CHAPTER 320: CHAPTER 218: FIGHTING RUMORS WITH RUMORS

The link ceremony was completed.

Amidst the grandeur of the Flower Sea, Sif walked barefoot, casually sitting under a tree, her smile blending with the sunlight, radiantly blooming.

Roland was transfixed.

In that instant, the image of Sif overlapped with the Flower Sea Elf, then separated.

But he knew well that the Flower Sea Elf had never crossed the Nether River, with no possibility of reincarnation.

He remembered something else.

In the Third Era, a prophecy circulated among the Elf Race, essentially stating that elves would, in the distant future, merge with humans to become a new race.

At the time, the elven nobility were furious upon hearing the prophecy.

They believed the elven bloodline was noble and could not be tainted by a lesser race, which to them, was the unheard-of human race.

Throughout the Third Era, the enemies of the Elf Race were the Earth Spirits, their friends the forests, and all other races were seen as slaves.

They made every effort to find traces of the Human Race, wanting to preemptively prevent disaster by altering the prophecy’s outcome. Yet, they never found the Human Race before the end of the Third Era.

This was also the regret that the Elf Race could not put down in those years.

Knowing the truth, Roland silently mourned for the Elf Race. The Elf Race wouldn’t find the Human Race, which only emerged in the Fourth Era, making their plan to preemptively annihilate them futile.

The vow made by the elven nobility to never let the bloodline of a lesser race pollute their noble elven blood returned to them like a boomerang in a wonderful way after three eras passed.

The original elves were gone, yet the new elves merged with the Human Race still lived on.

Roland believed that such elves were not only he and Sif, there surely were more. These people were also his potential future team.

Sitting beneath the tree, Sif seemed to sense something, slowly lifted her head, and said softly:

"Roland, you should return first; I want to stay here for a while."

Roland raised an eyebrow, looking at Sif’s skin, smooth as ivory, her being radiant, knowing she had some realization, and took his leave.

Before leaving, he set many traps around the valley, then left at ease.

Sif was not someone to be trifled with.

Unless Sofia personally acted, no one could harm her here.

Returning to the Governor’s Mansion, Roland immediately felt a headache.

With Sif absent, the mountain of paperwork had to be handled by him personally.

Looking at the documents one by one, Roland’s blood pressure continuously rose.

"The East City District Poor Area Sewer is in disrepair and urgently needs attention."

"Do it quickly!" Roland scribbled, signing his name.

The officials surely knew what to do, but they needed someone to sign and authorize.

Without his or Sif’s signature, the finances wouldn’t release money.

Seeing every matter, big or small, being sent to Sif, Roland felt slightly annoyed.

Why send every trivial matter to the Governor here? What are the officials of various provinces and departments doing?

Putting down the pen, he quickly understood the mindset of these people. They knew exactly what to do, with perfect solutions attached to the report.

What they wanted was attention, attention from Her Majesty the Empress.

Roland quickly signed his name on more than a dozen documents, rang the bell to call the secretary, and distributed the signed documents.

Having completed the heavy work, standing by the window, watching the gradually setting sun, Roland was somewhat curious about what Sif was doing at that moment, where her gaze was directed.

He certainly couldn’t know, tens of kilometers away Sif was dancing amidst the Flower Sea, her hair flying with the wind, and the once colorful Flower Sea beneath her feet gradually turning red.

The flowers seemed dyed by the sunset, or soaked in blood, a crimson expanse.

As crystalline tears rolled down her cheeks, she remembered vividly the ancient memories filled her consciousness, taking her back to that desperate and tragic era.

The Elf Race had once been immensely glorious, but in the end became a joke.

The path walked by the Goddess bore only footprints, no future.

The Elf Race’s pursuit of the Goddess of Nature, their reverence for nature, adherence to the Goddess’s teachings, in the end proved nothing but a grand illusion.

The starlight and glory of the natural star path fully belonged to the Goddess of Nature, and those who came after could only kneel on the ground, bathing in residual brilliance and shadows.

The Wise Men of the Elf Race gradually perceived something amiss, changed their thinking, and sought to expand a new ultimate path to the Divine Domain.

Instead, they were met not with new starlight but divine punishment.

The Theia Plane was a divine-favored land, richly resourced, had once birthed three Goddesses, and originally had opportunities to birth more True Gods, yet the three first Goddesses severed the path for those who followed.

The deities who first ascended stood at the peak, beheld endless vistas, they did not wish for more people to ascend, but to block the path to the summit.

The elves of the Third Era and Earth Spirits, as well as the subsequent era’s pinnacle races, were the same.

They painstakingly sought to transcend the mortal path, only to be doomed time and again when nearing the summit.

Humans gazed at the starry sky, stars seemingly within reach, yet in reality always out of reach.

When night fell and starlight twinkled, Sif looked up, unable to find a star that belonged to her.

But she would have no more confusion.

Without starlight guidance, then become one’s own star.

This was her choice, also Roland’s choice.

Gazing down at her fingertips, the crimson bloodstains added a touch of ferocity to her snow-white skin, but she had no regret.

This was the best gift Roland had given her.

The same mark could be found on his fingertips. They shared knowledge, shared cultivation experience, and upon activation, could even share life.

The initiation rights to the life link were even in her hands.

She dared not imagine such trust, but she would never betray it.

Sif looked up at the sky, arms open to welcome the light of the Blue Moon, tears streaming down her face.