Kingdom of Elovatar: The Royal Palace

  Knock... Knock...

  "Come in," said Arwen, his voice calm yet commanding.

  The grand doors of the chamber creaked open, revealing Ardil, the kingdom’s trusted messenger and one of Arwen’s most loyal aides. He stepped inside, his expression tense.

  "My Lord," Ardil greeted with a deep bow, his eyes betraying a sense of urgency.

  "Another monster attack?" Arwen asked, his sharp eyes scanning Ardil's troubled face.

  "No, my Lord," Ardil replied, reaching into his leather satchel. "It’s a red telegram from the Kingdom of Shomer."

  Arwen’s brow furrowed. A red telegram meant an urgent and critical message—often a warning of war, disaster, or death. His fingers trembled slightly as he took the parchment and swiftly unsealed it. His eyes darted across the words, his usual composed demeanor shattering into visible shock.

  "My Lord?!! What's wrong?!!" Ardil took a step forward, concern creeping into his voice.

  Arwen tightened his grip on the paper, his knuckles turning white. "Oh, Ardil, a disaster has befallen the continent. King Adam has been killed!!"

  Ardil staggered backward as if struck by an invisible force. "Impossible?!! But... how?!!"

  "The message doesn’t clarify the details," Arwen said, his mind racing. "But I fear it has something to do with the monster attack yesterday." He turned toward the towering window of his chamber, staring out at the vast lands of Elovatar, his thoughts clouded with worry. "Inform King Rolls and the council members that I am calling for an emergency meeting."

  "Yes, my Lord," Ardil bowed before swiftly leaving.

  Alone in his chamber, Arwen exhaled deeply. "Oh, Adam," he murmured, his voice heavy with sorrow. "I can't believe a warrior like you could be killed. Could they be involved in this?"

  ---

  The Next Day – Kingdom of Shomer: Capital City of Koshin

  The streets of Koshin, usually bustling with merchants, children, and street performers, now carried an air of unease. Rumors spread like wildfire through the crowded alleys and marketplaces, weaving a web of fear and uncertainty.

  "Could the rumor be true?!"

  "Impossible!!"

  "I can't believe it!! King Adam!!"

  "Who could have killed him?!!"

  "Who will be the ruler now?"

  "The monsters are attacking the villages, and no one can stop them."

  "I wonder what caused their sudden aggression?"

  "All the important figures are meeting today. I wonder if it has to do with the emergency announcement?!!"

  A murmur of excitement rippled through the crowd as they noticed an approaching royal carriage, its banners bearing the sigil of Elovatar.

  "Look! It’s the royal carriage from the Kingdom of Elovatar!!"

  "It seems the kingdom is in a state of tension," Urim observed.

  "Of course," Arwen replied. "They’ve just lost their king, and their cities are under attack by magical beasts. They are scared."

  "The loss of their king means the loss of their protector too. If the Shomer family can't control the situation, this could be the end of their reign," Urim said gravely.

  "That’s what worries me," another voice joined in—Elina, Queen of Elovatar. "I’m afraid that Chris and the kids won’t be able to handle this pressure."

  "They have to," Arwen said firmly. "Especially Alden, since he’s the rightful heir to the throne."

  ---

  Royal Palace of Shomer

  Inside the grand hall of the palace, the scent of burning incense mixed with the heavy air of sorrow. Nobles, council members, and foreign dignitaries sat in solemn silence. The golden chandeliers cast a dim glow over their grim faces.

  "Announce the arrival!" a doorman shouted. "Rolls from the Denaes House! King of Elovatar!"

  Christina, now draped in black mourning robes, stood at the entrance of the hall. Though she carried herself with dignity, her eyes betrayed the grief within.

  "Queen Christina," Rolls said, stepping forward with a respectful bow. "On behalf of myself and the Kingdom of Elovatar, I offer my heartfelt condolences."

  "King Rolls, it is an honor to have you here today," Christina replied, her voice steady despite the weight of her sorrow. "It means a lot to our family and to the kingdom as well."

  Arwen stepped forward and bowed. "Queen Christina, the continent has not only lost a king but also one of its great heroes."

  "Thank you, Lord Arwen," Christina said. She gestured toward the grand seating area. "Please, everyone, have a seat. Mr. Zerv, please escort King Rolls and his family to their seats."

  "At your service, Your Majesty," Zerv said with a bow.

  "Excuse me, but could you please go ahead?" Elina asked gently.

  "Sure," Rolls replied.

  As the other royals took their seats, Elina approached Christina and took her hands in her own.

  "Chris," Elina said softly, "I know what you’re feeling right now. If you need anything, I am here for you and for all of you."

  "Thank you, Queen Elina," Kaya spoke up, her voice filled with gratitude.

  Elina smiled warmly. "My dear Kaya, no need for formalities between us. You know that your mother and I are like sisters."

  "I’m sorry, Aunt Elina," Kaya said, shifting nervously. "I just feel a little anxious about what’s coming next."

  "Yes," Elina sighed. "You will have to deal with the people, reassure them, and gain their trust. It won’t be an easy task."

  "That’s not my biggest worry," Christina said, her gaze shifting toward Alden, who sat in silence, his face pale and his eyes distant.

  Since the day his father died, he had been plagued by visions—horrifying, unrelenting. He could see Adam’s lifeless body following him, speaking to him in a distorted voice, laughing mockingly.

  "So… do you think you are worthy of this position? Protecting this kingdom and its people?"

  Alden clenched his fists.

  "You didn't even have the strength to protect your mother when she was about to kill herself. You're not even worthy of being my son... Alden."

  "Alden?" a voice called.

  He jolted upright, realizing Queen Elina was speaking to him.

  "Oh?! Queen... Elina!"

  "Why do you keep calling me like that?" Elina said with frustration. "Anyway, Alden, how are you?"

  "Y... Yes, I’m fine."

  "Good," Elina said, her tone turning gentle. "So… what about your mental state?"

  "What?!"

  "I know you've isolated yourself from everyone after the incident," Elina said, placing her hands on his shoulders. "I know exactly how you feel, Alden. But this isn’t the right way to deal with these feelings. Maybe if—"

  Alden gently grabbed Elina’s hands and pulled them away.

  "Thank you, Queen Elina," he said stiffly. "But I’m fine, so there’s no need to worry. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to greet the guests." He bowed and left without another word.

  "I’ll take care of him," Alrik said, bowing before following after his brother.

  Christina sighed. "He always avoids us…"

  Elina watched him go, her heart heavy with concern.

  Alden’s breath quickened. The nightmare would not end.

  "Hmph, it seems that everyone knows your weakness, so they try to ease your burden," said the distorted voice of Adam's corpse. "But there's no point in comforting a weak and cowardly person like you, is there, Prince Alden?"

  "Prince Alden," said Frank.

  "Huh?! Oh! Sorry, I didn't notice you," Alden replied.

  Frank bowed. "No problem, my Lord. Allow me to express my heartfelt condolences, Prince Alden."

  "Thank you, Sir...?".

  Frank bowed again. "Frank from the Glider House."

  "Glider?! Are you related to Advisor Steven?" Alrik asked.

  "Please, I'm having a conversation with His Highness!" Frank said.

  When Frank lifted his head, he was stunned by who had asked the question.

  Frank bowed again. "Prince Alrik!! Please forgive my rudeness, I didn't know it was you!!"

  "What do you want?" Alden asked.

  "What? Can't I just check on my brother?" Alrik replied.

  "How disgraceful, they've sent someone to keep an eye on you. They don't trust you that much," said the distorted voice of Adam's corpse.

  "I don't need anyone to watch me," Alden said angrily. "Don't follow me."

  "Hmph, idiot," said Alrik.

  "I'm sorry... My Lord," said Frank, still bowing.

  "Oh? You're still here. Go ahead, you may stand," said Alrik and walked away.

  "Th... Thank you, Your Highness," Frank said, thinking, "[What exactly happened? It doesn't seem like Prince Alden is doing well. If he shows weakness, he may not be crowned king. Should I exploit this? No, no... that could end with me in prison. But if it works... maybe I could...]"

  Frank bumped into someone, interrupting his thoughts.

  "Oh?! Sorry," Frank said.

  "No problem... Sir Frank," said Woo-Kilan.

  "Huh!! Mr. Advisor!! I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you," Frank immediately bowed.

  "I've told you before, no problem. Also, why do you seem so tense? Are you alright?"

  "Yes, everything's fine. But since you're here, Mr. Advisor, may I ask you a question, if you allow me?"

  "If I have the answer, I will gladly share it. Go ahead, ask."

  "It's about Prince Alden. As you can see, the prince is still young, so I wonder how he will handle the responsibility of an entire kingdom? He couldn't even recover from his father's death. Maybe it would be better for him and the kingdom if..."

  Woo-Kilan interrupted Frank's words by striking his staff forcefully on the ground, causing everyone in the hall to focus on him.

  "Listen well, boy. Out of respect for your father, I won't have you thrown into prison, but..." Woo-Kilan's tone turned threatening. "If you think about something like this again, I swear that you will..."

  "Mr. Woo-Kilan... is everything alright?" asked Steven.

  "Mr. Steven, yes... everything is fine. Just having a simple conversation with Mr. Frank. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must leave."

  "[Hmph... senile old fool. I swear I will...]" Frank thought, but was interrupted by his father placing a hand on his shoulder.

  "Frank," Steven said in a cold tone.

  "Y... Yes... Father."

  "I don't know what you said to Woo-Kilan to make him so furious, but... knowing you, I think I understand the reason."

  "W... Wait, Dad, let me explain..."

  Steven squeezed Frank's shoulder hard.

  "Ugh..."

  "I've always been embarrassed by you, trying to get close to nobles and high-ranking individuals. But I tolerated it. I know you want to be important, seeking positions and titles, and perhaps even... rulership."

  He tightened his grip on Frank's shoulder.

  "F... F... Father."

  "Let me finish. I'm not as kind as Mr. Woo-Kilan, but since you didn't say this in front of me, I'll settle for stripping you of your titles. But next time you think of something like this... I will kill you with my own hands. Is that clear?"

  "Y... Yes, my Lord."

  "Good."

  Steven left, leaving Frank trembling with fear.

  "Your Majesty," Zerv bowed. "The arrangements for the speech are ready."

  "Good, open the gate and let the people in," Christina said.

  ---

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  In the front courtyard of the palace, the people of the Kingdom of Shumer gathered. The council members and nobles stood at the front, while fifteen steps behind them stood the common folk, separated by a line of royal guards. On the palace's front balcony stood the members of the royal families, each accompanied by four of their personal guards.

  Christina stepped forward, with Kaya and Alric behind her, surrounded by their personal guards. Speaking through a magical amplifier, she addressed the crowd:

  "I am Christina of House Shumeron! Queen of the Kingdom of Shumer! I thank our esteemed guests—Chief Heimdall, King Leons, King Rolls, and King Kaldor—for attending today. I also thank the citizens of Shumer for gathering here today for the coronation of the new king and the memorial of our late king, Adam of House Shumeron! I know you all have many questions, and the new king will clarify everything for you. I present to you Alden of House Shumeron! Prince of the Kingdom of Shumer! The rightful heir to the throne!"

  Alden entered, followed by Woo-Kailan. Christina stepped aside to let Alden take the front, now facing the people.

  "What a sight! This is how the whole kingdom will witness your failure," the disfigured corpse of Adam began to laugh.

  Alden took a deep breath in, then exhaled. "I am Alden of House Shumeron! Prince of the Kingdom of Shumer! The rightful heir… to the throne! I regret to inform you that my father, King Adam, has been… murdered! Two nights ago, the palace was infiltrated by unknown enemies. King Adam and the royal guards confronted them…"

  Among the crowd, murmurs began to spread.

  "He's lying."

  "There were only three intruders."

  "Did you know that monster attacks started the same night King Adam died?"

  "They’re hiding the truth."

  At the front…

  "Sir," a guard saluted.

  "What is it?" William asked.

  "In the back, among the crowd… there seems to be some unrest."

  "Unrest? What do you mean?"

  The murmurs grew louder.

  "Don't you know who was behind the attack? It was the Cult of Darkness!"

  "Impossible!"

  "They’ve been lying to us all these years!"

  "The cult still exists!"

  "They’re targeting kings!"

  "Our lives are in danger!"

  "Do you think Prince Alden has the ability to protect us?!"

  "He's just a child! We need another ruler!"

  "Hmm?!" Leons sensed something.

  "What's wrong, Father?" Kor asked.

  "King Leons… did you feel it too?" Heimdall inquired.

  "Yes! A powerful type of magic! A kind of dark magic!"

  Alden continued, "So… I vow to protect the kingdom and its people from—" but he was cut off by the sudden outcry of the people.

  "Lies!!"

  "You are not fit for this position!!"

  "We want the truth!!"

  The disfigured corpse of Adam laughed again. "It seems the people have finally risen!"

  A manic laugh echoed across the courtyard—it belonged to a woman.

  "Apologies, I couldn’t hold back any longer. Just the sight of the little prince fills me with nostalgia."

  "Who is that?!"

  "What is this voice?!"

  "Guards!! Find the source of the voice!!" William commanded.

  "What… is happening?!!" Alden asked.

  "I mean, he has the same terrified expression his father had," the strange woman said. Her voice was sharp and piercing, sending chills through the air.

  "Impossible!!" Christina gasped.

  "It’s… her!!" Alric said fearfully.

  "No way!! You mean?!!" Kaya added.

  "Yes!! It’s me!! I am the reason you are all gathered here today!! I am the cause of all this chaos!! I am…" The woman’s voice grew quieter yet sharper. "The one who killed King Adam!! And I have come to finish my work, which is…"

  An arrow was fired from the top of the palace.

  "To eliminate…"

  The arrow sped toward…

  "Prince… Alden!!"

  Toward Prince Alden…

  Only a meter remained between Alden’s head and the arrow… Someone caught it!! It was King Leons!!

  Alden collapsed to the ground!!

  Everyone was stunned by the attempt on Alden’s life.

  "Ohh!! It looks like it’s your turn now," the disfigured corpse of Adam mocked.

  The woman's laugh spread across the courtyard. All the royal guards readied their weapons and surrounded their lords.

  "Guards!" William shouted. "To the top of the palace!! Now!!"

  "Your Highness, we must return inside the palace!" a guard called. "Your Highness!"

  "Alden!!" Kaya cried as she held him. "Wake up!!"

  "K-Kaya?!!"

  "Hmph," the disfigured corpse scoffed. "Pathetic. Just like that day."

  "It seems you will live another day, prince. Or should I say… king?" The woman laughed as her voice gradually faded away.

  The people erupted into an uproar, demanding Alden be removed from the throne.

  "Damn it!! How did things turn out this way?!!" Steven said, his voice filled with regret.

  At the back of the palace…

  "You there!! Stop immediately!!" William shouted.

  Five individuals, dressed in black cloaks, were attempting to flee. One of them, wielding a magic staff, cast a spell, summoning a massive fire golem.

  "Prepare for battle!!" William commanded his soldiers.

  Back at the front of the palace…

  "Boy… you need to do something before you lose your kingdom," Leons said.

  "Hmph… as if he could fail any harder," the disfigured corpse of Adam scoffed.

  "Alden?!" Christina called gently. "King Leons is right. You need to stand up now and face the people. But if you can’t… it’s okay." She gave Alden a warm smile.

  "How unfortunate… You’ll only disappoint her," the corpse sneered. "But no matter, no one expected much from you anyway."

  Alden stood still, staring at the ground, overwhelmed with despair. Kaya placed her hand on his shoulder and smiled at him.

  "It’s okay… I’m with you," she said and stepped forward to face the furious crowd.

  She recalled a conversation she had with her father years ago.

  "Dad… how did you become so loved by the people?" Kaya had asked.

  "Hmm? Isn’t it obvious?! Because of how amazing I am, of course!" Adam replied with a proud grin.

  Kaya sighed. "I want to be like you. I want to earn the people's love and trust, but I don’t know how."

  "You know, I wasn’t always loved by the people. In fact, I didn’t even care about it at first. All I wanted was to live a life of adventure and excitement, free of responsibilities. But when your grandfather, King Solomon, died, I had to grow up and take responsibility. Ruling was tough, and the people doubted whether I was fit to be king. I started losing confidence in myself, but your mother and the current council members stood by me. They helped me regain my confidence.

  "I began proving myself to the people—I made my voice heard and showed them my strength. I made them know who I was and what I was capable of. That’s how I earned their trust. And when the time came to fulfill my promises, I didn’t hesitate or show any fear—I stood as their hero."

  "That’s why they call you Adam the Hero instead of King."

  "Yes… In times of despair, people will seek any means of survival. But when they know there’s someone they can rely on… only then will they have a hero they trust, no matter what."

  Now, in the present…

  "Thank you, Father… Because of you, I know what to do now," Kaya thought.

  "I am Kaya of House Shomron! Princess of the Kingdom of Shomer! My dear people, I know what you are feeling right now... Fear, anger, sorrow, and despair—all these emotions stem from the loss of your king, your protector, and your hero..."

  The crowd gradually quieted down, listening to Kaya.

  "And now, with the emergence of a new enemy, whose identity remains unknown, you feel your lives are threatened... So, you seek refuge in someone you can trust... Someone who can ensure the safety of this kingdom and its people. Someone like... my father. But he is gone, and that has left a wound in all our hearts, especially... Alden. Despite his young age, he carries a great burden, as everyone expects him to be like my father. But that is impossible..."

  'Oooh! The painful truth,' said Adam’s distorted corpse.

  "No one can be like my father, and no one can be like anyone else... That is what makes us unique. What makes Alden special is that, despite this immense burden, he did not want to disappoint you... He did not want to disappoint us... He did not want to disappoint my father. So, he bottled up his emotions and carried all this pressure alone... for the sake of this kingdom. But instead of offering him our support and assistance, we doubted his abilities. Yet, I am certain that if we stand by him and trust him, he will become—just as my father said—a great king and hero in the future..."

  Lyonis and Heimdall widened their eyes in astonishment at what they witnessed. Kor noticed his father’s shock and asked what was wrong.

  "It’s the magic that influenced the atmosphere! It was the cause of all this! And now... it has been lifted!" Lyonis said as he watched the dark aura dissipating from the people.

  "So, I ask you to trust him, just as our former king and hero... King Adam, trusted him."

  A deep silence filled the square for a few moments before someone started chanting.

  "Long live Prince Alden! Long live Prince Alden!"

  Another voice joined in.

  "Long live Prince Alden! Long live Prince Alden!"

  Until the entire crowd was chanting in unison:

  "Long live Prince Alden!! Long live Prince Alden!! Long liv

  Kingdom of Elovatar: The Royal Palace

  Knock... Knock...

  "Come in," said Arwen, his voice calm yet commanding.

  The grand doors of the chamber creaked open, revealing Ardil, the kingdom’s trusted messenger and one of Arwen’s most loyal aides. He stepped inside, his expression tense.

  "My Lord," Ardil greeted with a deep bow, his eyes betraying a sense of urgency.

  "Another monster attack?" Arwen asked, his sharp eyes scanning Ardil's troubled face.

  "No, my Lord," Ardil replied, reaching into his leather satchel. "It’s a red telegram from the Kingdom of Shomer."

  Arwen’s brow furrowed. A red telegram meant an urgent and critical message—often a warning of war, disaster, or death. His fingers trembled slightly as he took the parchment and swiftly unsealed it. His eyes darted across the words, his usual composed demeanor shattering into visible shock.

  "My Lord?!! What's wrong?!!" Ardil took a step forward, concern creeping into his voice.

  Arwen tightened his grip on the paper, his knuckles turning white. "Oh, Ardil, a disaster has befallen the continent. King Adam has been killed!!"

  Ardil staggered backward as if struck by an invisible force. "Impossible?!! But... how?!!"

  "The message doesn’t clarify the details," Arwen said, his mind racing. "But I fear it has something to do with the monster attack yesterday." He turned toward the towering window of his chamber, staring out at the vast lands of Elovatar, his thoughts clouded with worry. "Inform King Rolls and the council members that I am calling for an emergency meeting."

  "Yes, my Lord," Ardil bowed before swiftly leaving.

  Alone in his chamber, Arwen exhaled deeply. "Oh, Adam," he murmured, his voice heavy with sorrow. "I can't believe a warrior like you could be killed. Could they be involved in this?"

  ---

  The Next Day – Kingdom of Shomer: Capital City of Koshin

  The streets of Koshin, usually bustling with merchants, children, and street performers, now carried an air of unease. Rumors spread like wildfire through the crowded alleys and marketplaces, weaving a web of fear and uncertainty.

  "Could the rumor be true?!"

  "Impossible!!"

  "I can't believe it!! King Adam!!"

  "Who could have killed him?!!"

  "Who will be the ruler now?"

  "The monsters are attacking the villages, and no one can stop them."

  "I wonder what caused their sudden aggression?"

  "All the important figures are meeting today. I wonder if it has to do with the emergency announcement?!!"

  A murmur of excitement rippled through the crowd as they noticed an approaching royal carriage, its banners bearing the sigil of Elovatar.

  "Look! It’s the royal carriage from the Kingdom of Elovatar!!"

  "It seems the kingdom is in a state of tension," Urim observed.

  "Of course," Arwen replied. "They’ve just lost their king, and their cities are under attack by magical beasts. They are scared."

  "The loss of their king means the loss of their protector too. If the Shomer family can't control the situation, this could be the end of their reign," Urim said gravely.

  "That’s what worries me," another voice joined in—Elina, Queen of Elovatar. "I’m afraid that Chris and the kids won’t be able to handle this pressure."

  "They have to," Arwen said firmly. "Especially Alden, since he’s the rightful heir to the throne."

  ---

  Royal Palace of Shomer

  Inside the grand hall of the palace, the scent of burning incense mixed with the heavy air of sorrow. Nobles, council members, and foreign dignitaries sat in solemn silence. The golden chandeliers cast a dim glow over their grim faces.

  "Announce the arrival!" a doorman shouted. "Rolls from the Denaes House! King of Elovatar!"

  Christina, now draped in black mourning robes, stood at the entrance of the hall. Though she carried herself with dignity, her eyes betrayed the grief within.

  "Queen Christina," Rolls said, stepping forward with a respectful bow. "On behalf of myself and the Kingdom of Elovatar, I offer my heartfelt condolences."

  "King Rolls, it is an honor to have you here today," Christina replied, her voice steady despite the weight of her sorrow. "It means a lot to our family and to the kingdom as well."

  Arwen stepped forward and bowed. "Queen Christina, the continent has not only lost a king but also one of its great heroes."

  "Thank you, Lord Arwen," Christina said. She gestured toward the grand seating area. "Please, everyone, have a seat. Mr. Zerv, please escort King Rolls and his family to their seats."

  "At your service, Your Majesty," Zerv said with a bow.

  "Excuse me, but could you please go ahead?" Elina asked gently.

  "Sure," Rolls replied.

  As the other royals took their seats, Elina approached Christina and took her hands in her own.

  "Chris," Elina said softly, "I know what you’re feeling right now. If you need anything, I am here for you and for all of you."

  "Thank you, Queen Elina," Kaya spoke up, her voice filled with gratitude.

  Elina smiled warmly. "My dear Kaya, no need for formalities between us. You know that your mother and I are like sisters."

  "I’m sorry, Aunt Elina," Kaya said, shifting nervously. "I just feel a little anxious about what’s coming next."

  "Yes," Elina sighed. "You will have to deal with the people, reassure them, and gain their trust. It won’t be an easy task."

  "That’s not my biggest worry," Christina said, her gaze shifting toward Alden, who sat in silence, his face pale and his eyes distant.

  Since the day his father died, he had been plagued by visions—horrifying, unrelenting. He could see Adam’s lifeless body following him, speaking to him in a distorted voice, laughing mockingly.

  "So… do you think you are worthy of this position? Protecting this kingdom and its people?"

  Alden clenched his fists.

  "You didn't even have the strength to protect your mother when she was about to kill herself. You're not even worthy of being my son... Alden."

  "Alden?" a voice called.

  He jolted upright, realizing Queen Elina was speaking to him.

  "Oh?! Queen... Elina!"

  "Why do you keep calling me like that?" Elina said with frustration. "Anyway, Alden, how are you?"

  "Y... Yes, I’m fine."

  "Good," Elina said, her tone turning gentle. "So… what about your mental state?"

  "What?!"

  "I know you've isolated yourself from everyone after the incident," Elina said, placing her hands on his shoulders. "I know exactly how you feel, Alden. But this isn’t the right way to deal with these feelings. Maybe if—"

  Alden gently grabbed Elina’s hands and pulled them away.

  "Thank you, Queen Elina," he said stiffly. "But I’m fine, so there’s no need to worry. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to greet the guests." He bowed and left without another word.

  "I’ll take care of him," Alrik said, bowing before following after his brother.

  Christina sighed. "He always avoids us…"

  Elina watched him go, her heart heavy with concern.

  Alden’s breath quickened. The nightmare would not end.

  "Hmph, it seems that everyone knows your weakness, so they try to ease your burden," said the distorted voice of Adam's corpse. "But there's no point in comforting a weak and cowardly person like you, is there, Prince Alden?"

  "Prince Alden," said Frank.

  "Huh?! Oh! Sorry, I didn't notice you," Alden replied.

  Frank bowed. "No problem, my Lord. Allow me to express my heartfelt condolences, Prince Alden."

  "Thank you, Sir...?".

  Frank bowed again. "Frank from the Glider House."

  "Glider?! Are you related to Advisor Steven?" Alrik asked.

  "Please, I'm having a conversation with His Highness!" Frank said.

  When Frank lifted his head, he was stunned by who had asked the question.

  Frank bowed again. "Prince Alrik!! Please forgive my rudeness, I didn't know it was you!!"

  "What do you want?" Alden asked.

  "What? Can't I just check on my brother?" Alrik replied.

  "How disgraceful, they've sent someone to keep an eye on you. They don't trust you that much," said the distorted voice of Adam's corpse.

  "I don't need anyone to watch me," Alden said angrily. "Don't follow me."

  "Hmph, idiot," said Alrik.

  "I'm sorry... My Lord," said Frank, still bowing.

  "Oh? You're still here. Go ahead, you may stand," said Alrik and walked away.

  "Th... Thank you, Your Highness," Frank said, thinking, "[What exactly happened? It doesn't seem like Prince Alden is doing well. If he shows weakness, he may not be crowned king. Should I exploit this? No, no... that could end with me in prison. But if it works... maybe I could...]"

  Frank bumped into someone, interrupting his thoughts.

  "Oh?! Sorry," Frank said.

  "No problem... Sir Frank," said Woo-Kilan.

  "Huh!! Mr. Advisor!! I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you," Frank immediately bowed.

  "I've told you before, no problem. Also, why do you seem so tense? Are you alright?"

  "Yes, everything's fine. But since you're here, Mr. Advisor, may I ask you a question, if you allow me?"

  "If I have the answer, I will gladly share it. Go ahead, ask."

  "It's about Prince Alden. As you can see, the prince is still young, so I wonder how he will handle the responsibility of an entire kingdom? He couldn't even recover from his father's death. Maybe it would be better for him and the kingdom if..."

  Woo-Kilan interrupted Frank's words by striking his staff forcefully on the ground, causing everyone in the hall to focus on him.

  "Listen well, boy. Out of respect for your father, I won't have you thrown into prison, but..." Woo-Kilan's tone turned threatening. "If you think about something like this again, I swear that you will..."

  "Mr. Woo-Kilan... is everything alright?" asked Steven.

  "Mr. Steven, yes... everything is fine. Just having a simple conversation with Mr. Frank. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must leave."

  "[Hmph... senile old fool. I swear I will...]" Frank thought, but was interrupted by his father placing a hand on his shoulder.

  "Frank," Steven said in a cold tone.

  "Y... Yes... Father."

  "I don't know what you said to Woo-Kilan to make him so furious, but... knowing you, I think I understand the reason."

  "W... Wait, Dad, let me explain..."

  Steven squeezed Frank's shoulder hard.

  "Ugh..."

  "I've always been embarrassed by you, trying to get close to nobles and high-ranking individuals. But I tolerated it. I know you want to be important, seeking positions and titles, and perhaps even... rulership."

  He tightened his grip on Frank's shoulder.

  "F... F... Father."

  "Let me finish. I'm not as kind as Mr. Woo-Kilan, but since you didn't say this in front of me, I'll settle for stripping you of your titles. But next time you think of something like this... I will kill you with my own hands. Is that clear?"

  "Y... Yes, my Lord."

  "Good."

  Steven left, leaving Frank trembling with fear.

  "Your Majesty," Zerv bowed. "The arrangements for the speech are ready."

  "Good, open the gate and let the people in," Christina said.

  ---

  In the front courtyard of the palace, the people of the Kingdom of Shumer gathered. The council members and nobles stood at the front, while fifteen steps behind them stood the common folk, separated by a line of royal guards. On the palace's front balcony stood the members of the royal families, each accompanied by four of their personal guards.

  Christina stepped forward, with Kaya and Alric behind her, surrounded by their personal guards. Speaking through a magical amplifier, she addressed the crowd:

  "I am Christina of House Shumeron! Queen of the Kingdom of Shumer! I thank our esteemed guests—Chief Heimdall, King Leons, King Rolls, and King Kaldor—for attending today. I also thank the citizens of Shumer for gathering here today for the coronation of the new king and the memorial of our late king, Adam of House Shumeron! I know you all have many questions, and the new king will clarify everything for you. I present to you Alden of House Shumeron! Prince of the Kingdom of Shumer! The rightful heir to the throne!"

  Alden entered, followed by Woo-Kailan. Christina stepped aside to let Alden take the front, now facing the people.

  "What a sight! This is how the whole kingdom will witness your failure," the disfigured corpse of Adam began to laugh.

  Alden took a deep breath in, then exhaled. "I am Alden of House Shumeron! Prince of the Kingdom of Shumer! The rightful heir… to the throne! I regret to inform you that my father, King Adam, has been… murdered! Two nights ago, the palace was infiltrated by unknown enemies. King Adam and the royal guards confronted them…"

  Among the crowd, murmurs began to spread.

  "He's lying.""There were only three intruders.""Did you know that monster attacks started the same night King Adam died?""They’re hiding the truth."

  At the front…

  "Sir," a guard saluted."What is it?" William asked."In the back, among the crowd… there seems to be some unrest.""Unrest? What do you mean?"

  The murmurs grew louder.

  "Don't you know who was behind the attack? It was the Cult of Darkness!""Impossible!""They’ve been lying to us all these years!""The cult still exists!""They’re targeting kings!""Our lives are in danger!""Do you think Prince Alden has the ability to protect us?!""He's just a child! We need another ruler!"

  "Hmm?!" Leons sensed something.

  "What's wrong, Father?" Kor asked.

  "King Leons… did you feel it too?" Heimdall inquired.

  "Yes! A powerful type of magic! A kind of dark magic!"

  Alden continued, "So… I vow to protect the kingdom and its people from—" but he was cut off by the sudden outcry of the people.

  "Lies!!""You are not fit for this position!!""We want the truth!!"

  The disfigured corpse of Adam laughed again. "It seems the people have finally risen!"

  A manic laugh echoed across the courtyard—it belonged to a woman.

  "Apologies, I couldn’t hold back any longer. Just the sight of the little prince fills me with nostalgia."

  "Who is that?!""What is this voice?!""Guards!! Find the source of the voice!!" William commanded.

  "What… is happening?!!" Alden asked.

  "I mean, he has the same terrified expression his father had," the strange woman said. Her voice was sharp and piercing, sending chills through the air.

  "Impossible!!" Christina gasped.

  "It’s… her!!" Alric said fearfully.

  "No way!! You mean?!!" Kaya added.

  "Yes!! It’s me!! I am the reason you are all gathered here today!! I am the cause of all this chaos!! I am…" The woman’s voice grew quieter yet sharper. "The one who killed King Adam!! And I have come to finish my work, which is…"

  An arrow was fired from the top of the palace.

  "To eliminate…"

  The arrow sped toward…

  "Prince… Alden!!"

  Toward Prince Alden…

  Only a meter remained between Alden’s head and the arrow… Someone caught it!! It was King Leons!!

  Alden collapsed to the ground!!

  Everyone was stunned by the attempt on Alden’s life.

  "Ohh!! It looks like it’s your turn now," the disfigured corpse of Adam mocked.

  The woman's laugh spread across the courtyard. All the royal guards readied their weapons and surrounded their lords.

  "Guards!" William shouted. "To the top of the palace!! Now!!"

  "Your Highness, we must return inside the palace!" a guard called. "Your Highness!"

  "Alden!!" Kaya cried as she held him. "Wake up!!"

  "K-Kaya?!!"

  "Hmph," the disfigured corpse scoffed. "Pathetic. Just like that day."

  "It seems you will live another day, prince. Or should I say… king?" The woman laughed as her voice gradually faded away.

  The people erupted into an uproar, demanding Alden be removed from the throne.

  "Damn it!! How did things turn out this way?!!" Steven said, his voice filled with regret.

  At the back of the palace…

  "You there!! Stop immediately!!" William shouted.

  Five individuals, dressed in black cloaks, were attempting to flee. One of them, wielding a magic staff, cast a spell, summoning a massive fire golem.

  "Prepare for battle!!" William commanded his soldiers.

  Back at the front of the palace…

  "Boy… you need to do something before you lose your kingdom," Leons said.

  "Hmph… as if he could fail any harder," the disfigured corpse of Adam scoffed.

  "Alden?!" Christina called gently. "King Leons is right. You need to stand up now and face the people. But if you can’t… it’s okay." She gave Alden a warm smile.

  "How unfortunate… You’ll only disappoint her," the corpse sneered. "But no matter, no one expected much from you anyway."

  Alden stood still, staring at the ground, overwhelmed with despair. Kaya placed her hand on his shoulder and smiled at him.

  "It’s okay… I’m with you," she said and stepped forward to face the furious crowd.

  She recalled a conversation she had with her father years ago.

  "Dad… how did you become so loved by the people?" Kaya had asked.

  "Hmm? Isn’t it obvious?! Because of how amazing I am, of course!" Adam replied with a proud grin.

  Kaya sighed. "I want to be like you. I want to earn the people's love and trust, but I don’t know how."

  "You know, I wasn’t always loved by the people. In fact, I didn’t even care about it at first. All I wanted was to live a life of adventure and excitement, free of responsibilities. But when your grandfather, King Solomon, died, I had to grow up and take responsibility. Ruling was tough, and the people doubted whether I was fit to be king. I started losing confidence in myself, but your mother and the current council members stood by me. They helped me regain my confidence.

  "I began proving myself to the people—I made my voice heard and showed them my strength. I made them know who I was and what I was capable of. That’s how I earned their trust. And when the time came to fulfill my promises, I didn’t hesitate or show any fear—I stood as their hero."

  "That’s why they call you Adam the Hero instead of King."

  "Yes… In times of despair, people will seek any means of survival. But when they know there’s someone they can rely on… only then will they have a hero they trust, no matter what."

  Now, in the present…

  "Thank you, Father… Because of you, I know what to do now," Kaya thought.

  "I am Kaya of House Shomron! Princess of the Kingdom of Shomer! My dear people, I know what you are feeling right now... Fear, anger, sorrow, and despair—all these emotions stem from the loss of your king, your protector, and your hero..."

  The crowd gradually quieted down, listening to Kaya.

  "And now, with the emergence of a new enemy, whose identity remains unknown, you feel your lives are threatened... So, you seek refuge in someone you can trust... Someone who can ensure the safety of this kingdom and its people. Someone like... my father. But he is gone, and that has left a wound in all our hearts, especially... Alden. Despite his young age, he carries a great burden, as everyone expects him to be like my father. But that is impossible..."

  'Oooh! The painful truth,' said Adam’s distorted corpse.

  "No one can be like my father, and no one can be like anyone else... That is what makes us unique. What makes Alden special is that, despite this immense burden, he did not want to disappoint you... He did not want to disappoint us... He did not want to disappoint my father. So, he bottled up his emotions and carried all this pressure alone... for the sake of this kingdom. But instead of offering him our support and assistance, we doubted his abilities. Yet, I am certain that if we stand by him and trust him, he will become—just as my father said—a great king and hero in the future..."

  Lyonis and Heimdall widened their eyes in astonishment at what they witnessed. Kor noticed his father’s shock and asked what was wrong.

  "It’s the magic that influenced the atmosphere! It was the cause of all this! And now... it has been lifted!" Lyonis said as he watched the dark aura dissipating from the people.

  "So, I ask you to trust him, just as our former king and hero... King Adam, trusted him."

  A deep silence filled the square for a few moments before someone started chanting.

  "Long live Prince Alden! Long live Prince Alden!"

  Another voice joined in.

  "Long live Prince Alden! Long live Prince Alden!"

  Until the entire crowd was chanting in unison:

  "Long live Prince Alden!! Long live Prince Alden!! Long live Prince Alden!! Long live Prince Alden!!"

  As everyone cheered for him, Alden noticed something in Kaya—he saw his father’s reflection in her.

  ---

  Later that evening...

  "Let the memorial ceremony begin!" shouted Wu-Kilan.

  Everyone wrote words describing King Adam on lanterns, lit them, and released them into the sky, illuminating the night. Among the words written on the lanterns were "King," "Protector," "Friend," "Husband," "Father," and... "Killer."

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