Huh? Are they all real?.

There are almost no new generation elves here.

They were all high elves, former guards of the Eternal King.

And the remaining eleven of the Twelve Golden Flower Lords are also here.

Therefore, they all saw the Eternal King with their own eyes.

Even many people remember Moen's name.

And their stories.

Before coming up here, Moen himself hadn't expected that he would still remember these things.

Unlike in Seven Hills, where everything Moen could access only made him more sentimental.

My friends, everything I knew, is gone.

All that remained was the increasingly dilapidated Seven Hills.

In such circumstances, any kindness shown by his friends is like a sharp knife piercing Moen's heart.

The dulled Iron Throne, the Lake Guard

And here, even though we haven't returned to the Sacred Tree Forest, nor to the old capital at the foot of the Sacred Tree.

Everything here was so familiar to Moen.

Of course, the most important thing is that the people from back then are still here.

As long as old friends are still in front of you, then where is not your homeland?

So Moen was in a very, very good mood.

Moen was also very fortunate that after the Seven Hills incident, he encountered an elf who had hardly changed.

Otherwise, if it were in the Old World, which had inevitably undergone a complete transformation, it would be far too cruel.

The elves felt boundless joy at the king's return, as did the king himself.

Amid the elves' immense joy, Moen walked up to one of the guards standing before him.

Looking at him, now that he had changed back into his golden armor.

Moen nodded and smiled:

"You've switched back?!"

Moen remembered that after his 'death,' the high elves replaced his specially designed golden armor with jet black.

This is used to express one's failure and incompetence.

But to my surprise, they had already changed back to their original state.

This is also one of the main reasons why Moen feels that nothing has changed.

The voice of the king.

The high elf was almost speechless with excitement. After taking several deep breaths, he managed to suppress his excitement and say to Moen:

"Yes, Your Majesty, it was Lord Shadow who asked us to exchange them. He said you would be very happy when you see this!"

These words made Moen look at the deck behind him.

The shadow is no longer here.

She took the girls to see their temporary rooms, which were actually unnecessary, since at the speed of an elf, they wouldn't need guest rooms to rest once they returned to the Sacred Tree Forest.

But whether or not to use it is one thing, and whether or not it exists is another.

Although Shadow was not on the deck, as a goddess who had chosen Morne as her king, how could she not know everything that happened on the deck?

So the girl following behind her and every elf who passed by her could clearly see that the goddess's ears began to twitch slightly again.

Even the goddess hummed a lullaby softly.

Everyone knew this must be related to the King. What words of the King had won the goddess's favor even more?

However, whenever an elf bowed to him, Shadow would blush slightly and return the greeting, while also quietly restraining his behavior.

Although it will change back soon.

It seems that Shadow is still the same as before, still knowing the king's intentions and able to provide perfect coordination, and still has almost no defensive capabilities, able to flee in panic with just a few moves.

Moen still remembers that once he had slept on her lap for an afternoon, he would wake up to find her completely red.

Then, she would run away as fast as she could, almost steaming, and then reappear by his side the next day.

It's also because her defenses are so weak that even a simple lap pillow makes her so shy she's about to explode.

So Moen stopped there, unlike Denise.

Denise didn't react at all; even when he lifted her skirt, she would only tilt her head and look at him.

There was absolutely no sense of accomplishment.

Denise did everything she wanted, exactly as she requested.

She felt no joy, sadness, grief, or sorrow about it.

Although things improved later, it was still mostly a three-nothing business.

The only time Denise showed intense emotion, I remember, was when...

I remember it was when Richard the Lionheart died.

The sea was dyed red, and the sky was torn apart.

The blood of a king stains the sea red, and the lament of a goddess tears the sky apart.

Recalling this scene, Moen glanced sideways, and after a moment, he raised his head again and smiled at the high elf before him:

Are you still at the Palace of Joy?

Now is a time of celebration, and all the elves are overjoyed.

I can't let myself be so disappointed.

The high elf before him was incredulous at the king's question:

"You...you still remember me?!"

Moen laughed:

"Why don't you remember? Alto Wind Chaser, grandson of Biluos Wind Chaser, when I was still at the foot of the Sacred Tree, it was you and Gansas who guarded the Palace of Joy."

Moen's answer truly moved the high elf to the point of speechlessness.

He never imagined that he would be remembered by the king to this day.

Meanwhile, a high elf standing next to him couldn't help but ask:

"Your Majesty, I am not in the Palace of Joy, but I am still a guard of the palace. Do you... do you remember me?"

This is not meant to make things difficult for Moen; it is simply a high elf's yearning for recognition from the king.

Moen turned his head and pondered for a moment.

Amid his nervousness and anticipation, Moen said regretfully:

"I'm sorry, I,"

Before Moen could finish speaking, the other person showed an expression as if they had fallen from heaven to hell.

Upon seeing this scene, Mo En suddenly laughed:

“Fiss Flowing Water. The guard of the Eighth Squad, how could I not remember him?”

The little joke brought the atmosphere to another climax.

This made the other high elves even more excited as they asked the king if he remembered them.

Moen called out their names one by one.

Every single name!

After speaking, Moen looked at the Golden Flower Lords with a slightly puzzled expression.

Why does he remember everyone?!

He clearly didn't know what he knew before he even opened his mouth?

This is not the support of the sacred tree, because the sacred tree would tell him directly that it did it itself.

So, Moen looked at his hands.

If there is any difference, it is that he was promoted from Sequence Nine to Sequence Eight.

As a transcendent being of a higher rank, his connection with this world has deepened.

This change further confirmed Moen's suspicion.

The game may just be a manifestation of something else.

As it seemed to Moen, the Golden Flower Lords naturally didn't ask him if he remembered them.

They simply gathered around and earnestly inquired about how Moen had returned.

“Your Majesty, we still remember that terrible day. The horrific scene on the Chalk Wall still makes our hearts tremble even after three eras.”

"After you left, we tried countless times to bring you back, but all our attempts failed. So, can you tell us why you came back?"

They knew very well whether the person before them was a king or not.

These are absolutely kings; they could not possibly mistake the monarch they serve.

So they were simply curious about it.

They have performed powerful rituals on several occasions that could summon even the gods.

That consumed countless resources and time, a consumption that even elves found astonishing.

Although all attempts failed, no elf considered it a pointless waste of effort.

The series of failures did indeed deeply affect each of the elves.

The only fortunate thing is that the Shadow Sun, though unable to replace the King as the true sun in the hearts of these remnants of the old era.

But at least she truly inspired the new generation.

This let the elves know that hope still existed.

The sun, which shines only on the shadows of the new generation, is as dark and lifeless as they are.

Now everything is alright, the king is back.

The Shadow Sun will become a truly perfect sun.

The radiance of the sacred tree will once again shine upon every elf.

The age of elves has returned!

In response to their questions, Moen smiled and said:

"Don't worry about anything. I've finally returned as I planned. However, I'm also sorry to have kept you waiting for so long!"

According to His Majesty's own arrangements?

No wonder they were never able to recall His Majesty.

It turns out that another recall ceremony had been underway all along and had not been interrupted.

Upon hearing this, all the Golden Flower Lords put their worries and curiosity to rest.

At the same time, the Golden Flower Lord standing at the very back passed through her companions and came before the King:

"Your Majesty, I must tell you something: I have created the thing you told me about back then!"

Having said that, even the Golden Flower Lord, who was exceptionally noble in the eyes of the archangel, puffed out his chest—a rare occurrence for him.

It's like a child who is extremely proud of their achievements in front of their elders.

Moen looked at him strangely.

I remember him; he was indeed a member of the Golden Flower Lords.

But, but why did I forget his name?!

They clearly remembered those high elves who were far less familiar to them!