I Will Be The Crowned King

The Royal Court of Iser, the West Gate, the suburban woods.

One-fifteen in the morning.

Under the starry sky dyed red by the cannon flames, Anson and Louis stood by a bonfire and looked at the burning royal court of Iser.

The silent elf girl turned her back to the two of them, hiding in the woods wearing an iris cloak.

At the last second when Anson was about to be caught up by Chanis, Freya, who had awakened her talent for magic, smashed the entire corridor and buried the Inquisitor alive in the darkness.

With the strength of an elf girl, she could of course take a **** who shot herself six times in a row—two of which were still in the face—to be blasted to coke and buried alive, and it might even be easier to do so. .

But at the last moment, she stayed.

And in order to cover up the traces left by the battle and the activities of the casters, they also carefully "cooperated" with the indiscriminate bombing of the Knights of Judgment, destroying all the urban areas along the underground passage.

So a guy who was almost cooked can now stand on the outskirts, looking at the city in flames and the rising fireworks, enjoying the beauty of life.

"So... are you really an old god?" Louis, who turned his head, asked in disbelief.

Even though he had seen it with his own eyes, he still couldn't believe that Anson, who was already a spellcaster, had not lost his bloodline power, and was still a talented person with the power of "Holy Grail Knight".

"That's right." An Sen smiled bitterly, and at this point he had nothing to hide: "It was very early... Probably before Thunder Castle, it was already."

"Forced?" The young knight frowned slightly, still not seeming to believe it.

"Not exactly." Anson shrugged lightly: "To a certain extent... I should be voluntary."

"why?!"

"Because of need." Anson calmly looked at the shocked Louis:

"We only had thirty days... If we can't capture Thunder Fort within thirty days, the entire expedition will be over."

"The army of the Empire... You are very powerful. If it weren't for the heavy rain that night, we would have no chance of winning by attacking from the front. In order to defeat you, I need as many cards as possible - even if it may not work in the end."

"Just for this reason?" Louie's eyes were full of shock:

"Just for a dispensable trump card, you are willing to give up your status as a gifted person and become one...one...one...one..."

The young knight who suddenly thought of something suddenly shuddered, his excited tone stuttered.

The elf girl hiding in the woods turned around at some point and looked at Louis' back with resentful eyes.

Looking at Louis, who was so embarrassed that his face was blushing, and there was a bit of self-reproach in his eyes, Anson's mouth turned up involuntarily;

So he straightened up immediately, and said solemnly to Louis in a magnetic military tone:

"Exactly."

"For me, surviving is always the first priority, followed by whether I can successfully complete my mission, and then whether I can reduce casualties and losses as much as possible while succeeding, and try to avoid unnecessary battles and casualties. , achieve the goal with the least cost.”

"As for the power of the old gods and blood, or things like 'doing or not being human', it was not in my consideration from the beginning - even if it can only increase the success rate by 1%, even if it is not used in the end With this trump card, I will do it without hesitation.”

"Because I know very well, even if I convert to the old gods, become a spellcaster, get in touch with the old gods organization, and even be forced to participate in their so-called 'big plan', it will not change that I am a devout believer in the ring of order. This objective fact."

Anson was serious, and even very religiously drew a sign of the Ring of Order in front of him.

Louis, who nodded slightly, looked at him with a very strange expression.

"that……"

"Oh, what's wrong?"

Anson raised his eyebrows.

"It's nothing, it's just..." Louis paused, and whispered as if embarrassed:

"It's your action just now... it seems to be drawn backwards."

Anson Bach: "...Is it the other way around?"

"It's the other way around." Louis nodded and said with certainty:

"What you just drew is the ring of primordial... the symbol of the three old gods."

The two looked at each other without saying a word, and their expressions seemed to be a little awkward.

The elf girl in the woods snorted softly and turned to the airship slowly fluttering in the sky.

"...Forget it, that's not the point."

After a full minute, Anson was the first to break the silence: "Actions are all formal, what matters is inner piety - even if I have to become a spellcaster, it can't stop my belief in the Ring of Order! "

Sounds like that's right, but... but didn't you just say it was voluntary?

Resisting the urge to ask back, Louis, whose face was reddish, nodded slightly in agreement.

Although he couldn't accept it from the bottom of his heart.

As the inheritor of the power of the bloodline of the "Sea Knight", the second-in-line heir to the Duchy of Adelaide—now the first—Louis Bernard was instilled in his childhood, telling him that the power of the bloodline is How sacred, how important is the identity of the talent and knight.

The reason why the world I live in is what it is now is precisely because generations of noble knights have stepped forward to defend all this hard-won stability with blood and honor.

The seven knights and the three evil gods a thousand years ago, the emperor and the church a hundred years ago... The knights sheltered the world, led the world, and used blood to maintain the inheritance, saving the whole world from disaster and pain.

Without knights, the faith will lose its maintenance; the people will lose their leaders, and once again fall into the abyss of **** ruled by the three old gods thousands of years ago...

This is the "world of order" in the eyes of Louis Bernard, a world led by knights, sheltered by knights, and inherited by knights.

Although the experience of growing up has made this extremely simple "worldview" a little more complicated, especially he found that many knights with the power of blood cannot lead by example, and some civilians who did not become the hope of the talent, but have more noble character.

Strength and bloodline do not lead to a sublime moral level that is impeccable.

But this little change can't reverse his "inherent thinking" - the power of blood. It is not only a power, but also inheritance and responsibility. It is the most fundamental symbol that distinguishes the ordinary from the extraordinary, leaders and followers.

Therefore, Anson's pragmatic thinking of "whatever it is useful to do" completely surprised him.

What shocked him even more was that deep in his heart, he seemed to feel that... maybe he was right.

If the power of blood is justice and magic is evil, then Freya... and even the entire Iser elves should be completely slaughtered. Only humans are worthy to rule the world-because the power of blood is unique to humans.

Even further, if the gifted person is a noble existence, and the caster is an unforgivable sinner, how should a person like Ansen Bach who has two powers at the same time determine his identity?

Of course, on a certain level, Anson Bach's bottomless, astonishingly bad practices and flexible moral concepts sounded in line with the image of the Old Gods in his mind.

"You should go."

Just when Louis was caught in a contradictory spiral, Anson suddenly interrupted: "You must leave before the battle is over, otherwise if the ruling knights find something, it will be too late."

As a symbol of ending the insurrection of the old gods of the Iser elves, the Knights of Judgment could never turn a blind eye to Freya Mosesfield, the titular head of the Thirteenth Council.

Once aware of the problem, Anson has no doubt that they will blow up the royal court that has been blown into ruins again in order to find a strand of Freya's hair.

"Are you sure?" Louis frowned slightly: "If I disappear, will they trouble you?"

"Trouble? Don't worry, the Knights of Judgment will not find a duchy heir at such a time..."

"I'm not talking about the Knights of Judgment?"

"Huh? Then you mean..."

"The Clovis... your bosses." Louis said with some difficulty.

As the heir of Adelaide, Louis Bernard is very aware of his "price"; if a prisoner of his level disappears mysteriously, it will affect Anson's career...

"This is not something you should worry about." Anson interrupted softly and patted Louis on the shoulder:

"Let's go, it's really too late if you don't go."

He is quite confident about this matter - there is a ruling that the Knights have broken their promises first. Compared with the annihilation of the Royal Court of Iser and the Thirteenth Council, which were burnt to the ground, a small "hostage disappearance" is a huge threat to the Privy Council. And the army is not a problem at all.

The Church of Order decided to break the promise made after the second public order meeting in the forty-seventh year of the saint's calendar and forcefully interfere in the internal affairs of the nations. This is the real big problem.

"Remember, go directly to Antler Fortress, don't make any stops after getting the carriage, go directly to the border of Clovis, go to North Harbor or other directions that are less likely to attract attention, and leave the country, and return to Adland."

"Thank you, Anson."

His voice was so soft that if the two of them weren't so close, they couldn't hear it at all.

"No thanks, we are friends; more importantly, because I promised you." Anson shrugged and smiled nonchalantly:

"A devout Ring of Order believer should live up to his word, do you think so?"

Louis nodded slightly, feeling so complicated that he didn't even know how to answer him.

The elf girl in the woods stood up slowly and snuggled silently behind the young knight, but her scarlet eyes were still fixed on a **** who had shot him six times.

"You are a good person." Freya said seriously:

"But if we meet again next time, I will definitely kill you."

"Then pray we never meet again." With a chuckle, Anson waved at her.

Under the gaze of the young knight, the elf girl reluctantly waved at him.

The next second, Anson turned around, turned his back to the knight and the elf girl, and walked towards the storm division camp not far away.

Just as he was about to leave, a shout came from behind him.

"Anson!"

Looking at his leaving back, Louis suddenly raised his head hesitantly, his expression extremely heavy:

"That day... the first person who rushed into the hall of the inner castle in Thunder Fort that day was you, right?!"

Anson, who was stopped, didn't look back, just stopped.

But Louis, who had not released the power of the bloodline, still keenly noticed that his heartbeat was accelerating, and the muscles on the side of his cheek were obviously unnatural.

Louie's heart sank suddenly, and the courage that he finally showed up began to hesitate again.

But he still mustered up his courage - not just because he wanted to know the truth, but because this might be the last time the two met.

If you don't ask, you'll never have a chance.

"That day... that night at Thunder Castle..." Louis's voice trembled slightly, but he still held back and said:

"What on earth happened?!"

Anson paused slightly.

After a few seconds, Anson slowly turned his head and looked at Louis, whose pupils were trembling so nervously.

"That night, we took advantage of the Emperor... while Kroger Bernard and his army were unprepared~www.wuxiaspot.com~ while the rainstorm gave up the raid on the city wall." Anson said solemnly:

"Fifteen minutes to conquer the city gate, 30 minutes to attack the city wall; one hour after the battle, all the large artillery batteries were occupied or destroyed; those of you who were holding on to the fortress were attacked by the follow-up troops into the inner fort because of the shortage of ammunition."

"The first person to rush in was me; the one who was there was Kroger Bernard."

The elf girl slowly raised her head, and she could feel the knight beside her trembling slightly.

"Then...then when you rushed in, Grog...my brother...he..." Louie's breathing suddenly began to quicken:

"Was he still..."

"Yes!"

Before he could finish speaking, Anson stole it directly and said, "Your brother... Sir Grog Bernard, is a real knight!"

"I admit that without the power of incantation, I would not be his opponent at all with the power of blood and swordsmanship - of course, even with the power of incantation, I'm still not his opponent."

"He lost because he and his army ran out of ammunition and food on the day of the war. Even if we didn't attack, he couldn't last for more than four days, and I wasn't the only one who rushed in."

"But he almost won—even though he was at an extreme disadvantage, he still nearly turned the tables countless times, fighting desperately to the last moment; even if he lost consciousness, even if his heart stopped beating... He still didn't let go of the big sword in his hand. "

"Kroger Bernard...he's a knight more than anyone!"

"No matter what others say, as his opponent, at least I think so!"

Louis was slightly startled.

When the voice fell, Anson immediately turned his head and walked towards the storm division camp without giving him another look.