Chapter 190: The Shadow Behind the Mirror

In the distant past, the Holy Tree personally selected Roselórien from among many elves and gave her to its king as a deputy and secretary.

At the same time, she was also the wife chosen by the Holy Tree for the king.

She knew very well that there was no love between her and her king.

They are more like a pair of like-minded close friends.

Of course, if he wanted, she could also put herself in the position of a wife.

But it was obvious that her king didn't mean that.

She didn't feel lost about this because he was already her own king.

No matter what kind of relationship the gods and kings have, they are undoubtedly the closest.

So based on this point, Yggdrasil personally carefully selected Roselórien from among countless elves.

She was good, pious, and most importantly, the tree knew her love.

And a preparation just in case.

From the first moment it saw her, or in other words, from the moment she was born, the Holy Tree knew that this child had the qualifications to become a god!

To this day, she has proved that the Holy Tree was not wrong.

She completed the twelve trials and became the Shadow Sun, taking on the responsibility of the entire elves in place of the King.

If something unexpected happens.

Then this child might be able to accompany her king in her place.

However, the future ultimately exceeded her imagination.

The king left first, and the chosen child grew up to become the new goddess on her own.

After all, she is not the original, and she cannot control everything.

In response to the Holy Tree's answer, Morn, who was lying quietly on her lap, replied:
"That's it."

"Yeah, that's it."

The voice of the Holy Tree echoed softly in Moon's ears. At the same time, her hand unconsciously placed on Moon's face and gently stroked him.

"So what do you think she'll do?"

"And have you discovered anything yet?"

In response to this question, the Holy Tree simply lowered its head, looked at him and smiled:
"Don't worry, no matter what happens in the end, there will always be someone by your side. This time, you won't be taken away!"

Moen said helplessly:
"That's not what I asked."

"I know what you want to ask, but I don't know either."

"I don't know what that child is thinking, I don't know what she will do, and I don't know if she has done anything yet."

Holy Tree's hand did not continue to stroke Moon's cheek, but quietly placed it beside his ear.

Yuktrasil looked at Morn seriously and said:

"But there is one thing I want you to remember, no matter what happens."

"Please don't blame the child."

"Because it's all because she loves you, and because there must be someone qualified enough to be by your side."

"You still have very important things to do, don't you?"

After a brief silence, Morn said to Yggdrasil:

"This may hurt you, but it will definitely hurt me because I caused all this!"

Without waiting for Moon to continue.

Y'k'drashil placed his hand on his mouth to stop him from continuing.

"It's not because of you that this happened, it's because of me. I was the one who chose that child and gave it to you!"

After saying this, the Holy Tree said to its king with regret and infinite love:
"Also, you really should wake up this time."

"But please remember, don't blame anyone for me, especially yourself!"

In order to stop his beloved king from saying anything.

Also to say goodbye.

Yggdrasil held his cheek, carefully pulled her knees free, and kissed the king. This time, it was indeed tenderness from her.

Rather than false tenderness.

In the king's surprise, his eyes suddenly widened.

But this time, although the feeling behind his head had not changed, the person in front of him was not Y'k'trashil.

But a cheek that was quickly blushing.

"Rose Lorraine?!"

"Hello, Your Majesty. Good morning, good morning. I just thought you might need a better experience!"

"Just think about that cold pillow, for sure, for sure, um, anyway."

Looking at the incoherent Roselorian, Moon also laughed.

"Okay, let me get up!"

"Ah, ah, okay."

With a slight regret, Roselorien let go of the king.

Moon stood up and couldn't help but touch his lips.

Just now, Y'k'drathil kissed him.

She must know something!
So, what is Roselorien really planning? !

Roselorian, who noticed this scene, lowered her head in increasing uneasiness.

She did think about secretly kissing it and tasting it.

However, every time when she was about to get close, she couldn't help but look back shyly.

Next time, next time I must kiss her, at least, at least the forehead is a must!
Or you can lower the difficulty a bit and just put foreheads against foreheads?

While Roselorian was thinking, Morn asked her directly:
"What do you think of Y'k'drasil?"

The Shadow Sun suddenly raised its head.

And her king looked at her the same way.

"Please answer me as a goddess. What do you think of Yggdrasil, who is also a god?"

No hesitation, no avoidance.

Shadow Sun bowed slightly towards the king in front of him and said:

"I hate her, sir, she has taken you from me!"

"what will you do?"

Without looking up at herself, Roselorian said seriously:
"I love you, sire, and I will not hurt you."
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After seeing off his queen.

Y'k'trashil also walked down from the bed.

She walked towards the window and touched her lips as Moen did.

She thought it would be very special.

I feel that my mood will definitely experience huge ups and downs.

But surprisingly, she didn't feel that way.

It was just a very simple touch, but even though it was such a simple touch, she found herself wanting to do it again.

After realizing this, she finally walked out of the window from behind the curtain.

The false light created for the king was also shattered.

Here, it is no longer the sun or the light of the sacred tree that illuminates the entire world.

It was a black curtain extending from a water mirror. The curtain was exactly the same as the one around her.

Meanwhile, beneath the veil is the sacred tree itself.

Look at the veil that conceals the sacred tree and the water mirror that extends from the veil.

Y'ktrashil's gaze passed over the mirror and quietly looked at the reflection behind the water mirror.

It was the holy tree without the veil and all the valley and the old city.

(End of this chapter)