CHAPTER FOURTY

"Shall we greet joy through the lord of the black shadows has fallen," Obligichaun said.

"There's no greeting joy right now, for the Princess has fallen there are yet still thousands of evils from afar," Are reminded. "For worse atrocities than those which you have witnessed will occur in the future. Because, as the world becomes weaker with age, evils will become more prevalent among those who live in it."

After a day, the Sharveinneil Men arranged Charlotte's funeral, and she was laid in a stone home with her arms and many other fair belongings that she would have had, and a large pile was raised over her, covered with green turves of grass and white nevermind. On the east side of Leafland, there were now eight mounds.

Remember getting an unstoppable Princess, Hope, who annihilates all of her country's adversaries, and her triumphs and selfless deeds pass from land to land, even reaching the aristocratic ears of the monarch, who pursues her revered might to co