The whispers of the Iron Dragon echoed in her ears.
The human princess remained silent for a few seconds, then finally shook her head and said, "Lothern is the crown of the Federation, the heart of the nations. Even under the shadows of those giant empires, this land still shines with undying radiance."
She gazed at the outline of the royal city outside the window, the towering magic towers and bustling streets reflecting a firm light in her eyes.
She said, "The Saint King forged the glory of the kingdom, but his departure will not cause the towers to collapse. The foundations of Lothern are deeper than you think."
Alina still held hope for the Lotheren Kingdom.
In her eyes, although the Saint King had fallen, the kingdom's foundation remains. As long as they get through the pain of losing the Saint King, with the wealth and resources accumulated over centuries, the Lotheren Kingdom will still be able to surpass the Federation Countries.
