There was a flash of shock in the high priest's eyes.
"What's wrong?"
Victoria smiled softly.
"without"
The high priest shook his head.
"It's just that, Her Highness Victoria, is really loved by the World Tree Mother."
"Why, how?"
"without"
The high priest let go of Victoria's hand, turned around and shouted:
"Come with me, I will take you to bathe in holy water"
"Um"
Victoria nodded and followed.
It was obvious that the high priest had discovered something just now.
But since the other party didn't say anything, she didn't ask and followed silently. From time to time, she could feel that the high priest was looking at her out of the corner of his eye.
But Victoria didn't seem to care about that.
“This is it”
The high priest stopped and pushed open a door.
"Um"
Victoria nodded and walked into the room.
The room was very simple, with only a spring in the middle emitting white mist.
And that is holy water.
Click!
The door was slammed shut.
. . .
After Victoria left, a beautiful elf girl with a slim figure was standing quietly there.
Her eyes were red.
Like a wounded animal, full of desire to kill.
And next to her, there is a cute and lovely elf.
"Sister, what's wrong with you?"
The little girl asked with concern.
"what……"
The elf called 'sister' raised her head, revealing her pretty face.
That was Aiyana Blake.
There is a vague resemblance to Victoria in her features.
But she looks more like her sister, Lilia Flor.
"fine."
Aiyana shook her head to calm her restless emotions.
Then she squatted down, picked up a small piece of broken wood, and examined it carefully.
On the wooden board, a young snake is drawn, coiling.
It stuck out its tongue, as if watching everything.
"The roots of the World Tree are severed, and all life on the roots is destroyed along with the severed Holy Tree."
Aiyana whispered:
"And this part is——"
She stopped talking, looked at the broken wood in her hand, and fell silent.
"A branch of the World Tree?"
Lilia opened her eyes wide.
"Yes."
Aiyana nodded, looking a little dazed:
"In the long years of the past, the World Tree has never ceased to thrive. But today, only these fragments are left..."
She slowly handed the board to the little girl.
"take it."
"Oh."
Lilia responded, carefully holding the broken wood board, and ran away quickly.
"Hey?"
She looked back in confusion:
"Sister, aren't you looking for that princess?"
"no need."
Aiyana smiled and shook her head. She watched Lilia walk away before she took another step towards the root of the world.
The roots of the Root of the World have been completely destroyed, and the land is covered with scorched earth, debris, and ashes.
"Your Excellency the High Priest." Aiyana walked forward and saluted to the old man on the podium.
The high priest nodded slightly, kind and majestic.
Behind her, the high-ranking knights saluted solemnly and retreated respectfully.
Only the high priest and Aiyana were left.
The high priest looked at the broken wooden sign in Aiyana's arms, and his eyes flickered for a moment.
Immediately, he coughed lightly:
“We’ve done what we need to do.”
She looked at the fragments on the ground with complicated eyes.
"This is the power of fate, endless and unpredictable."
"But it will eventually end, right?"
Aiyana looked up at the sun in the sky with clear eyes:
“The fact that the World Tree is still alive proves that destiny is still there.
In this case, we will continue to persevere until our fate is fulfilled."
"I hope so."
"But those who control their fate will eventually be controlled by fate."
. . .
At this moment, in the steam rising from the holy spring, Victoria's silver hair was soaked in emerald light.
She looked down at her reflection in the water, and her memories spread out like ripples.
On that stormy night seven hundred years ago, her mother pressed the young girl to the bottom of the holy spring, and the sealing spell seeped into her cochlea along the water flow.
"It turns out that the memory my mother sealed was not mine."
Victoria touched the newly emerged leaf-like pattern behind her ear.
"It is the last life of the World Tree."
The spring water suddenly boiled, and the rainbow light cast by seventeen crystal pillars intertwined on the water surface to form a projection of tree canopies.
The new buds on the dead tree stump trembled violently, and twin shadows appeared in Victoria's moist pupils.
One was pure green, while the other was entangled with scarlet vines.
"Surprised?"
The true form of the Elf Princess stepped out from the rainbow light, with butterflies made of starlight resting on the ends of her hair.
"Back then, my mother split open her own spirit core and divided the World Tree seed into two halves."
She touched the water with her fingertips, and the reflection suddenly turned into a burning temple.
Victoria saw the pregnant Elf Queen kneeling in front of the charred roots, a tangle of golden and red saplings emerging from her abdomen.
"The pure half followed you into the world, leaving behind the polluted half"
The princess lifted her hair, revealing a dark red mark that was symmetrical to the lines behind Victoria's ear.
"I grew up under the erosion of the abyss."
The dead wood stump suddenly cracked, and the two saplings grew rapidly at the same time.
The green one sprouted branches covered with moondew, while the scarlet one bloomed magical flowers that smelled of sulfur.
Victoria felt a burning pain in her right eye, and her vision suddenly penetrated the ground—
Deep within the roots of the World Tree, the golden and red veins were strangling each other like poisonous snakes.
"The royal election was never a fight for the throne."
The princess's butterfly wings spread out into a starry curtain behind her.
"It's about deciding which half of the world tree survives."
Victoria's silver-leaf robe fluttered in the wind, and tentacles of crystal orchid grew in her hair.
"Do you understand why your mother sent you away?"
The Elf Princess explained to Victoria.
"Sisters who were raised separately are two possibilities for the continuation of the World Tree."
The holy spring began to flow backwards, forming a rotating emerald vortex in the water curtain.
Victoria held onto the branches of the emerald green sapling, while the princess bit her fingertips and smeared the blood on the scarlet devil flower.
The Elf King's Bell, which had not rung for a thousand years, automatically roared at the top of the tree, startling thousands of glowing flower spirits.
When the rainbow light of seventeen crystal pillars enveloped the two sisters at the same time.
Victoria heard her mother's final message sealed in the spring:
“Remember, a new bud is always closer to the sun than a dead branch.”
. . .
Ripples of mother-of-pearl luster appeared on the surface of the holy spring, and Victoria's silver hair stretched out in the light golden liquid like a water lily under the moon.
At this time, a cold and beautiful woman playing the bone flute slowly opened her eyes, put down the bone flute, and looked at Victoria lying in the holy spring water, her eyes full of disdain.
"Is this the chosen one that the arrogant princess brought back?"
"You will sink into this eternal sleep!"
As her figure disappeared into the teleportation array, half of an ice crystal butterfly wing flashed in the reflection on the water.
The real sanctuary was silent. Victoria slowly opened her eyes, her face as calm as water.
"Is that the other chosen one?" (End of this chapter)