Chapter 518

In the dream, there was an ancient and picturesque long street, and the long road seemed endless. All that could be heard was the deafening sound of drums, and a man who was wearing armor and riding a spirited horse appeared.

There was a two to three-centimetre-long scar on his face. Gloom enveloped him, and he exuded an extremely cold aura.

He was keeping his distance and keeping strangers away, but there were countless people on both sides of the street.

Harmonia saw him in the crowd.

Brother?

She kept calling him ‘Brother’ over and over again, but it was as if he couldn't hear her at all.

There was a long army behind him, and the sound of wheels rolling echoed. Each time the wheels rolled, it felt as if it was rolling on her heart.

A body wrapped in a grass mat lay on the wooden board.

A gust of wind swept through, but the grass mat remained unmoved, showing the level of respect toward the body.

However, a corner of the grass mat was blown open.

She saw a string of redwoo