Chapter 541: Dawn (Part 2)
The pure white, bright short sword pierced the King’s chest in Filirya’s hand.
The Light Demonic Power that once shook deities dissolved without any obstruction between the piercing blade edge, an infinite coldness spreading throughout his body along the path through his chest, as if all his blood was solidifying, his heartbeat ceasing within the piercing sword blade, and his thoughts freezing in powerlessness.
—And then, a scorching heat, burning and devouring his power, destroying his body.
Grand pronouncements and brilliant prospects solidified in his mind, then shattered with a boom. Lancaster didn’t even have time to feel shock or rage; only a question remained in his mind.
Even though Filirya was a legend, why was it so easy to pierce his chest with a dagger… and what kind of weapon could penetrate physical defenses comparable to deities?
His dimming vision fell, and Lancaster saw the girl’s jade hand tightly grasping the pure white dagger that pierced his chest, a faint luminescence spilling from its immaculate color.
In a trance, Lancaster seemed to feel the brilliance of the Sacred Sword.
The sound of a slight, delicate footstep echoed in his dimming vision.
“Your Highness, Princess. This is our first meeting in a hundred years…”
A seemingly gentle laugh. Despite her injury and weakness, the girl’s voice remained melodious and elegant: “The last time, perhaps it was before the Demon Race War, when Brother Lot and you came to the Sacred City together.”
“Lot…”
The silver-haired princess slightly raised her pupils. The girl, whom she had once looked upon in the black-haired young man’s embrace, appearing even more delicate and beautiful than she was back then, was no longer in the sky.
Filirya shook her head and smiled gracefully, “I am no longer who I was. And I think Brother Lot, she… is unwilling to return to me.”
Elise watched impassively. She shifted her gaze and saw the Sacred Sword King, pierced through the chest by the pure white dagger, yet struggling, unwilling to die completely:
Her clear gaze was chilling, and the pure white Saintess’s jade lips parted:
“Back then, in Aizeliasia, Brother Lot was killed in the same manner, and a hundred years later, he ruled the lands of Peka Kingdom.”
“Now, he is about to die, but these hundred years, the Royalists promoted by Lancaster, loyal to the King… and even their admirers throughout the world?”
“The Star God of the ‘Fate’ Black Sword is enough to make them bow their heads, and the Church’s Knights, I will command in the name of Light and the Queen.”
Filirya looked at the tall man in her embrace. For these hundred years, he had been the legitimate King of this land, and even a hero who saved the world… The silver-haired young girl raised her eyes:
“And the Sacred Sword King, Your Majesty… was killed in the night by an invader from the Abyss.”
Elisa’s cheeks showed a smile of agreement, and she nodded gently.
Filirya pulled the dagger out of the King’s chest with her wrist. It was as if the entire world fell silent at that moment, and then the Sacred Sword King’s tall figure fell to the ground, engulfed by light.
For a hundred years, the invincible Sacred Sword King, who suppressed the world’s unrest, died completely at the blade of another girl, the blade of vengeance.
The sky shed the dawn’s sunlight, and the gentle light of dawn decorated the city of “Fleur-de-lis,” a city burning with blood and fire. Clear light illuminated the top of the castle, and the slender figures of the two girls seemed to converge.
Light poured onto the earth, accompanied by the arrival of dawn, seeming to signify the complete end of an era.
…
Dawnlight spilled across the land, spreading the news of the Sacred Sword King’s demise to every corner of the human world, and even to the Orcs in the deserts and the Elves in the Great Seclusion.
Undoubtedly, the fall of Lancaster, who had been the Hero of the Sacred Sword, the most brilliant hero, and the strongest on the continent for a hundred years, would shake the entire world’s structure.
Whether it was the shock and sorrow of admirers for the monarch’s death, or the quiet joy in the hearts of ambitious people in the shadows, the sunlight of dawn silently narrated the fact of the Sacred Sword King’s death, who had suppressed the entire continent for a hundred years.
At the convergence point of some lights, the pure white arched roof of the Holy See Palace, its sacred gold trim reflected dazzling radiance. Beneath the glass dome ceiling, various murals and commandments carved with gold patterns on the white obsidian wall were displayed in the morning light.
Sacred bells rang and echoed, and in the church enveloped by the radiance of gold and white, a sacred aura that even sinners dared not profane even a little.
The Pope, wearing a triple holy crown, holding the staff of the God of Light, and clad in white divine robes, prayed before the stone wall. In the night when the light had hidden, the Pope stood there for a day and a night.
Intense light filled the hall of the Holy See. Suddenly, a white Holy Armor Knight entered from the side door and came behind the Pope, who was standing with his back to them, and respectfully bowed:
“Your Excellency of the Holy See, His Majesty the King of Peka passed away in his royal city.”
“I have already seen it.”
Came the Pope’s voice, not aged as one might imagine, but the voice of a middle-aged man filled with holy light and peace.
And beyond the holy light, a wisdom unmatched in the world was also revealed, as if merely by hearing it, one could discern any difficulty.
Then, the Pope turned. Undoubtedly, a hundred years had left their mark on his form, transforming him from the most talented “Priest” on the continent, Veen, into the Pope who taught the world according to the dogma of holy light.
The divine robes of light seemed to burn with divine radiance, and on Veen’s face, a pair of pupils remained as clear as ever, as if they could discern the hidden secrets of the entire world.
The Pope handed the staff of the God of Light to the Holy Armor Knight who followed him, facing the morning sunlight.
“Lancaster has always been the strongest among us. And, regardless of his original intentions, as the King of Peka and the Hero of the Sacred Sword, he has indeed suppressed all uneasy existence on the continent for a hundred years.”
“Your meaning, Your Holiness…”
“It is just as you think.”
The Pope turned and smiled, “Even though the holy light grants me true vision of wisdom, it cannot see through fate…”
“However, Lancaster’s fall is enough to cause those uneasy existences to stir up waves again… moreover, perhaps, the entire world’s structure will change again because of this.”
The Holy Armor Knight’s heart trembled. Indeed, he thought the same, but the same words spoken by the Pope of the Holy See carried a completely different weight.
“Then, for the Peka Kingdom… and the Church of Peka?”
“There lies the power that caused Lancaster to fall. Even the holy light may not be able to shine again. Perhaps, we only need to wait to bless the new Queen, and maybe… that Queen might take the initiative to have the holy light crown her.”
The Pope’s smiling voice startled the Knight.
The Pope of the Holy See of the Light Vatican did not pay attention to the surprise in the Knight’s eyes. He looked outside the Vatican, at the dawn that would bring light to the entire continent as the radiance spread.
However, the Pope’s gaze fell on Lichen, the heart of Peka Kingdom, thousands of miles away. Under the fallen light and the dawning morning, the slender shadows of two familiar girls seemed to converge.
“However, one Peka Kingdom, I wonder how many crowns it will need?”
The Pope’s thoughtful voice melted into the light.
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End of Volume Three.
Actually, I’m not very satisfied with the final wrap-up… Perhaps it’s because I wrote too much combat before, and I got tired, resulting in the emotional tone of Filirya backstabbing Lancaster not being able to be pushed up.
But at least the Kingdom volume is over, half a month later than I thought…
