Thales listened to her words quietly, looked at the ridiculous "Best Not" letter, but found that he couldn't laugh no matter what.

"When I realized this, when I realized that I can stand here only because enough people died in the Year of Blood, and it was purely due to my own luck... It felt like a cage fell from the sky, covering

It blocks my surroundings, blocks my upper limit, and isolates me from the outside world. No matter where I go, all I see is the cage wall, and the world outside the wall that I can never touch."

Miranda gritted her teeth unconsciously.

[I can stand here only because enough people died in the Year of Blood, and it is purely due to my own good luck...]

Thales listened to these words quietly, but his thoughts seemed to travel through time, and he saw the bright star tomb in the Fuxing Palace, and the stone jars and urns one by one.

The room became quiet.

"Or is it like a snare," Thales took over her words after a long silence, with the same deep disappointment in his words, "and no matter how hard you go through the thorns, you are stuck in it and can't extricate yourself?"

Miranda turned to glance at him, seeming a little surprised.

But she nodded slowly:

"Teacher Shatil from the Tower of the End said that this is probably the feeling when the 'Heart of Sword' encounters a bottleneck and stagnates."

"It's not that the world has stagnated, or that life has become worse. In fact, the world is like this, and so is life. It's that your experience is different, your realm has improved, your horizons have opened, and you have seen more, wider, and higher

, something more complex.”

Miranda's eyes were fascinated:

"It's just that some people meet it early, some people meet it late, and some people, luckily and unfortunately, never meet it, or after meeting it, they choose to pretend to be deaf and mute and turn a blind eye."

Thales sighed:

"Heart of Swords, I heard Cohen say something similar, the theory of the End Tower?"

Speaking of their common friends, Miranda chuckled and shook her head.

"So I want to see, I want to try, I want to take a step forward to see if the world is really what she said."

Thales was confused for a moment:

"who?"

Miranda smiled but didn't answer.

But she turned her back to the gloom outside the window.

"I'm not Cohen. He can only hold the torch tightly in the wind and snow, shivering and running his nose, while he muddle-headedly repeats everything that he doesn't know whether it makes sense or not."

"I'm not Raphael either. He deliberately ignored his inner doubts, convinced himself and brainwashed himself. He believed in the deception that 'he will paralyze you before he has a big task', and regarded suffering and asceticism as the way out."

Thales frowned upon hearing this.

"In the face of the severe cold, I am not stupid enough to fight against the wind and snow, but I am not willing to become a slave of the frost."

Miranda narrowed her eyes, the sadness faded away, and she became determined again.

"I will find my own way."

"This is me, this is me, this is Miranda Fucking Allender."

The female swordsman looked at the Duke of Star Lake firmly, and the latter couldn't help but look at him seriously.

"That's what this thing is about."

"I am my own master, the 'Neverwinter Sword' of Broken Dragon Fortress."

The next second, Miranda reached out to pick up the sword leaning against the window edge and put it back on her belt.

"Eagle Soaring Fortress."

Miranda's voice was cold and her eyes were clear:
Chapter completed!