Now, nine years had passed. The King, who was thirty-six back then, was now forty-five, and due to overexertion, he had grown graying hair. His eyes were deeply sunken, making him look as though he were in his fifties.
After Gray perished in the Second Year of the Silver Moon, none of the human lords on the Keltos Continent had a good day. Whether they stood firmly by the White Bone Holy Light Court or leaned towards Heaven or Hell, it was the same.
As for Yilin...
When she first met Gray, she was merely a seventeen-year-old, an obscure, tender girl who took up arms against the old King to smoothly inherit the title, even resolutely prepared for death at one point.
Nine years later, she was now twenty-six, a highly esteemed Duke Beisher on the continent. Fortunately, probably because her territory wasn't vast and she was still young, her face showed few obvious marks of time, only a slight maturity. Of course, *the weariness in her eyes was palpable.*
