Huh? Are they all real?.

This made Moen laugh and say:

"Sure. How about leaving when you least expect it?"

"Oh, this!"

To Karu Judd's surprise, he disappeared from Moen's sight before he could even finish speaking.

As Mohn said, he left without any warning.

Seeing Karu Jade suddenly disappear, the Blessed King paused for a moment before accepting his fate as well.

However, before he completely disappeared, he hesitated for a moment and said to Moen:

"Thank you for telling me everything."

Looking at the empty sea of ​​flowers, Moen said:

"You're welcome."

Only then did Moen look down at his slightly disheveled clothes.

Then I clumsily started tidying it up.

He was going to see the real Seresera. He wanted to meet his queen in the best possible light.

He didn't want to look sloppy at a time like this.

However, the more I try to take care of my clothes, the more flustered I become.

But it was at this moment that a pair of jade-like hands reached out from Moen's waist.

Then he helped Moen straighten his clothes:

"Let me do it."

It is the Holy Grail, and she, who looks just like Seresera, is doing the same things as Seresera.

Even their voices and movements are exactly the same.

This made Moen stare at her in a daze.

He had always thought he could distinguish between the Queen and the Holy Grail, but at this moment, he found himself somewhat confused.

This feeling also made the Holy Grail feel very strange.

She felt a mixture of joy and, more than anything, a deep, lingering pain in her heart.

When Moen welcomes back the real queen, will she no longer be needed?

The Holy Grail was unable to contain its thoughts on this.

But her hands never stopped moving for a moment.

Chapter 390 So, what is a king? (4k)

The shattered hall slowly recovered under the pull of ancient forces.

But the two people standing in the sea of ​​flowers fell into a silent murmur.

The girl carefully tidied Moen's clothes.

Only after she had made sure there were no more mistakes did she pause slightly at her fingertips and then take a small step back.

It was a sense of desolation and retreat that she herself could not understand.

"Okay, no problem."

Moen's gaze shifted slightly. She wasn't the queen, but she looked remarkably like her.

He can still tell them apart, but he doesn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble.

"Thank you."

"It is what I should do, Your Majesty."

Moen stopped answering and turned to walk toward the ancient tree that seemed to support the entire maze.

As Moen arrived, the branches of the ancient tree seemed to come alive and sprang up from the ground, thus paving a path for Moen that led directly to the oval hollow.

Moen's steps were steady and not slow.

When he reached the end of the path, Moen finally saw his queen.

She lies curled up inside a huge gemstone amber, sleeping peacefully like a princess to this day.

Behind her was a huge doorway blocked by countless tree branches.

Even from a distance, the white door exudes a chilling aura.

The queen, encased in amber gemstones, was placed in the center of the doorway, supported by several thick tree branches.

As Moen approached, he saw more details.

For example, the true Holy Grail that Seresera always held in her hands.

And the ancient inscriptions carved on the white doors.

Moen had seen those words before; he had seen them at the very bottom of the Human Alliance's Mysterious Island base.

That is the original holy book.

He did good deeds, and people praised him. He died, and people mourned him.

The people's grief was so real and heartfelt that the great mother heard their cries.

So my mother sent me to ask her about everything.

When I reported everything, my mother told me to bring him back.

And he said: He should return!

Then, I saw him walking on the earth again.

The People's Union is in this section, and this section is also here, and it's related to the White Disaster.

What does this mean?

A brief moment of confusion filled Moen's thoughts.

However, Moen soon stopped thinking about that and looked at the queen who was encased in gemstone amber.

His main purpose in coming here was to welcome back his Seresera.

So when Moen's gaze swept over.

The branch supporting the Queen was used to deliver her to Moen.

Looking at the Queen's peaceful profile, Moen instinctively wanted to reach out and touch it.

As a last resort, amber, a precious gemstone, possesses a power that can almost reject everything.

But at this moment, Moen's fingers seemed to plunge into water, easily reaching into the amber.

Gradually, they moved closer to the queen's sleeping face.

As their fingertips drew closer, the queen's closed eyes began to twitch slightly.

The branches that had sealed the enormous door fell down one by one, revealing the white door behind them.

The moment Moen touches the Queen's cheek, the Queen will truly awaken, and the amber gem will shatter completely at that moment.

And the white door will then open!

Everything happened so naturally!

Closer, closer, Moen's fingertips drew ever closer to the Queen's cheek.

Almost all the branches of the closed doorway drooped down, and even the seemingly indestructible gemstone amber was covered with cracks.

If Moen continues, everything will likely change dramatically.

But at that moment, Moen suddenly stopped and slowly withdrew his hand.

The cracked amber gemstones and the nearly drooping branches began to recover as if time had reversed as Moen stopped.

Once the door was closed again, Moen stood up straight.

Meanwhile, the jeweled amber, which held the sleeping queen, was slowly carried back to the center of the door by tree branches.

Moen frowned as he glanced at everything, then took out a pocket watch that was still warm from his pocket.

Just a moment ago, the pocket watch emitted a temperature that almost burned him.

Therefore, Moen stopped in time.

Feeling the pocket watch gradually returning to normal temperature, Moen gratefully said to it:

"Thank you. You've helped me again."

That was definitely not normal.

This was the problem that Moen immediately realized after withdrawing his hand.

If it weren't for the pocket watch's reminder at the last moment, he would have definitely woken the Queen and then opened the closed door, allowing that strange history, the details of which he still doesn't know, to return.

Moen did intend to come here to awaken the Queen, but he would never be so reckless as to open the door.

Because that would not only be irresponsible to the world, but also irresponsible to him and the Queen themselves.

But he almost ruined everything just now.

This anomaly reminded Moen of his time in the New World.

The sacred tree has also encountered such a situation.

Yggdrasil said that she almost came into contact with the blessing left on Kolossanx.

At that time, she was also 'unaware' of what she wanted to 'get what was in front of her'.

However, that time, she realized her mistake at the last moment.

So, is it the same problem this time?

Moen frowned deeply.

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Moen did indeed stop at the last moment instead of opening the door immediately.

This led to the return of previously sealed supernatural tales to the present day.

However, everything Moen just did have some effects that he was unaware of yet.

It has been said that the flapping of a butterfly's wings in the distance can stir up a storm in a faraway land.

Not to mention Moen, who almost opened the door.

In that white world of ice and snow.

Since breaking the deadlock, Conan Heather, who has been unable to return home, is painstakingly marking the time she has been imprisoned in her own cage.

Instead of carving it on the cage, she used her own fingernails to carve a bloody gash into his belly.

He tried to leave marks on the cage, but he soon realized that it was impossible.

Because not only did he lack tools, but the cage also seemed capable of self-repair.

Therefore, in order to avoid confusion in his memory, he directly carved bloodstains on his stomach to record the time.

There was nothing he could do; he was kept locked in this dark, cramped cage.

He couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't suffer a mental breakdown due to the prolonged delay of being unable to return.

Now, it has been thirty-one days since he was trapped here, which is exactly one month!

After estimating the time, he immediately and impatiently climbed to the back of the cage.

Almost as soon as he climbed into position, a small rectangular window opened in the dark cage.

That window, so small that even an adult couldn't reach out their hand, shone in a tiny patch of incredibly precious light.

The only purpose of such a window is to bring him some food so that he doesn't starve or die of thirst inside.

A piece of dry, hard black bread and a block of ice for rehydration were casually tossed in through the window by someone outside.

Conan Heather, not daring to waste a moment, fumbled for the food and ice while trying to peer through the only window at everything outside.