586 Tomorrow (2/2)

Lowering his eyes, he continued, ”See? The closer you are to the core of Avalon, the harder it is for you to control your negative emotions. Do you think you are spared from the curse of dragon blood? This was the capture from last night's battle—the blood of Leviathan. In it carries the will power of Leviathan. Therefore, it is deadly poisonous for anyone of royal blood. This is the tragedy for all the royal family members: without dragon blood, he or she will not be accepted by the Stone Sword. Yet, once a royal family member has dragon blood flowing in the veins, he or she will have be subject to the control of Leviathan. You will be driven mad the moment you approach Leviathan. How could you fight it?”

Ye Qingxuan didn't know what to say, as there was nothing could be said.

The door was pushed open and a nurse wearing protective clothing covering his entire body came in with all the caution he could exercise. The nurse carried Ye Qingxuan to his bed, made sure he was comfortably positioned, and gently covered him with the quilt.

”Stop playing the hero, Ye Qingxuan.” Stretching out to tuck in the corner of the quilt, Lancelot said gently in a low voice, ”You don't belong to this country, nor does this country belong to you. Get yourself a good night's sleep. When you wake up, everything will be over.”

In great pain, Ye Qingxuan tried with all his might to open his eyes. Over Lancelot's shoulder, he saw a blurred figure standing behind Lancelot. The figure was smiling mockingly towards Ye Qingxuan.

”Lancelot, you…”

…

In the dimly lighted room, Mary woke up and opened her eyes. Hearing the noise outside, she knew she was not in the dream where the magic mirror was. However, she was afraid of the bustling world.

”What was that, Christine?”

Christine was not there to answer her question. She had gone out.

Mary was left alone in the room. The room was grand and magnificently decorated, yet it made Mary feel frightened and lonely.

”That was the cheering of the people, Your Highness,” a strange yet polite voice came from outside the door. Mary couldn't think of any courtesy officer with such a deep and low voice. She felt dizzy and muddled.

”Cheering?”

”Yes, cheering.” The voice answered, ”For you.”

”Why are they cheering for me?”

”Because you will take the throne to inherit the glory of your ancestors.” The voice answered, ”You will be the ruler of Anglo, leading them to a bright future. As her majesty passed away, you are the only one who can lead the country. This was the cheering of your people. Everyone, whether in the central area or the lower area of the city, is so happy as they see the new hope of their country.”

Mary was transfixed.

The door opened. Maid servants walked in, carrying gorgeous clothes and ornaments. They opened the windows to let in fresh air. They also brought Mary delicious breakfast. Served on bronze plates, the dishes smelled so delicious and tasty. The 12 best cooks in Avalon had waited until now to serve their new queen. To show their loyalty to their new queen, they had cooked the dishes once every hour to make sure they were served hot and fresh.

Outside the window, lamps were lit, lighting up the palace. The gentle melody of violin could be heard from afar, indicating that a grand banquet was underway. That was the celebration feast for the crowning of the new queen. Laughter full of hope could be heard in the wind. The dying city seemed to be alive again. It was singing for its revival. All this was thanks to Mary.

Yet Mary felt so frightened.

”Where is Christine?” she asked. ”Where is the captain of my guards?”

”She was injured. She wanted to stay with you, but the doctor stopped her,” the voice answered respectfully. ”Please don't worry, Your Highness. You will see her in the coronation ceremony tomorrow.”

”Tomorrow?” asked Mary.

”Yes. Tomorrow,” the voice answered.