The newcomer was a black-haired young man in a blood-stained military uniform, his handsome face slightly evil, with cold, upturned red eyes at the corners. He raised a large sword with one hand, pointing towards the king’s throat, glancing at his face before shifting to Piping. He smiled almost imperceptibly: “I’m here to collect that debt for her.”
Klovi turned to exchange a glance with Piping, both simultaneously revealing a bitter smile.
But neither avoided confrontation.
Piping slightly bowed: “This world is now yours. We believe you will cherish it.”
The black-haired youth narrowed his eyes, responding: “This has nothing to do with you.”
Two sharp whistles of blades cutting through the air, followed by the dull sound of bodies falling, with blood mist staining the corridor’s fabric.
The youth walked out as slowly and determinedly as he came in. Greeting him were the army’s cheers:
“Long live! Long live our King!”
The Veldya chronicles turned a new page that day, with the young and handsome Karl being crowned king. Legends about him would become countless: young and heroic, skilled in strategy, and strikingly handsome, known as the Hero King.
Karl rose from humble origins, establishing a new era through military achievements, with his major battles remaining known to children dreaming of heroes centuries later.
The little girl interrupted with an angry shriek: “You’re definitely making things up again! Last time you said that duchess killed her own husband, and when I asked my mom, she said you were lying!” The grand scholar coughed, and the children finally quieted down reluctantly. “Alright, story time is over. Let’s continue learning the history of Veldia.” Facing the children’s fallen expressions, the grand scholar smiled helplessly and turned to spread out another large map, “This is the territorial map of the Luminous Era…” The era of Hero King Karl was called the Luminous Era. Where there is light, there must be darkness, but only light is ultimately remembered.
