What was happening? Why was his blood devouring the old High Priest Gorm?
Could it be that because he possessed a chaotic constitution, his blood also had the ability to "devour"?
In the end, Eric could only come up with this explanation.
Looking around at the crowd in wild celebration, Eric knew that even if he denied it, these people wouldn't believe him.
Seeing the elders awaiting his response, Eric sighed softly and said, "Since you've already accepted me, I won't refuse. I will find a perfect solution for you."
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
The entire Gotthob Palace was plunged into a frenzy of celebration. Everyone was laughing and rejoicing as if their "Magic King" had already led them to stand atop this land's highest peak once more.
Whether monks or knights, men or women, everyone raised their arms in cheers, singing and dancing in public places.