Seeing this scene, Brocade Winthrop, who had held a glimmer of hope, suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
It seemed that last night was their last meeting with the Princess's Guest Official, Princess Ariel, and Olivia.
"Although the secret of the Winged Race's barrier will be erased from history with the destruction of this territory, I will remember the Princess's Guest Official from the Otherworld, after all, he and Princess Ariel have tried their best for the peace of the Coldflame Kingdom."
At this thought, a trace of reluctance and helplessness appeared in Brocade Winthrop's eyes, hidden behind his black-framed glasses.
Perhaps, this also meant that the Coldflame Kingdom had lost its last hope and would be completely sunk.
Just as Brocade Winthrop thought of this.
Not far away, the mocking voices of several traditional noble advisors, dressed in expensive armor and magic robes, came over.
