"I am not a qualified Empress; I did not manage the empire well. Can I truly let everything go?"
"Foolish child..."
The old mage sighed softly:
"Don't blame yourself, it's not your fault."
As he spoke, his hand emitted a gentle glow, enveloping the girl, and under that soft light, Theresa's agitated emotions gradually calmed.
Gradually, the girl fell asleep.
"Sleep, child, when you wake, the nightmare will be over."
The old mage said softly.
After speaking, he picked up the girl, and under Bishop Wenstar's complex gaze, left the church.
The entire time, he did not glance at Bishop Wenstar even once.
Only before disappearing did the Legendary Mage leave a final message:
"The Imperial Palace has fallen, the young Empress has martyred in the flames, nobility, glory, history... it is all over."
After saying this, he and Theresa's figures completely disappeared from Bishop Wenstar's sight.
Watching the direction they vanished, Bishop Wenstar's expression grew complicated.
