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While Theresa was talking, a breeze blew through the forest.

The branches above their heads were rustling. The perpetual mist of the Fallen Forest was thinner than before. The brilliant starry sky appeared in the sky.

Maybe it was because the brilliant stars hadn't shed their brilliance on the dark world for a long time, but when they found a tiny gap, they all rushed forward and splashed on Theresa's shoulder like a silver waterfall, as if they were putting on a magnificent armor for the seemingly delicate girl.

Princess Summer was fascinated.

She did not believe Theresa's words.

Of course, he wasn't saying that Theresa was lying. It was just that children from small places were like this. It was easy to paint beautiful memories into unrealistic fantasies.

Maybe, she would imagine the captain of the strongest militia in the town to be the unparalleled sword saint.