Ashen Dragon-Chapter 646 - 69 The God of the Mortal World (6k long

Chapter 646 -69: The God of the Mortal World (6k long chapter)_3

Chapter 646 -69: The God of the Mortal World (6k long chapter)_3

Years later, having achieved outstanding results in all her assessments, she finally stepped out of the Reformation Camp.

Abir deeply repented her past wrongdoings and converted to the Ashen Empire’s Emperor, becoming a glorious Imperial Warrior and dazzled on the battlefield against the demonic invasion with her exquisite archery skills.

Ultimately, she was even ennobled as the Dragon Blood Baroness, ascended the Isdalia Grand Altar, and received a blessing from His Majesty in the presence of hundreds of thousands of people.

This was an unparalleled honor, enviable by many, and yet she, once an enemy, was treated so favorably.

Abir was immensely satisfied with this, and thoughts of recovering her lost memories gradually faded.

The only trace left of her previous life was that name—Abir, besides that, nothing else remained.

“Now my life is really good, maybe… I don’t need to dwell on the past that has gone.

After smiling and waving to a girl holding flowers, reminiscing her innocent smile, Abir thought to herself.

To have stood against the great Empire, I must have been brainwashed by those hypocrites…

Such experiences are not worth cherishing.”

Abir’s thoughts grew firmer, and her steps more resolute, the Dragon Vein Elf was convinced she was on the right path.

Suddenly, with an archer’s keen senses, Abir felt a gaze tightly following her, causing some panic.

Could it be an enemy?

Abir quickly turned around to face the gaze.

There, a man in a gray cloak with a hood, standing amidst the crowd, was staring intently at her, his face showing signs of age.

“Wait, this is…”

Abir could see that the amber eyes revealed not hostility, but… a more complex, entangled mix of emotions.

Abir’s heart skipped a beat.

“Richard.”

For some reason, Abir uttered this name that seemed foreign yet familiar, as if it had long been etched deep in her memory.

Abir rolled the name Richard around in her mind, but could not recall the slightest memory associated with it.

By the time she returned to her senses, the cloaked figure had vanished among the crowd, leaving no trace.

“How strange…”

Thus, Abir continued with the parade procession, pushing that brief peculiar encounter out of her mind.

In a deep alley’s shadow, the man squatted in a corner, head bowed, muttering to himself, “No, how could this happen… She has forgotten me!

No wonder, no wonder Abir joined the Empire, she has lost all her memories!”

The man, or rather Richard, slowly lifted his head, his eyes gradually reflecting determination: “I will make you remember everything… Abir.”

…

Isdalia’s Inner City Area, the living grounds of the Empire’s elite.

There were exquisitely beautiful buildings and clean, tidy roads everywhere, even the Imperial Prime Minister Ramp’s Mage Tower was located in the Inner City Area.

“We’ve arrived at the Inner City Area stop, please disembark in an orderly manner.”

The clear voice of the attendant rang out, and Abir stepped off the steam train and soon approached her own residence.

It was a new house, bestowed by the Empire Officials after she was ennobled as the Dragonblood Baroness, which could sell for five to six hundred Gold Coins on the outside market.

Abir took out the key from the pocket of her military uniform, ready to unlock her house.

After inserting the silver key into the lock, her Actions suddenly halted, and after a moment’s hesitation, she said, “Come out, I know you’re nearby.”

Sure enough, a trembling, excited voice came from behind.

“Abir, you really…”

A man slowly emerged from the shadows of the house, his eyes looking exceedingly earnest.

“Click.”

The clear sound of a gun being cocked rang out as Abir suddenly turned around, revealing the Handgun she had been keeping ready in her sleeve.

She aimed the gun at the man, her brow furrowed, her voice sharp: “Who are you? Why are you following me?”

Seeing the hostile gaze directed at him, the man, or rather Richard, showed a touch of despair, the Dragon Vein Elf in front of him was nothing like the lover he once knew.

“You really don’t remember me.”

He sighed softly, still slowly took off his hood, revealing a handsome yet somewhat weathered face and the sharp-eared feature of an Elf.

Abir’s heart tightened suddenly—it really was someone she had once known.

But she still didn’t lower the gun, instead pressed further: “What is your purpose? Do you mean harm to the Empire?”

“I have no ill intentions, nor any desire to be an enemy of the Empire.”

Richard quickly shook his head in denial, attempting cautiously, “My name is Richard, do you… remember this name?”

Abir nodded slightly: “I have some impression, you must be an old acquaintance, I suppose.”

Richard breathed a sigh of relief. The half-elf wanted to say more, but didn’t know where to begin, nor what to say; as if a great swell of words were stuck in his throat, unable to spill forth.

After a moment of consideration, he began somewhat chaotically, “Fifteen years ago, you and I met at a banquet…”

However, Abir interrupted him coldly, “Richard, none of this matters, I don’t want to know these stories, because I am not the Elf you knew.

The icy words seemed to suffocate Richard.

Were all those beautiful memories, those heartfelt promises, now utterly dissipated?

Despair seemed to strangle his throat.