Chapter 1287: Resolve of Chancellor and King

The seal on the Evil G.o.d Fragments was about to break, and its only a matter of time.

So, what will the Chancellor and king do now? Not like they can keep fighting in this state Or wait, the divine sword wielders are ordered to fight by the G.o.ds. Perhaps thats one of the reasons he pushed himself so hard.

But theres no way he can continue like this, right? I have no clue how strong the king is, but any further mechanization will clearly put his life at risk.

Where are the Red Knights?

Right now, Roza is Guh!

Fran, healing, please!

Nn!

The Chancellors life force was rapidly diminis.h.i.+ng, and our healing magic had no effect.

Chancellor! Hang in there!

I am no longer the Chancellor since my relic has abandoned me

What do you mean?

The Chancellor went on to reveal Raydosss secrets known only to the dukes and a few others. About the countrys origin, the divine swords, and the relics. And finally, about how he couldnt disclose these secrets to anyone because of the contract he accepted upon receiving the relic.

Attempting to break this contract apparently causes intense nausea and unbearable pain. Makes sense, otherwise it would be practically impossible to keep the secret over so many years.

However, most of the divine swords power was currently directed towards the seal on the fragments, thus weakening the restrictions on him.

This allowed the Chancellor to break his binds and share the secret with us, but thats not to say the contract was gone.

The recoil from breaking the contract was already eating away at the Chancellors life. He had very little time left.

Even at the cost of his own life, he chose to entrust everything to Sibylla.

Oi! Chancellor!

Sibylla Please, take care of His Majesty Kareid-sama

The Chancellor tightly grasped Sibyllas hand, earnestly pleading with her. We attempted to invoke Vishnu, but it didnt save him.

Not even this supreme-tier spell could revive someone dying to lifespan. The elderly man took his last breath.

Sibylla grabbed the Chancellors shoulder, but quickly released her hand with a grim expression.

Fran, what is His Majestys condition?

Dunno.

Fran shook her head with a frown.

We had cast Vishnu on both of them to little effect, and I had no clue if we could help him in the first place. Honestly, I found it pretty unlikely theres any way to heal the price paid for using a divine sword. The boy remained unconscious despite our best attempts to heal him with divine energy.

All we could do was lay the young king down inside Jeans carriage, as Fran and the others discussed their future actions outside. The subject was whether or not to charge into the fiend-infested city.

There was clearly no longer any way to stop the revival of the fragments. In which case, we didnt need to rush head-first into enemy territory.

However, a surge of mana from within the carriage suddenly interrupted the discussion. This was immediately followed by a huge magic circle appearing on the ground next to it.

A similarly huge figure rose up from within the circle.

Another droid. That said, the intricate design details and imposing presence made it seem more impressive than any of the other droids weve seen thus far.

As we stood astonished, the mech extended its ma.s.sive arms towards the carriage.

Wha! My carriage!

More importantly, His Majesty!

Before we could react, the giants silver arm pierced through the roof of the carriage, pulling out the young king of Raydoss in its grasp.

That said, this was not any sort of attack. After all, the boy was now awake and showed no sign of resistance.

Your Majesty! What is this!?

Sibylla and Madred? What in the world is?

It seems our young king had no clue what was going on either. He probably hastily summoned the mech upon seeing the ominous interior of the undead carriage.

Well, that cant be helped. I can say with certainty that I would panic if I woke up in that thing.

This is No, Roza! Roza and the others are in danger!

Your Majesty! Please wait! Its too dangerous to fight! The Chancellor said your body wont handle it anymore! Leave everything to us, please, before its too late!

Sibyllas shouts were filled with desperation, but I didnt sense much loyalty in her words. Makes sense, considering he had only recently become king, and Sibylla was always closer to the people than the government.

However, she couldnt help but stop a dying child from pus.h.i.+ng himself to fight.

In response to Sibyllas words, the young king gently stroked his hand across his own mechanized body. His metal skin was crawling with pipes and tubes, likely returning a cold, hard sensation to the boys fingers. But surprisingly, he responded with a quiet smile.

Too late, you say. I dont mind one bit.

The young king looked at Sibylla with determination. His face was br.i.m.m.i.n.g with resolve.

I am the king, albeit a poor one that hardly received a proper education But none of that changes the fact that I am the king. After accepting the crown, I cant simply push everything onto my subjects and run away. Moreover, I have the power to fight.

Sibylla could not find the words to argue with the young kings declaration. This had nothing to do with his aura or pressure.

This young king was undeniably a king, and the determination in his words was enough to overwhelm Sibylla, his subject.

There were countless excuses he could have used to run: Im only a child, No one has any faith or loyalty for me, or Im already on the verge of death.

But the young king was willing to face this peril, all because of his dignity as king. Among the people of Raydoss I had seen so far, he seemed by far the most n.o.ble. Was this why Chariot chose him?

The boy didnt become king because he was chosen by Chariot; he was chosen by the divine sword because he was fit to be king.

Still, there was no denying that he was a child. It was the job of adults to protect him, yet Sibylla and Madred simply fell down on one knee.

It was as if they were compelled by the Raydossian blood flowing through their veins, responding instantly to the kings words.

Let us accompany you.

I will follow.

Then, Fran stepped forward and spoke up.

Im going to.

Fran?

I want to help.

Fran had only met the young king of Raydoss today, and she seemed to feel some strange empathy with his determination. Amanda and I didnt even have a chance to stop her.

The young king made eye contact with Fran, returning a confident smile to the girl he had never seen before.

Though I do not know your ident.i.ty, I appreciate your a.s.sistance! What is your name?

Fran.

Im Kareid, the king of this country. Come along!

Nn!

The young king Kareid climbed into the c.o.c.kpit through the mechs arm.

There is an outpost up ahead, where the Red Knights are in danger! We head to their aid!

The mech dashed off and our group followed. Amanda still seemed unable to fully comprehend the situation, but she followed Frans lead for now.

I took this time to observe the mech again. It definitely contained more power than any of the droids weve seen so far. According to Sibylla, this was the so-called Warmech piloted exclusively by the king. Its likely that only the wielder of Chariot can use it.

The Warmech smoothly glided through the forest using the rollers on its feet, and we soon saw a fortress-like structure coming into view. That must be the outpost the young king mentioned.

Knights in red armor were fighting fiends all over the place. I could also sense several fiends inside, indicating that it was only a matter of time before the outpost fell.

Well back up the Red Knights. Fran, you follow His Majesty!

Got it!

Although the Red Knights seemed somewhat confused at first, the appearance of Sibylla and Madred elicited many cheers.

This army appeared to be a gathering of various Red Knight divisions. The two captains were immediately welcomed by the other knights, so we can leave the rest to them.

Urus.h.i.+! Back up Sibylla and thin out the fiends!

Woof!

The Warmech shot down fiends with shoulder-mounted guns, before slipping past the Red Knights and jumping onto the roof of the outpost.

There was no hesitation in the kings movements, meaning he had a thorough understanding of the situation inside. Perhaps he had scanned the inside of the building somehow.

The Warmech struck the roof with its fist, creating a crack. Then, it swung down its foot on that same part, breaking the roof and falling through. We hurriedly followed.

Two incredibly powerful fiends in there.

Thats the captain with the red mist!

Oh yeah, Roza!

It seems the young king rushed ahead in order to save her.

I saw the Warmech slam its fist on the left fiend as it fell.

In that case, well take care of the one on the right!

Nn!

The dense cloak of evil energy shrouded its appearance, but it was probably just a higher tier orc. That said, the buff from this aura was boosting it to Threat Level C or higher.

Even this powerful fiend was distracted by the Warmechs sudden appearance. It paid zero attention to us.

Fran took advantage of that instant to strike.

All it took was a slash infused with black lightning, and the orcs head got cleaved off. Fran then spoke to the stunned Roza.

You okay?