“The Archbishop will be leaving Ampere Seale after three days. He is currently in the meditation room and won't entertain any guests Ms. Magadal.” The guard soldiers of the Holy Cathedral wore a red robe, their silver chest plates and spears shone brightly under the sunlight. Their stern looks made it clear that their polite smiles was just for formalities sake.
The Nun Princess sighed lightly.
She turned her head back, and took one last look at the Holy Cathedral.
The dome of Holy Cathedral bathed in endless radiance, but even that light seemed to be the last rays of the Kingdom. Bells rang in the background, as if to mark the end of an era. Within Rokshbe Hall, the six Dukes and their envoys sat around the table, discussing the way they should split the Kingdom and the spoils in it.
The babbling sound of discussions filled the room, even the obsidian pillars that held the dome up for ages began to sigh. Among the many voices, one could be heard with clarity, “Since the establishment of Aouine, King Erik had led his men to overcome many challenges, obtaining glory in this piece of wilderness. He made an oath alongside the other people and nobles that followed him to determine the fate of this Kingdom.Today, that very same Kingdom they swore on is on the brink of destruction. To those of us who could not tolerate the lives of the innocent being lost in wars, I urge you to form a new pact, in the name of Aouine!”
Duke Seifer raised his head after reading the plea, looking into a silent crowd. There was a wild, cold glow in his eyes, “My people! If any of you still stand by the decisions made in this old parchment, I urge you all to raise your hand with me! Prove the blood of Aouine's nobility coursing within you!”
He raised his hand like he was wielding a sword pointing to the skies.
The monster had begun to bare its fangs.
The crowd began to stir. Except the two bishops, everyone else had raised their right hand. Just as how their ancestors did it, the nobles crossed their swords together and swore an oath in front of the Lionheart Sword.
‘I pledge to lead my people –‘
‘- away from fights and murder, away from the arrogant and greedy nobles. I swear I will not redo the mistakes of the past. I will let the nobles of this new Kingdom be reborn with righteous spirits– fair and impartial, honest and brave, kind and generous. And I swear to uphold this vow till my last breath!”
Brendel was the last to act.
He raised his hand just now, but he just silently looked over the entire scene.These people did not only lose the Lionheart Sword, but they’re also about to give away their swords as well. Seems like they had forgotten about the sacred pact made in the past. The pact lost its effect, and the Kingdom would be nothing but a shadow of its former self, disappearing from the lands and remaining only as an echo of the past.
Brendel closed his eyes slowly, Halran
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