth with the sky-blue Knights against the Dragon of Dusk, ultimately freeing Vaun from the clutches of darkness.