Chapter 15 The King

The day of the ceremony had arrived, and the people were bustling in the streets, crowding the places and leaving no room for vehicles. Guards and soldiers were tightly guarding the envoy caravans as they marched towards the castle. Citizens could see the various emblems of kingdoms, clans, nobles, and temples. They saw the greatest masters on the planet giving congratulations to their new king.

"Do you think he will notice us?" the masked figure gazed outside through the window. He saw the long line of people and the blue sky, which hadn't appeared since the establishment of the factories.

"Our kingdom needs their assistance. The council is struggling to balance them due to their internal conflicts. Technology alone cannot develop our country," the man said, showing his smile. He was a bright person seeking hope from the foreign country despite their independent status. His eyes were filled with confidence and strength.

"Sigh* You never change, do you? Well, it is my fault for being your friend," the masked man spoke, touching his arm with awkwardness. He was hiding his irregularities from the world since it was unusual.

The castle was receiving guests with its entire power. Ragnar was overseeing the gate as he observed Stormwind kingdom delegates. He knew they were from their rival country and he was on guard. Although he was strong, he wasn't a fool.

"You look tired, Ragnar. Don't you want to see your son?" Eldrich said, handing him a bottle of drink he made before. It was a special energy drink that could boost people and increase their mana for a short duration. Therefore it was regarded as a military-grade product that could enhance people's capabilities if they took it in large quantities.

Ragnar opened the bottle and drank it in one gulp. He wiped his mouth and threw the bottle in the trash as he sat on the chair. He looked at his axe and replied with a serious look.

"He won't forgive me, Prime Minister. He will hate me forever for her death. Perhaps that is the karma of me, and I don't blame him. He is my son, after all. I can't tear off my flesh and blood."

His black hair seemed to turn gray when he mentioned his wife and son. His only regret was this. The strong man who showed no fear or mercy was expressing his bitter side.

Eldrich took off his monocle and wiped it with a silk cloth. His red eyes focused on Ragnar's face to show his pity. He couldn't bear to watch his ally and friend suffer in this way, but there was nothing he could do. In the first place, this was his family's matter, and he had no power or vision here.

"Talking with someone sometimes helps you to lessen your burden, my friend. A sick heart and mind can kill its owner," he said, handing tea with a tightly sealed paper. It was a limited edition of rare herb tea that is made only 20 kg annually. Ragnar took the tea with silence and put it away in his pocket. He knew what Eldrich was saying, but he couldn't do that.

Constantine was tired of meeting with the envoys after a long day. Although he still maintained his elegance and majesty, his mind was drifting somewhere.

"We greet the new king," the envoys with the symbol of wind wing emblems bowed down. Unlike other kingdoms, they had a strong sense of hospitality and despise in their eyes. This strongly stimulated his desire to test his so-called rival country.

He raised his hand to gesture to them. The envoys got up from the ground and looked at him.

"You dare to look at my eyes? Don't you fear death?" Constantine spoke while putting his chin on his hand. He crossed his legs and emanated his aura, trying to intimidate them despite his status as the king, but surprisingly, they didn't flinch.

"We are the vanguard of our kingdom. We don't tremble in the face of death. We will die with glory and justice," the knight said calmly. As a vanguard and knight, he had no desire to kneel before any king except for his own.