On the day of the Lady of the Lake, the entire palace woke up in the wee hours of the morning. Today was the most important day in Colona in the past thirty years. The Crown Prince of Brittany, Duke of Musillon, and the Lady of the Lake would be crowned as the new Knight King.
It was four in the morning, and the night sky was still dark. Bright moonlight shone down from the heavens. Within the palace, Laing and the others were making their final preparations.
In the quiet hall, only Laing and Suria were present.
At this time, Leon had already changed into his king's attire. Golden lions and embroidered patterns decorated his coat, shirt, and trousers. The Goddess of Vengeance was hung on his waist. His long black hair had been carefully combed. At this time, Leon was no longer the young knight from a dozen years ago. Now, he was in the prime of his life. There was no longer any childishness and impulsiveness on his face. Instead, it was replaced with a temperament as steady as a mountain, a majesty as deep as the night, and a heroic aura that bloomed with the light of humanity and hope in this dark world.
Behind him, his queen, Sulia Kumani Antrel de Vanford, had also changed into her full queen's dress. Today, Sulia was wearing the Rhine Palace's snow-white gown embroidered with gold and gemstones. This gown was luxurious and elegant, embroidered with gold thread and studded with gemstones. It was very expensive. With her beautiful face matched with the queen's gown, Sulia's beauty was enough to stun the world.
"My wife, you are beautiful today." Laing walked up to Suria and gently stroked her delicate face. Looking at his wife's impressive figure under the dress, Laing couldn't help but sigh. "Finally, we have ushered in this day."
"Laing …" Suria, who was always dignified, saw her husband's affectionate gaze, and couldn't help but feel moved. She reached out her white lace gloved hand and held Laing's big hand. "Laing, thank you. I once thought that maybe … but I didn't think that you would actually become king."
"Of course, my queen." Laing smiled and held Suria's hand. He whispered, "Since you are my wife, you have to be the best. Suria, you deserve so much. You are my queen, and also the consort that father has chosen. You are an almost perfect wife. I have always felt that I am not good enough for you. Over the years, you have helped me a lot, both in the internal affairs and in the palace. When I went out to war, it was you who helped me with the internal affairs. No matter what difficulties I encountered, you always supported me and encouraged me."
"This is what a wife should do. I should be grateful to you, Laing." Suria saw Laing's expression and couldn't help but smile. Her husband was a human hero. He was confident, dignified, and radiant in front of others. It was as if the whole world was under his feet. No matter what difficulties or powerful enemies he faced, Laing never showed any fear or worry. He seemed to always be strong and would never fall.
Only in private, when they were together as husband and wife, only Suria could see that Laing would occasionally complain and feel unsure. Only when he was with Suria, Laing could temporarily let go of those things.
Suria and Devonshire's existence was Laing's warm harbor, where he could occasionally rest.
Suria was not dissatisfied with her marriage with Laing. Even the Lake Fairy could not compete with her for the position of wife. What else could she be picky about? Now, she was going to be the queen. She was going to be the most powerful woman in the entire kingdom, second only to Morgiana. Even Morgiana had to acknowledge Suria's authority as wife in Laing's backyard.
"Darkness is coming, my wife. The Eternal Chosen of Chaos is looking for the last Divine Artifact of Chaos. We may meet the end at any time. All the civilization, all the glorious and brilliant miracles, and all the beliefs that the mortals have accumulated in the old world for thousands of years will usher in the ultimate test." Ryan pulled Sulia to a seat at the side. He took out a wooden box inlaid with gold from the side and knelt down on one knee before Sulia. He gently lifted up her skirt and said, "Sulia, can I really … … do you think I can do it? Do you really think that I can … lead this country and protect this world? "
Suria's slender and beautiful legs were under the skirt. Her beautiful legs were wrapped in white unicorn fur. Her thighs were round and full, and her legs were slender and well-proportioned. Following the moving curve, a pair of white silk feet stepped on a pair of ordinary nude-colored high heels. Laing reached out to help Suria gently remove the high heels. He opened the wooden box and took out the dress shoes that Suria was going to wear today.
It was a pair of pointed high heels made of cowhide. The shoes looked very delicate, with thin heels, leather upper, and pointed toes. The upper and body of the shoes were white, and the outer layer was covered with fine pearl-colored brocade. Under normal circumstances, it would be slightly silver, but under the light, it would reflect a faint pearl-like color.
The two sides of the upper were made of transparent material, connected to the pointed toes and tripping straps. Suria's small feet, which were wrapped in white garter stockings, gently slipped into the shoes under Laing's guidance. Her delicate ankles found a place under Laing's warm hands and gently slipped into the shoes. With this pair of high heels, Suria's height was close to 1.8 meters. Laing lowered his head and gently kissed his wife's delicate instep. "I still …"
"Laing, you must believe in yourself. You are the only one who has the ability to lead the whole kingdom out of this predicament. You are the champion of the ladies, the chosen one by fate, the hope of Brittany, and the reformer of the spirit of chivalry." Suria asked Laing to help her put on the shoes. She reached out her hands and gently held Laing's face. "You are also my most beloved husband. My love, no one else has this ability. You will be a good husband, a good commander, a good king, and a good leader. You must believe in yourself. You are the man chosen by me, Suria. You are the best, the best. Everyone believes in you, whether it is the serfs, the knights, the ladies, or even the emperor of the Empire, the elves, and the dwarves, they all believe in you."
"They all believe in me. Everyone believes in me." Laing seemed to be a little hesitant and confused. He stared at his wife. "Then do you believe in me? Suria? "
"If I don't believe in you, how can I be your wife?" Suria's bright smile was enough to light up the whole room. "Just do it, Laing. The ladies and I will be your strong support. Why do you resist your fate?"
"In front of the heavy crown, I am as weak as Richard." Laing was a little uncertain. "I …"
"You will face the same evil and defeat it." Suria stroked Laing's face gently. "You are the champion of the ladies. You will be the greatest king of Brittany since Arthur. You will lead us to defeat evil."
"Yes, I will." Laing's expression became determined again.
That's right, this was his destiny. He had to embrace it, for the sake of this world, for the sake of everything he loved.
"Duke, Madam, it's almost time." The couple exchanged a few more private words before the head maid, Sylvia, knocked on the door. "Are you ready?"
"Let's go, Madam," Laing took Suria's hand. "Today is not only my stage, but also yours."
… I am the dividing line that embraces fate …
At seven o 'clock in the morning, the new king's coronation ceremony officially began. The streets of Kurona were packed with people. Today, nearly two hundred thousand people of Kurona stood on both sides of the street, waiting to welcome their new king.
The first was the grand parade on the Sannes River. Bordero's Poseidon fleet and the Brittany navy of Le-Angouland were on the move. Hundreds of ships decorated with the flags of the duchy and the Brittany sailed on the Sannes River. Laing, his wife, Suria, and his eldest son, Devenhill, stood on the Lady of Glory and received the cheers of the people. All kinds of celebrations were held on the streets of Kurona. The Church of the Nymphs of the Lake also put in a lot of money this time. Morgiana provided as many as five thousand cakes and five thousand sweets at the entrance of the Grail Cathedral, free of charge to the faithful.
The parade started from the Sannes River outside the city and stopped at the Royal Wharf inside the city. After crossing the Kurona Bridge, Southwark Bridge, Blackfriars Bridge, Kalliod Bridge, and Schiluff Bridge, Laing and Suria disembarked from the Royal Wharf.
At this time, the sky was still dark, but the streets of the Royal Dock were already packed with people. Countless citizens were craning their necks to see the new king and queen. The Kurona garrison and the Grail Knights' branch in Kurona had all been mobilized to maintain order.
When the ship docked, Laing gently held his wife, Suria's hand and stepped onto the wharf. The whole scene was filled with cheers and applause. Laing smiled and did not say anything. Behind him, the Old Guard stepped onto the wharf one after another.
The reputation of the Old Guard had spread to every corner of Brittania over the years, but the residents of Curona had never seen this army before. In their minds, the Old Guard should be like the Grail Knights. Everywhere they went, the Old Guard would be decorated with flowers, flags, and feathers, like colorful roosters. It was a beautiful sight to behold.
However, the Old Guard in front of them stunned the people of Kurona. Apart from the red, white, and blue flag, the golden pattern on the flag, the iris flower, and the sword from the book, there was nothing else.
Before the people could feel disappointed, they suddenly focused on the Old Guard.
The people of Kurona had never seen such a spirited army!
Wearing bearskin hats, half-body plate armor forged by dwarves with red and blue epaulettes, straight trousers, and golden braided belts, the Old Guard proudly raised their heads and puffed out their chests. They followed Duke Laing's footsteps on the road to the palace. Their faces glowed with oil, and their expressions looked like they were carved with knives and axes. They stood in neat rows.
Visible to the naked eye, a more dazzling spirit shone on the Old Guard's face.
Neat uniforms, shiny scimitars, and flintlocks!
Could a serf stand proudly among the knights like this one day?
These were all serf-born soldiers!
The citizens of Culona were dumbfounded. There was something in their throats that they couldn't say. This magical scene made all the citizens tear up.
Laing and the others didn't stop because of the reaction of the citizens. From the moment he stepped onto the Royal Dock until the last group of knights entered the palace, the cheers were like a boiling tide, each wave louder than the last. The people praised Laing's great contributions, his endless glory, and his noble deeds. The huge wave of cheers echoed in the sky of Kurona and didn't dissipate for a long time.
At ten o 'clock in the morning, Laing and the others officially arrived at the main hall of the palace. The hall was already filled with nobles from Brittany, nobles from the Empire, nobles from the Southern Kingdoms, and the dwarves led by Belegar, as well as elves led by Tegris and Aralos.
Cannon salutes boomed and ribbons fell from the sky. Amid the cheers of the crowd, Leon arrived at the front gate of the palace with Sulia in tow.
Morgiana and the other prophets of the Lake God began to sing.
"They are the best knights ~"
"They are the symbol of virtue ~"
"The most glorious knight's path ~"
"The master of victory ~"
"The master of kings ~"
"A grand gathering!"
"To witness the birth of a new king!"
"He is the lady's choice."
"He is the people's admiration."
"He is the symbol of the kingdom."
"He is invincible."
"He is our new king, Laing Macado!"
The door slowly opened amidst the melodious and grand music. The Knight King Laing gently held Queen Suria's hand as they slowly approached the hall.
Behind Suria, the well-dressed dark elf Olica and the head maid Sylvia, as well as the sorceresses Teresa and Veronica, reached out their hands and lifted Suria's long skirt.
The entire hall was filled with thunderous applause. At this moment, whether it was the Brittany, the people of the Empire, the Southern Kingdoms, the dwarves, or the elves, they all sincerely offered their applause to Laing. This human hero had made great contributions in fighting against evil, eliminating foreign enemies, and protecting the world for more than ten years. It was undeniable that Laing's glory was the best manifestation of the human spirit of perseverance, resistance, and tenacity to survive in the mortal world.
The kingdom's regent, Lauren, strode forward. He took a deep breath and said loudly, "Now, let us welcome …"
"… Crown Prince of Brittany, Duke of Musillon, Earl of Glamorgan, Baron Jean, Chosen Champion of the Lady of the Lake, Knight of the Holy Grail, Guardian of Marienburg, Destroyer of the Demon Rock, Slayer of the Chaos False God, Judge of Egil Red-eye, Terminator of the Red Duke's Nightmare Legend, Savior of Helmgard, Good Brother of the Angran Clan, Only Trade Partner of the Wood Elves, Reformer of Chivalry, Purifier of the Undead, Great Guardian of the Grey Mountains, Reviver of Musillon, Rightful Successor of the Spirit and Virtue of Llanduin, Undisputed Supreme Commander of the Old Guard, the one who shattered Tarim Khan's rotten body, Close Friend of the Nur, Fear of Chaos, Confidant of the Emperor on the other side of the mountain, Nord Sledgehammer, Devout Laing Macado and his wife, Suria Kumani Antri de Vanford!!!"
As the music played, the invited special guest, King of the Angran Clan, the real King of the Eight Peaks Mountain, Bellegar Hammerhand, held a golden plate covered with silk. On the silk was the Knight King's crown. Bellegar was very proud of being able to hold the crown. He held his head high and puffed out his chest, indicating that he was ready.
As if it had been arranged, the moment the music ended, the palace bell rang from afar. "Dong, dong, dong."
The whole hall was lit up with a dazzling white light.
The Lady of the Lake descended to the mortal world. She appeared in the air above the hall. In the thick fog, the Goddess's beautiful figure and face were displayed in front of the mortals.
At the moment when the Lady of the Lake appeared, all the nobles of Brittany knelt down on one knee to show their respect, and the great nobles of the other human countries all bowed down to show their respect for the Goddess.
The dwarves stayed in the back row, and no one could see if they bowed or knelt down.
The elves just nodded. Aralos's eyes were shining. Tegris frowned. They each had their own thoughts.
The Goddess looked at her chosen champion and his wife standing at the door of the hall with satisfaction. She slowly opened her mouth and said in a voice that was very soft and illusory, but could be heard by everyone in the hall.
"Laing, my champion, please come forward. Bring your wife, Suria, forward."
"The time for the coronation has come."
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