Lilianna slowly began to speak.
When she reached this point, she unconsciously raised her head and looked toward the girl in the black dress, at the figure upon the Ice-Sealed Throne.
Her relationship with the human boy named Shiayar, in the end, was merely a brief encounter five hundred years ago.
Yet on that day, the day the Lost Island fell into the Abyss.
Even though Lilianna at that time only caught a fleeting glimpse of Shiayar's true form in action.
But the brilliance of that moment was deeply etched into the depths of Lilianna's soul.
Speaking of which, he too was human.
If at this moment he were also on the Western Continent.
Then those fabled creatures might not dare to be so rampant as they are now.
"I understand."
The girl in the black dress nodded, showing little fluctuation upon hearing Lilianna's words.
