Chapter 246 My King is Dead, My Fire is Dead, My Light is Dead, My Heart is Dead.
The people around her were all very enthusiastic, vying to squeeze around Heather to offer their sincere praise.
The gentle scholar stepped forward, bowed slightly, and spoke in a warm and earnest tone:
"Noble knight, you are a blazing spark. It is my honor to share this feast with you."
The romantic poet, holding a wine jug, looked on with admiration and respect.
"Noble knight, you have won with your sword, and you should enjoy this moment. Let me pour you a glass of honey."
The loyal guard stood tall, his gaze unwavering, his voice resounding:
"Noble knight, the king sits on the throne, and this glory is also your achievement. Let me raise a glass to you in salute!"
The eccentric priest had sharp eyes, filled with fanatical worship:
"Noble knight, your power is boundless, you will surely lead us to conquer the skies, let us raise a glass to you as a pledge!"
Hearing the continuous praise from everyone, Hazel's eyes gradually brightened.
A relieved and joyful smile finally appeared on his face, sweeping away his past melancholy.
She raised her glass steadily and cheered loudly to the crowd, her voice clear and bright:
"Then let's raise a glass and drink together!"
However, the glass of wine was slowly swallowed.
The scene behind Hathaway suddenly changed without warning.
The surroundings were instantly plunged into complete darkness, so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
The darkness was deep and boundless, without a single ray of light, as if one had fallen into an endless abyss.
The smile on her face vanished abruptly, and she froze instantly.
Instead, there was endless melancholy and sorrow, and loneliness filled his eyes and brows.
She slowly raised her hand and gently pressed it against her chest, her voice soft yet filled with excruciating pain.
"In that deep sea, I had no idea of the existence of 'fire'."
"And when I stepped ashore, the first light I glimpsed... was the flames of war ignited by golden blood."
"The fire burned my fins, causing me real pain, and..."
"An intensely burning desire."
"This yearning sways within every hero, dazzling...yet blinding."
The scene abruptly shifts, returning to the bustling, enormous banquet venue.
As Heather's voice faded, pale white words of her inner monologue slowly appeared.
I love this banquet.
'Love brings a feast on the journey'
'Love for people on their journeys'
'The King Who Loves People'
Following the guidance of the pale white lettering, Little Gray walked step by step to the other side of the banquet.
This time, she saw not only Heather with a faint smile on her face.
She also saw the small-statured Crydella standing quietly beside her.
And all the subjects at the banquet were in high spirits, their faces full of enthusiasm.
Cheers and surprise erupted from the crowd, the sounds rising and falling, echoing throughout the entire venue.
"Look, the king has also joined the banquet!"
"Listen! The courtiers are presenting gifts to her!"
"Come, let us sing praises to her achievements!"
"With one eye she saw glory, with the other she saw corpses."
"And she loved glorious names more than fear and death—"
"Ah! As the saying goes, a coward dies a thousand times before he dies."
"And a warrior dies only once in her life—the gods are her witness."
Then, Heather took a step forward gently, speaking in a calm tone, and slowly recounted the past in the illusion.
"On the eve of our departure, we sang hymns, preparing to set sail for the stars..."
"The legion rode on that behemoth and drifted like an ocean current to all corners of the universe."
"Planets were planted with crowns and flags, and territories were ignited by war."
As the final resistance fell silent, a vast empire rose from the stars—
"This small pond has finally ushered in prosperity and peace."
"This is the end of the story. Viewers who have stepped into the play, did you enjoy it?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Heather, who was in this illusion, suddenly turned her head slowly.
His gaze was fixed on the little gray-haired boy, calm yet carrying a hint of cautious probing.
She posed a calm yet expectant question to the little gray-haired boy.
Little Gray felt a chill run down his spine and instantly realized that it was all just an illusion, a dream.
Crydella conquered the Star Sea with the Iron Curtain? Such a story never happened.
Moreover, the Iron Curtain is by no means a benevolent entity, and given Cerridra's nature, there is absolutely no way she would submit to that thing.
All of this was just Heather's most beautiful fantasy.
This fantasy might be incredibly beautiful for Heather, who is deeply mired in loneliness.
But Little Grey's mission is to prevent the Iron Curtain from being built, and even more so to save the heroes who have sacrificed their lives.
Therefore, Little Gray Hair shook his head firmly without the slightest hesitation.
She directly shattered Hazel's illusions, her tone resolute:
"This is not the right ending."
The smile on Hazel's face had vanished completely, and a hint of understanding and bitterness flashed in her eyes.
She had known all along that it was all just a self-deceiving illusion.
She silently and slowly turned around, her back to the little gray fur, her voice calm and undisturbed.
"After all, the tranquil bottom of that pool is paved with countless bones..."
"It's time for me to wake up from this drunken dream."
"Actually, I knew it a long time ago."
"This is yet another great lie from fate."
The scene changed abruptly without any transition.
The lively and bustling banquet scene from a moment ago has vanished without a trace.
The banquet hall, which was originally filled with delicacies and fine wines, is now piled with corpses.
Layer upon layer of dark brown monster corpses resembling sea monsters.
The air seemed to be filled with the stench of blood and gore; the scene was a complete mess, a truly horrific sight.
The small, gray-haired creature continued forward, following the words of its inner monologue left in the void.
Soon, she saw three tiny Tibbo standing in the ruins.
They shouted:
"Caesar is dead!"
"Caesar is dead!"
"Caesar is dead!"
After the extremely sad news of "Caesar is dead" spread.
Even the text of Heather's inner monologue in the void instantly turned a shocking blood red.
My king is dead.
My fire is dead.
My light is dead.
My heart is dead.
The fact that Crydella was assassinated was already known to everyone.
But this time, from Heather's inner perspective, she re-experiences Krydera's death.
What's even more heartbreaking is that it causes immense pain and makes it difficult to let go.
Hathaway has always been extremely dependent on Krydella, and her heart and soul are filled with respect and love for her.
The moment she learned of the king's death, it was just like her inner monologue.
She seemed to have died along with Crydella, her heart shattered and her soul adrift.
Then, the little gray-haired boy saw Crydella's figure, swaying precariously.
She appeared to be severely injured, her breath weak, and her body swaying precariously.
She looked as if a gust of wind could blow her over; she stood helplessly before the crowd, head bowed.
Krydella's voice was full of disappointment, mixed with endless resentment and sorrow.
"People cheered for my ascent... Now they cheer for my fall..."
"The Milky Way... a battlefield I can never tread..."
Heather finally looked slowly at Little Gray, her voice hoarse and broken as if torn apart by a sharp blade.
"Before the king's journey reached its end, her life and ambition were buried in the deep sea."
"This is the true end... Her grand ambitions were torn apart by the sword, and her magnificent robes were stained with golden blood..."
"And the person who killed her..."
As Hazel finished speaking, she slowly closed her eyes, her brows furrowed tightly.
It seemed as if he was agonizing over something, or perhaps trying to escape the cruel truth.
At this moment, everyone on the entire Douluo Continent held their breath.
Everyone stared wide-eyed at the sky, not daring to breathe.
They were afraid of missing a single word, of missing the revelation of the truth.
Everyone was filled with eagerness and wanted to know.
Who exactly assassinated Cerudela and put her to death?
Everyone firmly believes that Hathaway, who was Krydella's bodyguard at the time, must have known the whole truth.
Although many people have feared that Crydella would descend upon their world.
He was afraid that she would kill him because she was mocked for her height.
However, it cannot be denied that Crydela dedicated everything to the Candlelight Civilization.
Without Krydela, there would be no journey to pursue fire in the rear.
There was also no unity in Ohma's rear, fighting together against the foreign enemy.
Otherwise, Onphalus would have fallen into Lycus's hands long ago.
They won't be able to wait for Little Gray's return; everything will be doomed.
Lai Gushi had long since obtained the seed of the Necromancer Titan, and no one could stop him, plunging the world into chaos.
On the sky, Hazel took a deep breath, her eyes slightly darting away, filled with pain.
But she eventually raised her head and looked firmly at the little gray-haired boy.
With a voice filled with endless sorrow and hoarse to the extreme, he slowly revealed the shocking truth.
"...it was her most loyal sword and banner."
(End of chapter)