She thought for a moment and then spoke again:

“Is this the truth of this universe? The chaotic flow of fate dominates everything. Except for a very small number of enlightened beings, all other existences are just puppets drifting with the flow?”

“You can understand it this way,” Icahn nodded. “Disappointed? One starlight cannot illuminate the universe.”

Perlis fell silent again. She recalled everything she had experienced on the Dust Star, the pairs of eyes she had looked into, the figures who stepped forward – including her father and mother.

“What a cruel fate,” she whispered.

“Why do you think so?” Ikan tilted his head. “Don’t you think that it is this diversity that makes this small garden less boring?”

“But fate created all the suffering,” said Perlis.

“That’s what makes all the good stuff happen,” Icahn said.

“Fate has determined all deaths,” said Perlis.

“It also sows the seeds of life for all things,” Icahn said.

“Fate turned them into demons,” said Perlis.

“It also makes you who you are,” Icahn said.

After hearing the last sentence, Perlis was stunned for a moment, then turned her head slightly.

“…I don’t like this feeling.”

“That’s you. You don’t like to see people being dominated by false fate, because there doesn’t have to be suffering in this world, but wherever there are people, there is bound to be suffering. This is not something that anyone can decide, not even fate.”

As Ikan said this, he extended a hand towards Perlis and motioned for her to hold it.

Perlis hesitated for a moment and held Icahn’s hand. The hand was so cold, without any warmth of life, but not chilling at all.

In the blink of an eye, the outline of the [Ivory Tower] began to blur. When Perlis came to her senses again, she was standing in the middle of a sea of ​​flowers, with an endless sea of ​​stars above her head.

The moment she fell into the sea of ​​flowers, a tranquil feeling like water surged from the soles of her feet to her whole body, as if the sea of ​​flowers under her feet had merged with her.

She had seen this sea of ​​flowers in Halilali’s memory. This was where she was born. She was the “descendant of the sea of ​​flowers”, the little one who poked her head out from the sea of ​​flowers.

Now, she has returned to her real hometown, growing up gracefully.

Perlis raised her head and looked at the endless starry sky. When it connected with the sea of ​​flowers, her sight seemed to have some kind of unparalleled penetrating power. She broke through the limitations of the light cone and saw the picture of the entire box garden.

She saw countless civilizations, countless “unspeakable things”; she saw the arms of nebulae collide with each other, and saw the collapsed stars turn into black holes. The picture of the universe was briefly revealed before her eyes, leaving her speechless for a moment.

At the edge of the endless darkness, Perlis finally saw the tiny dust star. From her perspective, the [grave] that the [Starry Sky Ladder Project] failed to cross was like a thin eggshell that could break at any time.

Around the dust star, the dark torrent and the projection of light collided crazily, and it was as chaotic as the sea in a storm. Any point of light in the chaotic torrent was hundreds of millions of times the size of the dust star, and this small planet was caught in the crack of this stream of destruction, like a piece of driftwood carrying an ant, but this piece of driftwood had been caught in the vortex and could fall into the abyss at any time.

If even a drop of water splashes over from the sea of ​​light and darkness, the dust star will instantly turn into real dust, along with everything on it.

Civilization is an ant among the roots of a giant tree.

“Is this the truth that Laplace wants… a chaotic box garden…” Perlis murmured in a low voice.

“He longs for control and dominance because he cannot tolerate his fate being dominated by an unobservable flow,” Icahn and Perlis looked up at the stars together. “From a human perspective, his vision is the longest. He has experienced the collapse of a civilization, which gives him an almost morbid fear of losing control. This fear makes him constantly take action and makes him long to be the only one standing on the Tower of Babel. He believes that only by completely unifying the limited power of mankind can there be a glimmer of hope.”

“He’s wrong,” said Perlis.

“I won’t refute you, because I have already let go of the strings of fate and no longer express them,” Ikan said, “But are you really not going to do anything? Now you are the Pure White Flame. If you want to destroy the flow of the Sea of ​​Light and Darkness, it is possible, but it may cost you a great price.”

Perlis retracted her gaze, lowered her head, gently stroked the petals on the edge of her skirt, and murmured:

“I’ll be watching them.”

“Watching them won’t change much. In this little garden, they could be destroyed at any time. If I remember correctly, there are many people on that planet that you want to protect, right? Are you really not going to do anything?”

“Laplace decided the fate of others in this way. I won’t do the same thing,” Perlis murmured. “Human civilization is brilliant because it is people-oriented. A towering tree cannot grow in a potted plant, and it is impossible for a towering tree to grow under the shade of another big tree.”

Icahn’s eyes were complicated for a moment, then he chuckled:

“You have indeed grown up, little girl.”

“But I will tell them the truth, I will let them know what situation they are in, and I will guide them to find the direction for the future.” Perlis added immediately.

“Okay, I will help you with this.”

Icahn smiled gently, and an ivory-like bright light swirled around him.

“So, is there anything else you want to ask?”

“Yes,” Perlis hesitated, “I have the authority to create.”

“Yes.”

“Mom, Dad, and those who have passed away, their experiences are engraved in the netherworld in the form of memories.”

“Yes.”

“Can I… revive them?”

After saying this, Perlis lowered her head and stared at the sea of ​​flowers at the edge of her skirt.

In fact, she already knew the answer to this question – by the Black Lake in Far Town, the projection of Ivar created by the memory of the netherworld once told her that his destiny was to “move forward.”

All that remains of those who have passed away are memories; even if they are created, they are merely projections.

The real them have already “moved forward”.

Even God cannot grasp the shadow of the past.

That is their destiny.

Ikan smiled as he looked at the girl who was bowing her head in the sea of ​​flowers. He did not answer, but silently opened his arms towards the girl.

Perlis threw herself into the king’s arms. Time went back. The “Heir of the Sea of ​​Flowers” was once taken out of this sea of ​​flowers by the king. At that time, her eyes were burning with white flames that could destroy everything, but now she is just herself.

She is her, Perlis Havrgard, the witness and recorder of the dead.

“Continue your brilliant life, little girl. I will always be watching over you.”

Perlis heard a whisper in her ear, and then there seemed to be a flash of light, and the person hugging her seemed to be someone else.

“Eh? Little white flower?”

Pearlis looked up and found herself in Carly’s arms, and the latter’s eyes were also full of surprise.

“…Why am I here all of a sudden? It’s only been ten minutes…Wait a minute, why are you crying?”

Perlis blinked her eyes and wiped them with her hands, only to then realize that she was crying.

She wiped away her tears and shook her head gently:

“It’s okay, it’s okay.”

“Are you really okay?” Carly was still a little worried.

“Well, it’s okay. I’ll tell you slowly.”

Carly wanted to say something, but she saw a smile on Pearl’s face – it was a smile like the sun after the rain, wet, but as bright as a sea of ​​blooming flowers.

The two held hands and looked up at the starry sky in tacit understanding. The sea of ​​flowers under their feet was parallel to the entire starry sky. The dark box garden spread from the top of their heads to the edge of chaos countless light years away.

Life is such a brilliant thing. They crawl, they struggle, they fight, but they always keep moving forward and never succumb to the flow called fate.

If this chaotic box garden is a stormy sea, then civilization is the fishermen singing on the sea. The sound of the storm may cover up the singing, but the lingering sound will eventually spread to every corner of the sea with the wind.

The continuation of civilization is a hymn to life.

…END…

The White Flame -2w6k-

“We grew up within the range of the Tower of Babel.”

——Selected Works of Wilkin’s Fairy Tales

……

Three months after the Battle of Aston Plains.

Steel Airship “Monark” – Aston Plains

“It’s time, my lord.”

The old butler in armor pushed open the door and saw Pace standing by the window at a glance, so he stood at the door and waited respectfully.

That young man used to be a down-and-out drunk in the tavern, but now he has the air of a king. Above the Aston Plain, he looks down with his black eyes at the battlefield he has conquered.

“…”

After a while, Pace turned his head and looked at the old butler, but there was no fire in those black eyes, only obsidian-like calmness.

“Any news about the little princess?” he asked.

“The Qilang government has no relevant clues,” the old housekeeper said, pausing, “However, Miss Kui and Miss Lian did provide information about the last time they saw Miss Perlis. At that time, they were at the coast of the East Continent, and Miss Perlis sank into the trench alone. No one has seen her since then.”

“She is still so brave,” Pace’s eyes dimmed a little, “Keep in touch with Qi Lang, we need to find her and Miss Carly.”

“Okay, I will communicate this matter with them,” the old butler paused, “By the way, can I ask a question?”

“Just ask.”

“You insist so much, do you hope to find Miss Perlis, or find the [Pure White Flame]?”

The old butler had a reason to ask such a question. During the search of the [College Building], Oirat found some top-secret files that were sealed by Laplace himself, and made them public to the coalition forces.

Those files revealed a huge horrific plan: about the ancient gods [Inmotarus], [Havrgard] and [The Last Bloodline].

In those archives, Laplace’s actions over the years received a completely new interpretation: he attempted to resurrect the murderer who destroyed the previous civilization, the ancient god who only existed on the Odin Slate.

From the disappearance of Hermes von Valantia, to the true identity of the chief [Black Angel] of [Blade of Babel], to the significance of the existence of [Pure White Flame] Perlis Halfergaard as the Blade of the Federation, everything the false god on the high tower did was far more horrifying and inhuman than the coalition forces had imagined.

According to the end of that plan, the ancient god [Inmotalus] will be resurrected, and with his help, the people of the Federation will obtain the so-called “picture of the universe”, thereby knowing the truth and becoming the wisdom of mankind in the true sense.

However, that plan failed.

The ancient god [Immotalos] has fallen. This is not only the conclusion drawn by the coalition from the failure of the Federation, but also comes from some mystical guidance given by Akihara Ayane.

She said that if the ancient god had been resurrected, just reading the name “Immotalos” would cause people to die from the super-personal gaze, but the current situation is that the name has become a harmless title.

Therefore, [Immotalus] no longer exists.

As for the person who could cause His fall, after much deduction, the only one left was another core member of the Laplace Project.

“…”

Faced with the old butler’s question, Pace choked up for a moment. The old man’s tone was gentle, but the sharpness of the question was so sharp that it seemed to pierce through him.

He seemed to have returned to the rainy night in Lorton. On that day, the impoverished Pace Monarch deceived the girl and used her identity as the “Pure White Flame” to regain the family mansion for himself.

The old butler’s implication is simple: do you want to find back the girl you regard as your sister, or the [Pure White Flame] who can become a powerful ally?

After all, whatever Laplace feared, it could not have been invented out of thin air.

And if that time really comes, the people of Ursa will need a protector.

But the power of the protector is not the power of human beings themselves after all.

In fact, Pace felt that he would never see Pearlis again. The girl came in the drizzle of Loton, but she was gone in the unprecedented rainstorm in the Federation.

She will go to a place further away, she will continue to “move forward”.

“…”

Pace pondered for a while, then smiled and sighed:

“I owe her a venison feast, remember?”

After saying this, he walked towards the door and passed by the old butler:

“Let’s go, it’s time to go to the funeral.”

Behind Pace, the old butler closed his eyes and a faint smile appeared on his face.

He glanced at the window where Pace had stood before. A long time ago, he had also stood by the bed with another boy, looking at the snow outside the window, with the fire in his eyes that only mountain people could have.

……

The “Monark” landed on the Aston Plain. When the hatch opened, the desert wind blew up dust, forcing Pace to put his hands in front of his eyes.

After the relaunch of the Tower of Babel, the sky over the plain seemed even darker. The yellow sand that blew up from time to time made the scenery of the wasteland very blurry, as if covered by a distorted filter.

But even so, Pace saw the building not far away at a glance – the ancient fortress avoided the bombardment of the Tower of Babel as if with divine help, and now still stands on the plain.

[Freedom Attack Fortress], that is where [Attack King] Rosedes Yad Pershipens launched a general offensive against the Federation.