At the end of the day, women are all emotional creatures.
What’s more, she already had quite a good impression of the subordinate who had saved her life and been with her daily.
And at this moment, these positive feelings and a certain suspicion in her heart faintly matched, under the shining radiance of the Holy Spirit Tree, making Hillena confused about the illusion and reality.
Gazing at the blonde boy mingling with the towering giant tree in front of her, recalling the contents of the ancient prophecy, that suspicion seemed to gradually become reality.
The boy before her, her subordinate Xiya Asolan, is the Savior Brave foretold in the prophecy.
But... how is that possible?
Just when Hillena was still immersed in shock and confusion, the next moment, the boy suddenly made an action she could never have imagined.
"For a hundred thousand years, I have been waiting for this moment."
He knelt on one knee before the woman in front of him.
At the same time, the Holy Spirit Tree’s branches and leaves suddenly burst into thousands of golden light spots, pouring down like a shattered galaxy, each particle drawing tiny light trails in the night sky, weaving into a flowing golden veil, enveloping the two in this dreamlike starry rain.
The scene before her left Hillena stupefied, such a picture she had only seen in novels was exclusive treatment for male and female protagonists.
Divine Ancestor Xiya indeed lives up to the stallion protagonist in the original work, appearing at ease in such moments.
He raised his right hand, a ring embedded with a blood-red gem emerged quietly in his palm, the ring entwined with intricate golden threads, shimmering with mysterious halos under the moonlight.
You, you, are you crazy?!
Upon realizing the actions of the boy in front of her, Hillena’s brain instantly broke down.
Moments later, a unique blush subtly spread from her cheeks to behind her ears.
In the past over twenty years, as a member of the Royal Family, she adhered to court etiquette without any romance, let alone any contact with males of the same age, which was rare indeed.
So this sudden bold move did catch her off guard.
Clearly, before this, the relationship between her and Xiya was just between superior and subordinate, even if somewhat ambiguous, far from reaching the level of love.
Yet for some unknown reason, at this moment, a ripple of emotion surfaced in Hillena’s heart, something seemed to be subtly budding in the depths of consciousness.
On reflection, isn’t this the perfect love between a knight and a princess she had always hoped and fantasized about?
Hillena’s heart was thoroughly confused.
She did not know her true inner thoughts, subconsciously clutching her slender fingers.
On the other side, witnessing Hillena’s reaction, Divine Ancestor Xiya was not surprised.
After all, speaking from this time point, the relationship between himself and his future wife indeed had not yet advanced to that extent.
Of course, this did not count as a problem for him at all.
Divine Ancestor Xiya’s eyes flashed with golden light, and the Holy Spirit Tree beside him suddenly erupted with breathtaking brilliance. Thousands of starlights surged into Hillena’s mind, and fragments of distant future memories detonated in the depths of her consciousness—
On a night of torrential rain, Divine Ancestor Xiya built a shield for her with his cloak, rainwater dripped down from his golden hair onto her trembling eyelashes; on the battlefield of gods littered with corpses, his blood-stained fingers caressed her bloodstained hair tips, while behind him were the burning bones of the divine...
And those tender whispers hidden deep in her memories, at this moment, rolled like waves, continuously impacting her cognition in Hillena’s mind.
"By the Holy Spirit Tree as witness, by the blood of the gods as oath," Xiya slightly looked up, his gaze meeting Hillena’s, "Will you become my bride?"
Upon hearing these words, Hillena’s delicate body trembled lightly.
Upon regaining her senses, she found that her left hand had unconsciously risen, slowly extending towards the blonde boy.
At this moment, the ring in the palm of Divine Ancestor Xiya suddenly blossomed with brilliant light.
Transparent petals gradually unfolded under the moonlight, each radiating starlike halos, reflecting the silver mark faintly visible on Hillena’s collarbone.
Warm light brushed like a spring breeze, stirring ripples in her heart, as if thousands of starlights flowed through her veins, finally transforming into a gentle sigh in her heart.
The ring embedded with a blood-red gem smoothly slipped onto Hillena’s left ring finger.
According to the traditional customs of the Saint Laurent Empire, for a woman to wear a ring on the left ring finger signifies acceptance of the marriage proposal.
The atmosphere was easily pushed to the climax by Divine Ancestor Xiya, and the ambiguity between the two reached its peak.
Divine Ancestor Xiya naturally stood up, wishing to embrace Hillena, who had already become his fiancée.
But before he could do so, a flash of irritation appeared in his eyes, which then dimmed.
Just as everything was about to reach the final moment, the damn descent limit was finally reached.
As the last strand of consciousness slowly stripped from this body, Divine Ancestor Xiya returned to where he was in a hundred thousand years later.
The aura of the Holy Spirit Tree gradually dissipated, the boy’s stretched arm suddenly froze in midair, the divine radiance faded away like a tide, and Xiya’s body uncontrollably leaned forward, falling heavily onto the flower-covered ground.