Chapter 47: I Have a Dream
Western Continent.
Northern Territory, Three Sages Snow Mountain.
A streak of black and red light whizzed by thousands of meters in the sky.
A giant dragon, with a wingspan of tens of meters, let out a low roar, rapidly passing through the high altitude, its wings stirring up violent airflow.
This was a Black Scale Lesser Dragon with extremely high blood purity.
A maiden with silver-white long hair leaned on the soft cushion on the dragon’s back, casually flipping through a document in her hand.
She was wearing a black and red military uniform adorned with golden thread embroidery of a Black Vulture, outlining a languid curve.
“Your Highness, has the border war ended?”
A slender figure wearing a metal mask silently appeared on the dragon’s back and spoke respectfully.
“It hasn’t completely ended, but large-scale operations should cease.”
The Second Princess, Isadorella, her exquisite and proper face showing no emotional fluctuations, said, “The Holy See has intervened and, under a surprise encirclement, killed ‘Hundred Beasts’ Aresjod.”
“‘Hundred Beasts’ has fallen?”
Fiolen’s eyes revealed a hint of surprise.
Although an enemy, he was a genuine Sixth Ring Beast Tamer, possessing his own title.
In any extraordinary power, a Titled Beast Tamer could be considered a state’s vital asset, second only to the rare few Legends. It was unexpected that one had fallen so easily.
She herself was only Titled.
“Recently, the Western Continent has been restless everywhere.”
Isadorella’s gaze remained fixed on the document in her hand. “Are they all targeting the Empire, thinking the once-great king is old and frail, and each wants a piece of the pie…”
The Silver-haired Princess’s clear and cold voice carried a hint of a sneer. “Tell me about your side, how is the investigation in Ceylon coming along.”
“It’s been confirmed that behind that wanted criminal who destroyed Ceylon… there were indeed some hidden forces at play.”
“But eight years have passed, and all clues are very blurred, so we can only make some uncertain guesses…”
Isadorella, hearing the hesitation in Fiolen’s words, interrupted her directly. “Just say it.”
Fiolen paused, then lightly parted her red lips and uttered a word.
“Crimson Rose.”
“Another Oathbound Family.”
Ice crystals formed in Isadorella’s beautiful eyes.
“The ancestors truly left quite a difficult problem for their descendants.”
Unlike the “Winter,” which had the name of an Oathbound Family but had actually become extremely weak in influence before its demise, having long guarded the Northern Territory.
The “Crimson Rose” Borgia Family was a truly powerful high-ranking noble.
As one of the Eight Great Oathbound Families personally enfeoffed by the former Emperor of the Freista Empire, the Borgia Family had been rooted in the Imperial Capital for nearly a thousand years, accumulating unimaginable hidden strength in secret.
Its roots were deeply entrenched in various sectors such as the military, the Directorate, and the Royal Research Institute. Its influence spread throughout the entire Empire and even to foreign countries, even extending into the Lost Domain. It was a true behemoth capable of shaking the stability of the entire Empire single-handedly.
In a way, it was even comparable to the Imperial Royal Family.
At the same time, it was also one of Isadorella’s greatest constraints within the Empire.
She smoothed her long hair, which had become slightly disheveled by the high-altitude wind, and was about to speak when she stopped as if sensing something.
“There’s news from the Imperial Capital.”
“The Imperial Capital…” Fiolen’s words paused slightly. “Has that one from the Abyss started to act?”
“More or less. Although there were some minor hiccups, the outcome is the same.”
A hint of amused interest appeared on Isadorella’s exquisite brows.
She was well aware of the capabilities of the one under her command – a Royal Succubus, favored by the Dragon of Dreams, truly one of a kind.
And the fact that the young man named Shaya Egut could resist the dream woven by a Royal Succubus undoubtedly piqued her interest further.
Isadorella extended a fair finger and lightly touched the void. A sapphire-blue crystal slowly materialized.
Then, it coalesced into a distorted light image.
“Watch it with me. I know you need to rush back to the White Tower afterwards. After this is over, use the military channel.”
Fiolen nodded silently.
The teleportation array of the military, due to its high activation cost, was theoretically only usable for top-secret military operations on a national scale.
Now that Her Royal Highness had made an exception, it undoubtedly saved her a lot of travel time.
Thinking this, she also stepped behind the silver-haired maiden and stood silently, watching the distorted light screen.
Fiolen genuinely wanted to see the Mental Landscape of this young man who had an inexplicable connection with the founder of the White Tower, and might even be the reincarnation of an ancient powerhouse.
Spirituality and magic crossed the Astral Realm, converging through the path of the “Astral Wanderer.” The light screen quickly became stable and clear.
What came into view was a sapphire-blue sphere.
The sphere had some ochre areas, with the rest being pure blue.
Beyond the sphere, there was an almost completely black region, occasionally dotted with faint starlight, illuminating the profound, gloomy darkness.
“This is… the planet we’re on?”
Fiolen’s words carried a hint of surprise.
In this world where extraordinary beings and secret organizations existed, knowledge, especially forbidden knowledge, had distinct gaps between different levels of people.
After all, even the mere ability to read and write, and to read books, was not something the commoners had the opportunity to access.
For most commoners, their entire understanding of the world might come from a few hearsay tales from Bards.
So, in a sense, the amount of knowledge a Beast Tamer possessed on the Western Continent, and the level of understanding they had of the world, directly reflected their strength, rank, and position.
As an Inspector of the Empire and a Titled expert, Fiolen was naturally not unfamiliar with concepts like “planet” and “space.”
But even so, her knowledge of the world she lived in was only a vague concept, far from being able to form such a clear Mental Landscape as seen in the light screen.
That sapphire-blue planet was so beautiful, yet so profound—
The moment she saw it, it captured her gaze.
Fiolen had a vague premonition—
This scene was likely the true image of the world they currently inhabited.
On the other side, in the silver-haired Princess’s beautiful eyes, the hint of amusement grew stronger.
In this fleeting glance, she saw more than Fiolen did.
It was a magnificent structure of countless orbital discs connected by pathways, shooting straight up from the planet’s surface, pointing directly into the boundless dark firmament.
It was like the Tower of Babylon in ancient myths, connecting man and god, the boundary between heaven and earth.
By controlling the broadcast of the Dream Controller, Isadorella saw the conceptualized text name of this magnificent structure by the master of this mental world—
“Space Elevator.”
