"Who am I?"
This question made Brando flinch.
Was it Sophie or Brando? Was it Count Tónigel or the descendant of the Sword Saint Darius? Was it the hero of the people of Erouine or the savior chosen by Martha? Was it the Fool or the King?
Among these many identities, which one truly belonged to him?
Brando looked at the tall Holy White Stone intently. The afternoon sun shone on him. Time was like flowing sand, and the sun also changed its light. The shadows on the stone wall also became vivid, like pictures, engraved with unpredictable time.
It was a hero who broke the sky.
A king was taking off his crown.
It was the twilight of a sage.
The belief of an idealist.
Four shadows overlapped with each other.
Like changing light, they finally converged on a person.
Brando stood silently in front of the stone tablet. Like layers of light feathers, they converged behind him, and finally turned into nothing.
Everyone looked at this scene and looked at each other. What did the crisscrossing light and shadow on the stone tablet mean? Was it an illusion, or a revelation? Who was this young man, and how could he cause such a strange scene?
Among the crowd, only Tuman's eyes were certain, and he nodded slightly. It was a calmness known as wisdom and foresight. It was as if the fog of the future no longer turned into heavy curtains. The flame of wisdom split a path of blood and fire from the thorns of darkness. Because he had seen the last light of dawn, he was no longer afraid and confused.
Brendel felt something in his heart and turned around. One pair of eyes was young, the other pair was old. One was a student, and the other was a teacher. The young one was introverted and aggressive, while the old one was calm and composed. A thousand years of time at this moment was like a torch passed down from generation to generation. The new and the old converged with each other.
Brando nodded to the old man.
He did not dare to thank him for teaching him.
Perhaps these were the two ends of history. Everyone who bore the responsibility would not choose to let others do it.
All the illusions disappeared, and even the rings retracted their radiance. Each and every one of them returned to their original appearance in the hands of their owners. But everyone had already forgotten all of this, because Brando silently turned around and looked at everyone.
Who am I?
Now, there was an answer to this question. He looked at the lion-man with clear eyes.
"I'm Brando."
The scene was completely silent.
One person's aura overwhelmed everything else.
It took a while for the young lion to react, but its weakness made it a little embarrassed. It spat in a low voice, "Brando? I know, you're the leader of the Tónigel people, Erouine's so-called hero? "
"Teacher is not a so-called hero, but a real hero!" Haruz was the first to stand up, glaring at the lion-man.
"That's just Erouine's hero." The lion-man shook his head, "This is the seat of the king, what right does he have to stand here?"
"Is he not the king?" Princess Magadal's soft voice interrupted, "Did you not see everything on the stone tablet?"
The young lion-man took a step back. It did not expect that no one would support it. Even the Bugas and Silver Elves did not stop all of this from happening. But its unyielding nature made it unwilling to give up, and it said loudly, "Then please tell me, is this lord the king of that place?"
The question echoed in the hall.
The Nun Princess hesitated and closed her mouth.
Aloz was so angry that she was about to go on a rampage. However, Fu Luofa quickly grabbed her arm and shook her head.
"Let me go, Fu Luofa, I'll teach that arrogant little lion a lesson!"
"You want to mess up the Alliance, Aloz?"
"Ahhhhh!" The young female dragon screamed in anger.
Beside Brando, Vahina also anxiously looked at Delfien in the crowd, but the prime minister's daughter did not mind at all and smiled, signaling her to calm down. But how could this poor girl calm down when her sweetheart was questioned? She was so anxious that she stomped her feet and even complained to her best friend.
The lion-man thought that he had succeeded and smiled triumphantly. He said proudly to Brando, "Then, sir, please go to the back and do not disturb the order of the meeting."
Brando glanced at him.
A voice had already answered, "I'm afraid he's not going anywhere, Prince Nair Fisher." It was the soft, calm voice of the prime minister's daughter, with a sense of wisdom in her words.
"Why?" The young lion-man turned around and looked at Delfien with dissatisfaction, "Don't you understand what I mean, woman?"
"Of course I understand what you mean, Your Highness, but I think you don't understand what I mean, because His Majesty belongs here."
"His Majesty?" Nair Fisher chuckled, "What a good His Majesty. Then, miss, can you tell me, where is this gentleman's King?"
"He is the King here."
Another voice replied coldly.
Brando turned around and looked at the crowd in surprise.
Nair Fisher could not find the source of the voice for a while, but he did not need to find out, and replied proudly, "The King here? Is it the King of this wilderness? Or the King of Saint-ausol? "
The Wind Elves stood up together and glared at him.
The young lion-man prince knew that he had misspoken and hurriedly made an apologetic gesture to the Wind Elves. But he did not intend to let Brando go. Instead, he looked in the direction of Cruz.
But the firm voice continued, "Because this is neither Manketor nor Saint-ausol."
"That's funny." Nair Fisher was a little annoyed by the secretive voice. "Then where is this place? Don't tell me we don't know where we are?"
Two or three chuckles came from the crowd.
Delfien looked in that direction and also chuckled. Her smile was indifferent and proud, "Your Highness, of course you know where you are. You just didn't realize it at the moment. Our world, isn't it called Wohnde?"
"King of Wohnde?"
Nair Fisher showed an exaggerated expression and laughed, "How come I didn't know there was such a title in this world —"
But suddenly, he could not laugh anymore.
Because the lion-man prince saw that this time, it was Cruz's turn to stand up and look at him with a gloomy expression. At that moment, Nair Fisher suddenly remembered that there was such a title in this world.
It was the King of Kings, the King of Kings —
But it only once belonged to one person.
That man was called Gretel, a young man from the Great Plains. He was a sage of the Kirrlutz people, the first master of the Holy Sword Oderfeiss, but he was also the Flame King, the leader of the Sacred Alliance.
So, only the rustling of the wind and the leaves of the grass could be heard.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Brando. For the first time, people felt that the hilt of the sword behind him that reflected the sunlight was shining a little brightly.
Brando also finally noticed that something was wrong. The answer Delfien gave him seemed to be a little unusual. Under everyone's gaze, he turned around to look for the prime minister's daughter, but the latter was hiding in the crowd with a bright smile, like a little devil who had succeeded in her scheme.
This was a scene she wanted to see so much.
The crowd suddenly parted, and a person walked out from it.
Brando looked at the owner of the voice and subconsciously took a step back — it was the eldest prince of Cruz. Lenarette was slowly walking out of the crowd. He looked around at everyone calmly, then took a crown from his attendant.
This action allowed Brando to finally find the answer to the question, which was what kind of identity Delfien had arranged for him.
But this identity …
Brando looked at Lenarette silently, and his eyes seemed to be asking:
"Why?"
But the eldest prince only shook his head gently.
He no longer looked at Brando, but held the crown with both hands and answered loudly to everyone present, "As the Flame Holy Ring is witness, the last emperor of the empire named one person as the successor of Cruz before his death; and now, the faith of the Golden Flame has not been extinguished, and the Holy Sword Oderfeiss also has this new master, so the people of Cruz will keep their promise and support him as the King —"
So —
"He will be the legal monarch of Cruz."
Wow —
Not only the people in the venue.
At this moment, even the nobles of Cruz were shocked. People stood up from their seats one by one, and for a moment, there was a surge of heads.
There was an uproar.
Brando was like a stone statue, standing in the crowd. It turned out that the ring was the legendary Flame Holy Ring. What happened that night in Rushta was still vivid in his mind. The unwilling eyes of the Silver Queen before she died were like a slender knife, engraved into his heart.
That was clearly a longing for life.
But why did she still have to go on such a path?
He used to wonder.
But now he understood.
Brando silently turned his head and glared fiercely at Faena. The young lady of Mehotofen shrank her neck, knowing that she was in the wrong, and replied anxiously in a low voice, "Brando, you have to accept it."
Brando looked at Delfien again, looked at the Great Serene Wara and the old chancellor Nidevan, as well as the Dukes of Mehotofen and Ludwig. Was this everything they wanted? Or was it everything she wanted? But if he refused, then not only would Faena and Delfien lose face, but Cruz would also become a laughingstock.
So what was the answer?
But Brando also asked himself in his heart.
At that moment, the smile on the chancellor's daughter's face disappeared.
She looked up and gently looked at Brando, her gaze was somewhat simple and unadorned. Step by step, she forced him into a desperate situation, but it could also be said that step by step, she led him to the last step of the throne. So, choose to follow your heart, or walk the path to the end?
So this was everything that had happened.
Brando finally understood what the Silver Queen was passing to him.
He shook his head.
While everyone watched his movements, he only silently raised his hands and took the crown from the eldest prince.
"Do you remember what you said to Haruz?" Brando whispered to Lenarenat, "It's yours, and one day, no one will be able to take it away from you."
Lenarenat was stunned and looked up at Brando in astonishment.
"I think, one day, you will be a good king." Brando silently lowered his head and put the crown on his head. Then he turned around, leaving only the view of his back to the eldest prince. At that moment, there was an indescribable silence in the venue, and even the wind seemed to have stopped.
The young Lionman Prince subconsciously took a step back, his face a little pale.
Haruz clenched his fists with some excitement. This was his teacher, the person he admired the most; no matter how difficult it was, he could not be knocked down. He was like a living legend that could shine into everyone's reality.
Hope, the fire of civilization fell into the darkness, but there would always be a hand that would pick them up again. Delfien watched the scene silently, and for a moment, the prime minister's daughter also turned around and blinked gently.
Brando silently walked in front of everyone, stopped, and looked at everyone calmly:
"Now, I have proven why I am here-"
"Next, as the heir to the supreme throne, in accordance with the ancient contract, I will exercise all these powers — I think, it's time to end these red tape, isn't it?"
"So, everyone, do you agree?"
The envoys of the various countries were a little stunned.
What is the supreme throne, do the people of Cruz really think that with a title, they can regain that glory? That is not as simple as being the master of the Holy Sword Oderfeiss, that is the king of kings, the king of kings.
But will there be a second Gilt in this world?
But until a firm voice had already sounded, "I agree."
Princess Magadal left her seat and nodded to Brando with a gentle gaze. Then, she raised her voice again, "The nations of the Silver Gulf agree."
"Erouine, agree." Haruz also said loudly.
"Nine Phoenix, agree." Huang Huo replied in a calm tone.
The Lord of Lorindale suddenly stood up.
"Where are you going, teacher?" Yaruth looked at him.
"I am going to answer a question." Isdowell's thin face had a smile on it.
He left his seat and walked in front of Brando.
"Let me borrow your sword, Your Excellency Flame King." The Lord of Lorindale said with a smile.
Brendel was taken aback for a moment, but he quickly understood. He smiled and threw a green light at him. Isdowell caught the sword steadily, then raised the sword high. The light of the Firmament shone brightly on the blade.
"Holy Sword Firmament —!"
The Wind Elves burst into an uproar, crying out in alarm.
The Elven Regent gently held the sword hilt, inserted the sword into the ground, then turned around and nodded to Yaruth who was not far away.
"Teacher?"
"Ring."
Yaruth looked at the shining Holy Sword and only then reacted. He took off the Holy Ring from his hand and handed it over. Isdowell picked up the Holy Ring and gently placed it on the hilt of the Firmament Holy Sword.
The sword and the ring complemented each other.
Brendel laughed heartily when he saw this scene. He pulled out Oderfeiss with a flip of his hand and stabbed the Golden Flaming Blade into the ground. He turned his head. Delfien had already understood and placed the Holy Ring on the sword.
The two Holy Rings stood facing each other.
The two rings complemented each other.
Yaruth took a deep breath and summoned all his courage, "Saint-ausol, agree."
The crowd was already in an uproar.
The Great Druid Gray Fury stood up, and Sifrid's small figure smiled softly at the side.
"Elanta, agree."
Incirsta also stood up.
"Madara, please lend me your sword."
The Black Lord stood in front of Brendel and smiled faintly: "My lord, I trust you have been well since we last met."
Brando also smiled and nodded at him.
The two of them sized each other up. They were of similar age and had once been opponents, but they had also fought side by side. After the trip to the Sea of the Dead Moon, fate seemed to have allowed them to become allies once again.
"Thank you." Incirsta held Judgement and replied with a smile.
"You're welcome. Say hello to Tarkus for me."
"I will."
Three Holy Swords, three rings.
Queen Madara watched this moment and replied faintly, "Madara, agree."
"Agree."
"Agree."
There were more and more followers.
The King of Dwarves, Califen, laughed loudly and looked at this scene with admiration. Under the urging of Dilferi and Manrique, he also raised his warhammer and replied in a rough voice, "Mithril Hall, I agree."
The crowd was once again in an uproar.
Many nobles from different regions had not yet fully reacted. They did not know who this Count Tónigel was.
But at this moment, Dilferi had already put down her sword box. Manrique sincerely took out the Holy Sword Mithor from it. He raised the sword high and inserted it into the ground with both hands, forming a ring with the other three Holy Swords.
The people of Fanzin were in an uproar.
"The Holy Sword of Light Mithor!" Someone even shouted.
The leader of the Judgement Knight stood up shakily and looked at this scene with his mouth agape. After being reminded by the people around him, he remembered to hand a ring over to his attendant with trembling hands. The attendant took the Holy Ring of Light and jogged over to place it on the hilt of the Holy Sword.
The leader of the Grecius Knight raised his hand, "Fanzin, agree!"
The four Holy Swords shone brightly in front of the white stone tablet.
"Look, that's the Sword of the Shallow Sea!" The people of Hazell suddenly became excited because they saw another sword in Brando's hand. The light blue blade looked as if it was made of crystal, emitting a faint cold light. It was the Frost Chant Cinna.
"Oh my god, I didn't expect it to exist!"
"The sacred relic of Lord Crystal, the Holy Sword of the Shallow Sea!"
The people of Hazell suddenly realized something and looked up at Brando.
Brando also looked at the people of the Knowledge Dragon Crystal. He turned the sword around and said, "People of Hazell, do you still remember the promise you made a thousand years ago? Are you willing to return to the Holy Contract?"
"We are willing." The Great Prophet was the first to stand up.
Brando only nodded slightly.
Five Holy Swords —
On the sword, the sapphire of the Ring of Wisdom shone with an indescribably beautiful luster.
At this moment, everyone finally looked at the Lion Beastmen of Toquinin. The Lion Beastmen stood up awkwardly — of course, they knew who had the Holy Sword of the Earth, Halran Gaia. But their prince, Nair Fisher, had previously made things difficult for the new Flame King. How could the other party give up this opportunity to humiliate them?
Nair Fisher also clenched his fists and stood there in humiliation.
He could choose to leave, but all the efforts of the Golden Mane Lion Beastmen before this would be for naught. He was full of resentment. The final step was right in front of him, but because of his own mistake, everything was in vain.
The young Lion Beastman Warrior looked up at Brando and was ready to bow his head.
But what he saw was a pair of serious and sincere eyes.
"Then, what about the Holy Temple of the Earth?"
Nair Fisher's mouth was wide open.
The Dwarf King Califen suddenly turned his head and looked at the allies of Toquinin. At this moment, the whole hall was so quiet that even the sound of a pin dropping could be heard. Even the outer nobles held their breath.
"We …" Nair Fisher's green eyes looked at the young man in disbelief, the Count Tónigel whom he had once looked down upon. "We, agree."
Brando gently waved his hand.
And so, after a thousand years, the Halran Gaia had once again returned to the hands of the Toquinin people. The young Lion Beastman Warrior gasped for breath, almost as if he was in an illusion. He sniffed gently, feeling the breath of the real mountain and the earth in his hand.
Tears suddenly gushed out of his eyes.
Nair Fisher roared to the sky. At this moment, the Lion Beastman Warrior finally understood the taste of tears, and why the blood and tears of countless ancestors had flowed for thousands of years.
And now, this heavy glory had finally returned to the hands of the Toquinin people.
"The glory you deserve," Isdowell said softly as he looked at the scene. "But you still have to defend it."
The last sword was also erected. It was the legendary Stone Blade.
At this point, the final map of the World of Order was only missing a corner.
The six Holy Swords, the slanted shadows, silently narrated like an epic. It was the accumulation of countless years, the intertwining of heroes and legends. Every sword, every master, every era, every inspiring name was reflected in the hearts of the people at this moment.
When the Bugas entered the hall, the King of Wizards, Solomon, dropped the hammer.
"The Bugas, agree."
At that moment, everyone understood that a new era had begun.
It would be an era where mortals fought against fate, and everyone would use their courage to fight for the future of the world.
But the center of all eyes was focused on the back of the young man who was not very tall. The lower corner of Count Brando's trench coat fluttered in the wind, and his wild long hair and calm demeanor, at this moment, became eternal like a statue.
It was also the back of an era.
It was also young.
It was also holding a Holy Sword.
It was also filled with conviction.
It was also fearless.
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