Chapter 44 The End of the Story

Cair Paravel Castle is located on a high hill, in front of it are sand dunes, scattered rocks, and the endless sea.

The castle hall is stunningly beautiful, with an ivory roof and walls decorated with peacock feathers.

At this moment, in the hall, witnessed by countless people, Aslan was solemnly crowning the four kings:

High King Peter, Lord of the Lonely Isles, ruler of Cair Paravel, ruled over all Narnia and all the islands along the coast.

Susan, Queen of Horns, rules over the vast grasslands in the northern part of Archenland's Telmar.

Edmund the Just King, Duke of Lamppost Wildwood, Earl of the West Fens, is in charge of the western wilderness of Narnia.

Lucy, the Valiant Queen, is in charge of Calormene.

…

After the coronation ceremony.

That night, a grand banquet was held at Cair Paravel Castle. Everyone reveled and danced to celebrate this hard-won victory. During the period, gold cups were shining and wine was flowing.

Similarly, the people in the sea, led by the mermaid, responded to the melodious music in the castle with more strange, sweeter and more touching songs.

But the interesting thing is that in this joy, no one noticed that Aslan left quietly. Only Susan and Lucy discovered this, but they did not say anything.

The young Lucy even opened her mouth to Aslan's disappearing back, saying goodbye to him silently.

…

The sun rises from the eastern sea level, which not only heralds the arrival of a new day, but also heralds the beginning of a new chapter in this continent, the splendid and civilized era of the Four Kings.

At the same time, in a valley in northern Narnia.

After Ino simply rinsed his mouth with stream water, he began to pack his luggage.

Because the long-lost throbbing came again, which undoubtedly proved that the story of Narnia was over, and he was about to embark on his return journey.

He rolled up the wool blanket on the floor, sorted the books scattered on the blanket, and then put them into the suitcase one by one.

As for picking the remaining berries, he also did not choose to waste them. After picking a few intact ones and putting them in his pocket, the rest were piled there, as the wood elf's reward for chatting with him these days.

"Huh? Dinner is ready! Little one!" Ino shouted towards the valley.

The wood elf who usually prepared meals on time did not show up, which made him a little confused. At the same time, he also planned to go to the tree where the other party was perching to have a look, which was also a way to say goodbye to the person he was with for the last time.

A few minutes later.

Ino stood quietly next to the small tree where the wood elf lived before.

The original wood elf had long since disappeared, replaced by an ice blue rose.

It was exactly the same as the rose he saw in the White Witch's Garden. The whole flower seemed to be carved from blue crystal, crystal clear like a real luxury product.

The only difference is the blooming level of the two flowers. The one in the garden was in full bloom before, but the one in front of me is on the verge of decline, with several petals drooping down and hanging precariously on the stamens.

"You can always see through the endings of the stories I tell, but you have never doubted whether your life is someone else's story..."

Ino stared at the roses in front of her, talking like a friend chatting.

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After a long time, he turned and left.

When I came back, I had a handful of snow in the valley that had not yet melted.

"I am casual by nature and don't like to be restrained. But I also want to accept your love, but what I can repay is really limited, and that's all."

As he spoke, he carefully spread the snow in his hand under the rhizomes of the roses, as if they were still growing in the frozen garden.

Perhaps it was the vibration of the ground when filling in the snow, or some other reason, but two petals happened to fall on the back of his hand.

Cool, but not cold.

Ino picked up the petals on the ground, put them in the palm of her hand and looked at them carefully.

You must know that in the garden before, due to the majesty of the White Witch, he had only seen this rose from a distance. He only dared to look at it from a distance and not play with it.

Let alone pick up a petal and put it in your hand like now, it is really unthinkable.

"Huh? Melted?"

He obviously picked up two petals, but as soon as he held it in his hand, one of the petals melted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This sudden change really caught people off guard.

After a brief moment of shock, Ino also quickly shook off the other petal in his hand.

Just kidding, he watched helplessly as the petals melted and then slowly merged into his palm. Although the white witch would most likely not harm him, experiencing such a terrifying thing once was enough.

However, there are no petals in his hand at this moment. It is clearly a piece of ice-blue parchment, just like a note. The paper is no bigger than the palm of your hand and is filled with Juanxiu's words.

'This is your reward. Leave Narnia and stop learning your half-hearted tricks. You won't be able to stand on the stage...'

It was only a line of words that caught his eye, but with this familiar tone and confident tone, Ino already knew who it came from.

What just made him a little confused was that the 'reward' mentioned by the white witch was not sure whether it was the reward for telling the story or the reward for sending the snow just now.

But now that he has obtained all the benefits, he no longer worries about the reasons.

"Thank you for your gift, Your Majesty!" Ino thanked him from the bottom of his heart.

Different from his previous reluctance, this time he truly meant his honorific to the White Witch. Although I don’t know the meaning of the other petal, the content recorded on the parchment in my hand is enough to move people.

Because what is written above is all the ice and snow magic of the White Witch, although due to the length of the paper, there are only a few in total.

But each one is very practical, just like the essence condensed after countless quality inspections.

The first of them was the ice arrow that the White Witch once used casually on the sleigh.

It is somewhat similar to HP's Arrow Release Spell, except that this one is made of arrows condensed by ice. The release speed is faster and more powerful, and it can even shoot multiple arrows at the same time.

As for the last few, Ino stopped paying attention to them after looking at them carefully.

After all... just for the content recorded above, it's a blessing that he could barely release it after graduation.

And the other side.

The ice-blue roses that were swaying under the tree just now seemed to have completed some kind of mission. They disappeared without a trace in an instant like snow under the sun.

"See you again this time, princess!"

After that, Ino picked up the suitcase and walked out of the valley without looking back.

…

A lonely figure walked along the path in the valley. Under the slanting sunlight, his shadow was stretched thin and long.

From a distance, it looks like a lamppost carrying a suitcase.

And Ino is like an ordinary bard, coming to a strange land alone to witness the story that happened in this land. After the story is over, he leaves here alone.

Nothing seems to have changed, but everything has.

The harsh winter in Narnia has passed, and spring has arrived as promised.

The story of Narnia comes to an end, but the end often also represents a new beginning.