Alice slowly walked up to the main stage, the uproar seemed to be quelled by her appearance. The Red Queen and the White Queen stood on either side of her, graceful and serene. Alice bowed slightly, and passed the glass from the White Queen's hand, with deference and solemnity. As the cheers from the audience died down, the White Queen gently raised her arm to signal the crowd to be quiet. Her eyes are as deep as a lake in the moonlight, cold but with indescribable tenderness.
The White Queen's voice was slow, but it echoed like the wind through the hall, and she spoke in an ancient and mysterious fairyland language, with a certain uncanny power in her voice: "Eliathseruthenanna,verensigraAliceKinsley..." Her speech is like a distant ode, each syllable seems to flow from the depths of fairyland history.
This language contains the magic of fairyland, secret and full of sacred feeling. Her voice rose and fell with the tone of her voice, like water flowing around a stone, smooth but firm: "Sheamaelilunna,veransha'el,elithradialthara..." （ She is a bearer of light, a symbol of courage, and carries us through the darkest nights. ）
These words are both an introduction to the people of the White Queen, and as if to announce to the whole of Wonderland that Alice Kingsley, the veritable champion of Wonderland, is not just a name, but a symbol of the hope and future of countless people. The language of the White Queen echoed in the air, mysterious and solemn, and it seemed that every word touched the hearts of the people of Fairyland.
The crowd broke out into a loud cheer: "ChampionAliceKingsley！ ChampionAliceKingsley！ ChampionAliceKingsley！" The cheers echoed through the palace, like the waves of the sea. All eyes were on Alice as if she were the star of the land.
Standing in the crowd, Tarrant stared intently at Alice onstage, his eyes full of pride and tenderness. And just as he was absorbed in it, the Cheshire Cat suddenly appeared silently behind him. The familiar smile, floating in the air like a moving mist, crept around Tarrant's ear.
"Wow, Mad Hatter, you have an obsessive look in your eye." The Cheshire Cat's voice, with its customary sarcasm, had a drawl, as if it were tasting Tarrant's mood. "You look at her like a real queen. And you?" He floated gently to Tarrant's shoulder, his translucent body suspended in the air, his tail curled gracefully in the air, "She's shining up there, and you're just standing there. What do you think, hatter? Can you keep up with her?"
Tarrant frowned slightly, but did not respond immediately. Despite the Cheshire Cat's jest, his eyes stayed on Alice onstage, as if she were the center of the world. The Cheshire Cat's voice went on echoing, "If you want to dance with her, now is the time. Don't let all of wonderland steal her." The cat's smile still hung in the air, gradually dissipating into a faint smoke.
Alice turned slowly and walked slowly down the main stage with graceful steps. Her every step seemed to be stepping on a soft cloud, and her skirt fluttered gently, as if the air danced with her footsteps. She had just stepped onto the last step when suddenly several young Wonderland residents couldn't wait to get closer to her. A young man in a blue embroidered robe stepped forward quickly and bowed deeply, a little nervous and eager. "Miss Alice, may I have the honor of dancing with you?"
He had just finished, and before Alice could respond, another young man in a silver gown had hurried up from the other side, interrupting eagerly: "I might as well dance with you, Miss Alice. I will not disappoint you."
The air became tense, and more and more young people gathered around her, as if they wanted to seize the opportunity to dance with her. Everyone was full of admiration and respect, eager to show themselves to her. However, as the crowd gathered, the smell of competition spread.
Not to be outdone, a young woman in a white feathered shawl stepped forward gracefully and whispered: "Gentlemen, be polite. Miss Alice would probably prefer to dance with a lady rather than make a difficult choice between you."
Her words aroused the dissatisfaction of several young men, and one of the red-haired youth immediately retorted: "Don't be ridiculous! She had just returned from battle, how could she choose a lady!"
As the words fell, arguments began to break out, some arguing over who was the better dancer, some questioning whether the other person was really worthy of dancing with Alice. The atmosphere in the crowd quickly changed from enthusiastic to slightly anxious, and even two young men approached each other because of an argument, glaring at each other as if they were about to strike.
Alice stood at the foot of the steps, watching the scene with a mixture of embarrassment and resignation. She never imagined that her arrival would lead to such a dispute. She wanted to say something to defuse the situation, but before she could, a light laugh rang out behind her.
"Oh, look here, Mad Hatter," said the Cheshire Cat's voice, again with amusement and a touch of jest, from Tarrant's side, "it seems that our Wonderland champion is really in demand." With so many young suitors, you'd better be careful, or you won't even get a chance to dance."
Tarrant stood there, quietly watching all this. Although his face maintained a calm expression, his heart was already uneasy. His fingers drummed lightly on his coat, his eyes locked on Alice. He frowned slightly at the Cheshire Cat's teasing, but he did not respond, a faint anxiety in his heart that he could not contain.
Just then, Alice suddenly began to laugh. It was as bright as sunshine. She gently raised her hand, motioned for everyone to be quiet, and said in a gentle tone: "Gentlemen, no need to quarrel, today is a day to celebrate, I am happy to dance with you. Still, we still have all night, don't we?"
Her voice was like a breeze, sweeping away the tension. The young men drew back, the eagerness still on their faces, but the noise of the quarrel died down. Alice's eyes swept through the crowd again, as if searching for something.
Just then, Tarrant gave a small cough and finally took his step toward Alice. He moved slowly, as if he had been waiting for this moment. The Cheshire Cat's smile faded behind him, and a faint whisper said, "Oh, looks like our Mad Hatter is finally on the move."