Felaern looked suspiciously at the old man, while everyone else was momentarily at a loss for words.
“It’s truly the Lionheart……” Bosley suddenly mumbled and took one step back subconsciously as he looked at Brendel. “…… But how is that possible!? I know King Erik had once said that if his descendants forgot the oaths that the kingdom was founded upon, then the Lionheart would be lost as well, but the Royal Faction have gathered to restore the kingdom and find the glory that was lost for decades, so why is the sword tied to your destiny……”
Brendel took back the Sage Slate and gave a slightly surprised sidelong glance. He could hardly imagine the beggar-like appearance of the old man had anything to do with his job as the Royal Family’s head blacksmith. But despite his eccentric mumblings, the latter was able to read the runic words.
“Grandmaster Bosley, is there some secret to the Lionheart?” He said carefully.
Bosley’s hands stopped scratching his head and looked back at the young lord. He knew he was unable to deceive him, but he was still a little conflicted: “Lord Trentheim, my family’s bloodline has sworn to keep this a secret—”
Brendel waved his hand irritably.
“Is it? Or perhaps it’s because your House Tutius has worked for the royal kings ever since King’s Erik rule, and you’re unwilling to think otherwise? King Erik has also said that the Lionheart would return to Aouine, if the oaths are upheld and glory returned to the kingdom. Regardless of who possessed the sword or when it returns, the kingdom’s fate will be tied greatly with it because of King Erik’s oaths. That is why the person who inherits King Erik’s will is qualified to hold the sword—”
He stopped and stared at the old man before him. The meaning in his eyes was clear.
[Yes, you’re with the Royal Faction, but your efforts are not supposed just to allow the authority of the royal family to stand above the nobles. If you want the glory of the kingdom to return, you must walk the road that King Erik took in the past. Only then will the flames of the Ancestral King ignite the kingdom and bring new life to it—]
He was walking on the same path as the Princess Regent did in the game. She tried to bring Aouine back to its former glory and failed, and this time he was going to do so with his own hands.
He had already walked through the road of darkness in the game; the burning royal palace and cities, the kingdom overturned with its citizens slaughtered and the living suffering under an age of darkness.
Now he was walking through the other road; an unknown, difficult path also dyed with blood and lives, but there was a sliver of hope that lit the path.
Bosley hesitated for a long time as he lowered his head in thought. In the end, he chose to accept the road Brendel offered.
“You’re right…… Regardless of who possesses the sword, this ancient legend will not be wrong. Is this why you refused to join the
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