Walking through the long corridor,
the two of them entered the hall at the end.
It was a vast hall, with a giant golden statue placed in the center.
The golden statue depicted a kindly and benevolent elder.
Holding a book, his gaze looked into the distance.
For some reason,
the seemingly simple and unadorned statue made Princess Sarah feel enveloped by a sacred radiance.
"This is the statue of our ancestor from years past, and all of the ancestral legacy, the core inheritance of the Plantis royal bloodline, is right here..."
The old king stepped forward,
and took down the Golden Book that the statue was holding,
his steps faltering,
his complexion increasingly ashen,
as if the fleeting vitality was about to be exhausted.
