Huh? Are they all real?.

A huge gasp of surprise suddenly burst forth from that small body.

The sound was so loud that it startled a flock of birds nearby.

Having already decided where to go, Moen smiled at the boy:

"Yes, child, I am the king, the Rose King."

At this moment, the legend of the Rose King began with the birth of this unassuming piece of bread.

The girl who stayed at the Human Union also smiled knowingly.

The gears that will lead from divine machine to god of machines have already begun to turn.

However, Ansa, who was still diligently studying how to bake bread at Baratheon Palace, felt that something was not quite right.

A strange feeling made her glance around curiously.

Pastry chefs from all over the world bowed their heads even more in fear and trepidation under the goddess's gaze.

But Ansa wasn't looking at them; she just felt something was off.

Moreover, she always felt that this feeling seemed to come from the past.

So, did I forget something?

After a long time, Ansa, still unable to find anything amiss, had no choice but to give up on the idea of ​​seeking inspiration.

Instead, he devoted his energy to learning how to make bread.

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Having already left the boy and Bobo Village, Moen has also decided where he wants to go.

That is Jinquan.

Moen also wanted to go to the Spikes in the south to see the so-called Sun Tomb.

But in the end, Moen still felt that if it was the brother he knew, then if he were still alive, he would definitely only be in Jinquan.

After all, Jinquan was where he met the Queen, and also where he lost her.

It really was a cruel twist of fate.

The arrogant sun mistakenly killed Queen Daphne, who was trying to escape the love of her eldest son.

Then, his queen was murdered by his brother, who was driven mad by the loss of his lover.

Even the complete loss of control of the Apocalyptic War originated from this.

To this day, Moen is still unsure whether it was an unavoidable accident.

Or perhaps the sun was caught up in the conspiracy of Prophet Helios.

The only thing that made Moen feel fortunate was that he hadn't told the story of Apollo.

Otherwise, he would suspect that he was involved in this matter.

After all, the story of Daphne and Apollo turning into a laurel tree is quite famous.

With a sigh in his heart, Moen gradually approached Jinquan.

As Moen drew closer.

Moen, who was gazing at the golden spring, stopped on his own initiative.

He was not wrong.

The sun is indeed here.

Although he did not see the sun's shadow.

After some deliberation, Moen decided to land and proceed.

As he walked along the cobblestone path toward the golden spring in the valley.

A somewhat familiar voice rang in his ear.

“Every single stone here was carefully selected by me and her. She really enjoys doing this.”

"Because she felt that her own cozy and comfortable home was more pleasant than an overly grand palace."

"But she is gone, because of my stupidity and arrogance."

The voice came from behind Moen.

The voice was very young.

But when Moen turned around, he saw that the proud sun had already hunched over.

The once-brilliant golden hair has turned into a faded, dull gold.

That once heroic and robust man had completely transformed into a wretched old man.

"Logically, I should execute you for desecrating her work. But you're the one who makes me feel very strange."

"Tell me, who are you? A mortal!"

Looking at the aging sun.

After a moment of silence, Moen said to him:

"We are brothers."

"brother?"

Moen's answer surprised Sun.

A moment later, he shook his head and laughed:

"Brother, I don't remember having a brother like you. I've never even seen what you look like. So, while I'm still in the mood, don't spout any more nonsense."

Tell me the truth.

Moen pointed to the entire Garsine Plain and said:

"Brother, this is for you."

Chapter 422 Sunset (4k)

Brother, this is for you.

Moen's voice made the hunched-over young old man fall into a daze.

He stared blankly at the stranger in front of him.

There was no sacred aura that made even the eldest son tremble with fear.

There was no face that was both incredibly familiar and terrifyingly frightening.

He wasn't even an angel.

Yet this very person inexplicably reminded him of everything that happened when he was granted the title of Grande Garcia.

“My brother, by your grace, the Creator has bestowed upon me everything in the world.”

"Therefore, in the name of the Creator, I will bestow upon you the plains of the West."

He remembered that he couldn't remember anything at the time, except that his brother stood under the primordial sun, so dazzling that he couldn't see his face clearly.

Of course, he also remembered that his brother had presented him with a scepter symbolizing the plains of Gazi, held aloft by both hands.

What was I thinking at the time?

Ah, I was so happy I almost forgot what I was thinking.

Because that would mean that he, like his other brothers, would have a piece of land that belonged to him alone.

He also felt that owning the land would bring him closer to his brother.

Did she also receive some of her mother's favor?

Amidst a jumble of chaotic thoughts, he accepted the short-handled scepter forged from gold.

Then, the elder brother said to himself:

"The plains of western Canada are yours, brother, along with the cracking of the earth during the dry season, the snake scales lying beneath the wheat awns, and the howling of wolves at midnight."

"I hope you will continue to love this land and everything on it as always."

"Just as I cherish everything here!"

From there, the Gazette Plain came under his control.

The brothers were all proud of this.

Moen had no way of knowing what the sun was thinking.

However, judging from his eyes, which had turned dark gold, Moen could roughly guess that he was thinking of the past.

So Moen looked down at the soil beneath his feet and said:

"I give you all of this, along with the cracking of the earth during the dry season, the snake scales lying beneath the wheat awns, and the howling of wolves at midnight."

Completely different voices and expressions, but the exact same tone.

The sun, which had been hunched over, almost instinctively straightened its back at that moment.

He stared incredulously at the strange man before him.

"You can't be him!"

He didn't think it would be his older brother.

But even as he gave a negative assessment, he subconsciously reached for his waist.

Moen understood what the action meant.

Because Moen remembered that after he handed over the golden scepter that represented ownership of the Garsian Plains.

He always wore it on his left waist.

It never left my side.

This was true even after he participated in the blasphemous feast.

In fact, Moen remembered that none of his eldest sons had ever given up the 'gifts' he had given them.

This time, however, Moen saw his outstretched left hand miss its target.

"Brother, did you lose your scepter?"

Even when their identity was denied to their face, the other party did not get angry or upset, nor did they rush to deny it.

He simply looked at his empty waist as if he knew everything.

What this means is clear to everyone.

"This is impossible!"

From "You can't be him" to "This is impossible".

The seemingly unchanged answer actually reveals the change in the sun's state of mind.

He had already come to believe Moen's identity.

He just couldn't believe it.

Because this is too crazy.

Moen, who knew this perfectly well, shook his head and smiled:

"Nothing is impossible, brother."

The distance between the two decreased further as Moen took the initiative to move closer.

But this once incredibly proud sun unconsciously retreated repeatedly in front of Moen.

Perhaps he himself didn't even realize that he was subconsciously backing away.

The sun is proud.

But in front of that one person, he could never lift his proud head.

From the initial visit to the final betrayal.

always like this.