Chapter 1224
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The wagon moved steadily but Mary, who was sitting inside, frowned.
She was thinking about what Kieran said just now.
"Caution is facing the unknown.
"Determination is facing difficulties."
"Perseverance in the face of failure."
Ignoring despair is … "
Mary was a little confused. She looked at Kieran with a questioning gaze again.
"Ignoring despair is facing everything.
Including life and death.
Even if you die, you can't despair because once you do, you will really die. "
Kieran said slowly.
"2567, have you experienced despair before?"
Mary was stunned.
Until then, she suddenly realized the man before her eyes rarely talked about his past.
She knew nothing about his past.
"Em.
I've been through it.
It's more and longer than you can imagine. "
Kieran said as he turned around and looked at the scenery outside the window that was slowly fading away.
Mary didn't ask anything else as she stared at Kieran's face.
The young princess knew what kind of personality the man before her eyes had. If he was willing to tell her, he would tell her honestly. If he wasn't, no matter how much she asked, he wouldn't tell her.
Mary, however, kept guessing in her heart.
'What happened?'
Mary's brows furrowed again.
She thought of too many things.
So much so that her gaze at Kieran became softer and softer.
As for Kieran?
Pak!
Kieran flicked his finger at Mary's furrowed brows.
"It's not as bad as you think."
Kieran said with a smile.
Mary covered her forehead and carefully analyzed Kieran's smile. When she realized the smile wasn't faked at all and came from the bottom of his heart, she heaved a long breath.
But right away, Mary's breath skipped a beat.
Because a stack of seven parchments suddenly appeared in front of her.
"This is?"
Mary was stunned again.
"One of my spoils of war."
"The most important thing to become powerful is the heart, but it's not enough without support. These should be able to help you. Of course, I need you to translate it into the common tongue."
Kieran replied.
"The Prairie King?"
Mary reacted quickly.
Kieran nodded.
"I understand."
Mary sat up straight and spoke in an unprecedentedly serious manner.
No one understood the importance of the parchment better than the young princess.
Inheritance!
The royal family of Warren had their own inheritance as well.
Even Swusters Castle had its own legacy.
These inheritances were enough to make one envious, but they were nothing compared to the inheritance of the Prairie King.
"If the heart is the root of strength …"
"Then …"
"It is the foundation of strength!"
The young princess who suddenly had such an epiphany quickly immersed herself in the records on the goatskin.
Kieran looked at the serious Mary and couldn't help but smile.
Hard work and diligence would always bring results.
What to do with [Unknown Goatskin] was the decision Kieran had made in the last dungeon.
In this dungeon world, was there anyone more suitable than Mary?
No.
Only those who had truly gone through life and death battles with him would be acknowledged by Kieran.
As for the others?
They were just enemies and strangers.
…
With Jyaichi driving, the wagon traveled smoothly and it wasn't hard to reach a certain speed.
However, because of Duke Eldar's insistence, the wagon couldn't overtake him on foot.
Therefore, when the wagon saw the walls of Riverdale again, the sun was already setting in the west.
The moment Duke Eldar saw the walls of Riverdale, his eyes reddened and tears flickered in his eyes as he hurried on his way excitedly.
He stared blankly at the walls in his memory.
"Nothing changed.
"Nothing has changed."
"That's great."
Eldar came to a halt and knocked on the carriage's window.
"Can I go up?"
The elderly asked.
"Of course!"
Mary kept the parchment and after Kieran sat beside her, she opened the carriage door and invited the elderly in.
"Thank you, Your Highness, for being considerate to an old man."
The elderly thanked Mary.
"Compared to what you have done for the royal family of Warren, what I have done is insignificant."
Mary replied.
Her sincere tone made the smile on the elderly's face widen. Then, the elderly looked outside the carriage window. It was …
The royal palace of the Warren royal family.
It was where King James VIII was.
Mary knocked on the carriage door as she knew what was going on.
Immediately, the slow-moving carriage sped up like a bolt of lightning.
A mere 20 minutes later, the wagon returned to the royal palace.
Duke Zilin, who had been waiting for a while, strode over to the wagon. However, when he saw the one who came down wasn't Mary or Kieran but an elderly man, the young duke was stunned.
However, as though he had thought of something, the young Earl straightened his body and bowed respectfully to the old man. "Good day, Earl Eldar."
"Good day, Duke Zilin."
The dazzling emblem of the Flying Dragon was enough for the elderly to recognize the young duke.
Plus, the old duke shared a 30-40% resemblance with Mary, so there was no mistaking it.
Son of Dragon!
The guardian of the north of the Warren royal family.
The continuation of the extra bloodline of the royal family.
"Can you bring me to His Majesty?"
Asked the elderly.
"Of course.
His Majesty has been waiting for your return for countless years. "
Said the young duke as he brought the elderly into the royal palace.
Each time they passed a familiar place, the elderly would show excitement on his face.
When the old man arrived outside King James VIII's bedroom, he took in a few deep breaths before slowly pushing the bedroom door open.
The door was shut tight, the setting sun shone in through the window.
Amidst the reddish-orange, gloominess spread uncontrollably.
That beautiful moment was about to fade away.
Like King James VIII on the bed.
The unconscious king's face was pale, his cheeks thin, his hair dry and weak. He was lying on the bed on his last breath.
His last breath felt like it could dissipate at any moment.
The elderly staggered to the bed and placed his hand on King James VIII's hand, tears rolling down his cheeks.
The elderly who was holding back his tears at all times couldn't hold it back anymore when he saw the king.
"James, I'm back."
The elderly called softly.
Amidst the call, King James VIII slowly woke up.
The young duke and the young princess slowly walked out, wanting to leave the room for the two of them.
However, Kieran didn't move.
He twitched his nose.
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