Huh? Are they all real?.

And in the Second Age, the most widely circulated tale of a hero's revenge unfolds. The king rejected the goddess's love, but when he saw her corpse, he was awakened to his mistake and embarked on a path of revenge, ultimately beheading his greatest enemy.

Then, the king, hailed as the King of Heroes, committed suicide before the goddess's tomb.

The above situation illustrates that even if a king does not consider himself a king, and even despises the gods, it does not change the fact that he is a king in essence.

Therefore, not only the gods considered it a curse, but even some kings believed it to be a curse.

However, even those kings who reject the gods must, deep down, love that deity.

After all, even Queen Daphne, who died trying to escape love, is said to have begged the proud sun god at her last moment not to tell the god she had been running away from all her life about her death.

Because she said, 'That would drive him crazy!'

But the sun is proud, and it will always be upright and just, even if it is an unintentional accidental killing, even if the only eldest son who has transcended fate has given advice.

Therefore, He personally brought Queen Daphne's body to her door and told her everything in detail.

Then, the war of revelation became completely uncontrollable.

What was originally a complete continent was torn into three pieces, and then, due to other divine wars, became the five pieces we have today.

Upon hearing this, Trapolis frowned deeply and said:

"So, do you have any good ideas?"

Moen shook his head and said:

“This is unprecedented, and I’ve only just returned, so I don’t have any good ideas, Trapolis.”

"Similarly, I want to ask you something: have you discovered anything?"

After speaking, Moen looked seriously at Trapolis.

If anyone is most likely to know the Shadow's movements, then Trapolis is certainly one of them.

As the Lord of the Golden Flower, there shouldn't be anything in the Hidden Valley that can be hidden from him.

Trapolis hesitated for a moment before asking:

"What do you mean?"

"So, have you discovered anything about the Shadow?"

The sacred tree represents boundless inclusiveness, so the only question is how the shadow will react.

Trapolis immediately understood what Moen meant.

After a brief moment of thought, he shook his head and said:

“Your Majesty, I’m sorry, but even after all these years here, I haven’t found anything worth mentioning.”

"Furthermore, may I take it that, in your opinion, the sacred tree accepts all of this?"

Moen nodded and said:

"You saw everything that happened during the day; the sacred tree showed acceptance and blessing."

To Moen's surprise, this answer not only failed to relieve Trapolis, but instead made him ponder and say:

“Your Majesty, I am not a king, but I am an immortal. I have personally seen many gods and kings.”

"So, even if it's the great sacred tree, to be honest, I think what you're saying is too outrageous."

The gods do not care whether their king has other women, because those women are not considered human.

That was just the king's toy.

This even includes the offspring of kings, regardless of whether they are kings or their own offspring.

After the king appeared, the god was no longer normal.

As an immortal who had witnessed the rise and fall of countless generations, Trapolis knew this all too well.

So, would the sacred tree, which is also considered a deity, really be so tolerant of a goddess of the same status?

Trapolis's answer even left Moen momentarily stunned.

At first, he thought it was impossible.

Then the more I thought about it, the more horrified I became.

Yes, why am I so sure that the sacred tree will embrace everything?

The Shadow and she are beings of the same rank!

"She couldn't possibly be lying to me."

Trapolis lowered his head and said:

"Your Majesty, I hope you will not overthink it, and I hope you will seriously consider all issues. Besides, I am only giving you my opinion."

"After all, I am not a god, much less a great sacred tree, so perhaps I am just making a wrong assumption about the great god from the perspective of a mortal."

Moen nodded with a slightly somber expression and said:

"I'll pay attention."

"Then Your Majesty, I must take my leave. If you wish to discuss anything, please remember our presence."

"Please remember that we will always stand by your side!"

For the elves, among the three leaders, the Sacred Tree is the spiritual leader, the Shadow is the actual leader, and the King is somewhere in between.

Furthermore, the king certainly wouldn't want anything to happen to the two gods.

Therefore, the Golden Flower Lords naturally sided with Moen.

This is the option that best guarantees the rights of everyone.

"Thank you, Trapolis."

"It is my honor, Your Majesty."

After seeing Trapolis off.

Moen stood in the courtyard, quietly gazing at the sacred tree in the dome with his hands behind his back.

The sacred tree and the shadow are a simple contrast.

Moen hopes to find a proper solution through them.

However, at present, all of this seems somewhat unlikely.

As night fell, Moen, unable to resist his deep fatigue, chose to rest.

Until the king fell asleep peacefully.

A woman, hidden behind fluttering curtains, quietly appeared at the king's bedside.

Just like her previous appearances, her appearance remains unclear.

With her graceful figure, she effortlessly sat down next to Moen, then reached out and gently stroked the king's cheek.

However, the woman and the curtains disappeared in a flash.

Instead, Rose Lorrian stood beside Moen.

And just as skillfully, she sat down in front of his bed, her posture and movements identical as she reached out her hand toward Moen's face.

Chapter 189 Yggdrasil

Looking at Moen, who was sleeping peacefully.

The corners of Youying Taiyang's mouth also involuntarily turned up slightly.

After carefully brushing aside the stray hairs, Youying Taiyang quietly gazed at her lover's face.

She had been looking forward to this day for far too long.

So she felt she could never get enough of looking at it.

The only problem is...

The Shadow Sun's gaze did not leave Moen's face, but her hand rested slightly on Moen's magic ring.

The king forged this ring amidst the eternal flames of the End Mountain.

Of the Twelve Flower Lords, only Shadow Sun, as their second-in-command, truly understood the existence of the Lord of the Rings.

The others only knew that the Fool's Sword held the true uniqueness.

Why hide your true face?

"Is it because you are now human that you don't want people to know?"

The goddess whispered a question to the sleeping king.

However, what was called an inquiry was actually more like a small expression of dissatisfaction and complaint.

Because his king had not revealed the truth to him.

She clearly chose the king; the soul is the essence, the body is merely a shell.

As long as the soul remains the same, then appearance and physical form are insignificant.

Ugly or plain, a king is always a king.

Of course, you still need to look good, otherwise how can you win the favor of the king?

The goddess could easily see through the Ring's disguise; after all, that's not the Ring's true purpose.

But the goddess didn't do that.

This is the king's choice.

She didn't even ask.

She simply waited quietly, and in this moment when no one knew her, she uttered a small complaint.

After a brief hesitation, the goddess decided to be bold.

She carefully supported the king's head and neck, then removed the pillow she had prepared herself.

Then, the goddess's jade-like hands slowly reached for her high heels, gently untied the straps, and gracefully slipped them off, revealing her exquisitely beautiful feet, like works of art.

She sat down gently, the bed sinking slightly as if welcoming the arrival of a goddess.

Finally, with eyes full of tenderness and pity, the goddess carefully placed the king on her knees, as if cherishing the most precious treasure in the world.

Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and the moonlight shone upon it, adding a touch of gentle beauty to the scene. The goddess lowered her head slightly, gazing at the king with eyes full of love and concern, as if the whole world had stood still at this moment, just to protect this peaceful and beautiful scene.

This must be the highest level of enjoyment in the world.

Use a goddess's knees as a pillow.

It seemed as if they were experiencing an unprecedented softness and comfort.

Even as he slept, Moen's expression visibly relaxed.

This made the goddess's lips curl up even more.

However, the goddess quickly frowned slightly.

And then he spread his gaze around.

Something seems off.

-

And in the king's dream.

Moen was feeling an unprecedented level of comfort.

A warm bed, comfortable pillows, and a pleasant fragrance all around.

This is absolutely fantastic.

So Moen fell into a deep sleep.

After the light from outside shone through the openwork carvings in the window.

Moen reluctantly opened his eyes from his sleep.

The first thing that catches the eye is the slightly dim lighting, and a very heartwarming greeting:

"Good morning, Your Majesty. But you can continue sleeping! It's still early!"