Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 145 Wait

Cohen let out a sigh of relief: he hadn't understood a thing since then.

Even the guards were starting to doubt themselves.

He was determined to force the two of them to stop this guessing game, no matter what they said, which always made him feel frustrated and isolated—even though it had happened frequently back in the Tower of the End.

"So what?" Cohen said impatiently, "Aren't you going to tell us the truth? The Sword of Calamity? The Secret Society? And why are you here?"

Raphael looked at him, his gaze subtle.

“Hey!” Cohen unconsciously patted his sword. “I wouldn’t mind teaming up with Miranda to deal with you…”

Raphael looked at Cohen and suddenly smiled slightly.

“You know, Cohen,” the young man in white resumed his usual optimistic tone, “I’ve always envied you.”

"A simple world, simple ideas, simple happiness."

"As beautiful as a chivalric romance."

Cohen was taken aback.

Simple……

Knight novels...

Cohen frowned immediately: This guy really knows how to pick the right moment to curse!
Miranda chuckled.

Raphael's eyes flickered as he looked at Miranda's smile.

He then smiled.

A sense of familiarity washed over Cohen.

It seems that things were like this when the three of them were still in the tower.

“Remember, keep a low profile and stay hidden,” Raphael slowly turned around and whispered to them, “Find a good hiding place—and don’t look for people like Gu again.”

The next moment, Raphael's figure disappeared out of the alley.

"Hey!"

Cohen's expression changed, and he was about to chase after her, but Miranda grabbed his arm.

“Cohen!” Miranda said quietly, her head bowed. “Don’t chase after him.”

Cohen looked at Miranda in disbelief.

"You just let him go like that?" The guard raised his hand, indignantly holding it in mid-air. "Our first meeting in three years—and you didn't ask anything? Not even about the Sword of Calamity?"

Miranda didn't look up or in the direction Raphael had disappeared. She said absentmindedly, "There's no need to ask. After all, he still has the mission of the Secret Service."

“And,” Aaron’s daughter’s voice trailed off, “it wasn’t me who ‘let him go’.”

Cohen looked at the female swordsman with a puzzled expression.

“I,” Miranda sighed:

"We can't beat him anymore."

Cohen was stunned.

He stared blankly at the female swordswoman with her head bowed, at the chief among the eight seeds of the Tower of Ending.

wrong.

Cohen suddenly noticed that Miranda's long black hair should have been tied in a ponytail.

But they had already dispersed without anyone noticing.

Cohen was startled, as if remembering something.

He looked down and found Miranda's hair tie in the moonlight.

The hair tie has broken.

The cut is clean—just like being cut by a sword.

Cohen's expression changed instantly.

This was... just when Raphael and Miranda first clashed...

“Him?” Cohen looked at Miranda in disbelief. “Raphael just…held back?”

Battles between swordsmen are always unpredictable.

Killing a swordsman might be easy.

But to show mercy to a swordsman means that one must possess swordsmanship and situational control that are far superior to the opponent's.

The key point is... Cohen clearly remembers that although he ranked second in the overall assessment, among the eight seeds, Raphael was definitely one of the bottom three when it came to one-on-one sword fighting.

But now...

Miranda remained silent.

Cohen gasped for breath, looking at the broken hair tie on the ground, realizing that his former friend had indeed become a stranger.

“Miranda,” Cohen began with difficulty, his thoughts in turmoil, “what was the meaning of that last story you told, the one about the knight and the princess…?”

Miranda remained silent for a few seconds.

“Hmph, Cohen,” Miranda said with a wry smile, “as the son of the ‘Twin Towers’ Karabyan family, your historical knowledge is truly terrible.”

Cohen blushed.

Ok.

He had no choice but to accept it.

But he really isn't familiar with the history of the period of the Kings! Isn't that something historians should be doing?

“That knight was named Comora Carloser,” Miranda explained in a low voice, looking at the ground and shaking her head. “And that princess, the daughter of his enemy, later became his wife.”

"What a cheesy plot!"

Cohen frowned. "Wait... Comora, doesn't that name sound familiar?"

Miranda ignored him and continued her story:

"After that, the knight fought for twenty years, quelled the terrible war, brought peace and stability, and established the kingdom he had envisioned."

Cohen's brow furrowed more and more.

The terrible war was quelled...

An ideal country was established...

“Because his achievements were so great and unprecedented, even the patriarch of the Church of the Holy Spirit could not find a suitable coronation and investiture ceremony for him,” Miranda chuckled and said quietly, “so the knight’s wife personally wove a jasmine wreath to crown him.”

"His subordinates and the people gave him an unprecedented title..."

Miranda finished speaking calmly:

"The Supreme Emperor".

At that moment, Cohen's mouth was wide open.

"This is the story of the first emperor in history, Emperor Comoros, who conquered all sides and established an ancient empire."

Cohen stared blankly, scratching his hair incessantly.

Well... it seems his knowledge of history is indeed very poor.

“So, Raphael means…” Cohen asked hesitantly.

Just then, something unexpected happened.

Miranda turned her head and suddenly reached out her hands, placing them on Cohen's broad shoulders.

He hugged the guard.

Then, she buried her face in his chest.

Then he pressed his entire body weight down on Cohen.

Cohen froze.

one second.

two seconds.

Three seconds passed.

Cohen stared blankly at Miranda in his arms.

The next moment, he realized what was happening and was so frightened that he was scared out of his wits!

What's going on here?
Miranda… the fierce-looking Miranda—was actually in his arms…

its not right!
That’s not how the script was written!
As the Far Eastern proverb says—a friend's wife is not a good choice…

If she comes to her senses, I'll be...

If Raphael knew, I wouldn't...

Just now.

"sorry!"

The female swordsman's words, trembling and choked with sobs, came muffledly from Cohen's embrace.

Cohen was immediately taken aback.

A sob? “From now on, think of yourself as a wall,” Miranda’s voice was surprisingly muffled and distorted: “I need to lean on you for a while.”

She looked like she was about to cry.

Cohen looked down at Miranda in disbelief.

The sight of the usually strong and independent female swordswoman in this state surprised Cohen even more than if she had rushed into his arms to confess her love.

Cohen also noticed that Miranda, who was resting her face against his chest, had her hands on his shoulders trembling slightly.

“Um, Miranda,” a flustered Cohen could only awkwardly pat Miranda on the back:
"It's alright, you are the seeded champion of the Tower of Endings, and the future Duchess of the North, Lady Miranda Aarond!"

"No matter what happens, you can..."

and many more.

Cohen was taken aback.

He recalled Miranda's keen observation skills.

Could it be that……

“Miranda?” Cohen was taken aback. “Did you discover something during the battle just now? So… your conversation with Raphael started to go strange after the fighting began.”

Miranda trembled again in his arms.

Cohen confirmed his guess.

“It was Raphael, wasn’t it? You struck his sword—and then you discovered something!” Recalling Raphael’s appearance, Cohen gritted his teeth and asked, “Raphael… what happened to him?”

Miranda flinched again.

Cohen felt a pang of indescribable sadness as he looked at Miranda.

"I can't tell you, but..."

"very bad."

As Miranda's hoarse voice rang out, the female swordsman's head, nestled in Cohen's arms, trembled slightly once more.

“Something terrible happened to Raphael.”

"It's terrible."

"Very bad."

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Valhalla, Hall of Heroes.

"Speak," Grand Duke Kuricun Ronnie, with his long hair, frowned as he looked at Thales, whose expression was strange, and said in his usual serious tone, "If Walton really allies with Rumba, what are your plans?"

Thales opened his mouth slightly, somewhat embarrassed: "Well, actually..."

Just now.

A second set of footsteps came from outside the stone hall.

The two people in the hall turned their gazes at the same time.

As the shadow moved into the hall, a third person appeared before Thales and Grand Duke Ronnie.

Thales stared blankly at the newcomer.

With a puzzled look on his face, the Grand Duke of Exter, Perseus Trudida, the Reconstruction Tower, looked up at Grand Duke Ronnie, then at Thales.

“Oh dear, oh dear,” Trudida said, meeting Ronnie’s gaze with a strange expression. “Your Highness Thales, you didn’t tell me you invited other people—and, of course, the glorious and proud Ronnie?”

"You're also interested in these kinds of conspiracies and intrigues?"

Grand Duke Ronnie frowned deeply, deep in thought.

Thales gave an awkward laugh: "Please don't take offense..."

These two people?

"Thump...thump...thump..."

Another sound of footsteps came from outside the hall.

Ronnie and Trudida exchanged a glance and looked at the newcomer.

With those aged footsteps, the bald-headed Grand Duke Lyco, guarding the northern city, cautiously strolled into the council chamber.

Thales took a deep breath.

three people?
Three Grand Dukes?

"Hmm?" The elderly Grand Duke Leco was slightly taken aback when he saw the three people in the room: "It seems this place is quite lively?"

"It seems someone's making a fool of us?" Trudida stared at Thales with a complicated expression. "This little prince of the stars promised me a private meeting..."

“Boy,” Grand Duke Ronnie began slowly, his expression fierce, “you…”

Thales' face twitched as he forced a smile: "It's not what you think..."

"I knew there was something wrong!" A clearly displeased voice reached the ears of the four people in the hall.

Thales, Ronnie, Trudida, and Leco all turned around: Grand Duke Rebian Aurelius, with a thick beard, strode into the council chamber with a gloomy face.

Thales let out a deep sigh.

Four Grand Dukes.

“It seems,” Thales opened his eyes and said helplessly, “that my esteemed lords…”

"They're all secretly plotting to overthrow the Walton royal family..."

"I'm very interested!"

The four dukes looked at each other, and soon they understood what was going on.

“I understand,” Archduke Aurelius said angrily, looking at the stiff-faced Thales. “Boy, you didn’t say the same thing to everyone, did you?”

“I really admire you,” Grand Duke Ronnie with long hair sighed and shook his head. “A few words from him were enough to lure all of us here.”

Thales took a deep breath, enduring the hostile gazes of the several grand dukes.

"Then why don't we wait a bit longer? Until all five of us are here?" Trudida said sarcastically. "Maybe that kid Pefit is on his way?"

Just as Thales was about to succumb to the questioning of the grand dukes, more and more footsteps began to sound.

The four dukes frowned simultaneously and looked around.

Inside the council chamber, many people dressed as guards and servants filed in.

Many braziers were lit.

The stone hall was instantly as bright as day.

A familiar, weathered voice rang out:

"It really touched me."

The aged voice caused all four dukes to change color simultaneously.

“The ruthless and decisive Rabian Aurelius.”

"The cunning and sly Perseus Trudida"

"Kurikun Ronnie, who never smiles."

"And then there's Rogers Lyco, who seems so honest."

"With just a little provocation, four grand dukes are already suspecting and plotting against your king?"

"I'm not even dead yet, and you're already in such a hurry to set your sights on Exter's throne?"

Surrounded by two rows of guards with bayonets and by Myrk, King Nunn Walton VII strode into his council chamber with a dignified expression.

King Exter ascended to the high seat at the long table beneath the Soul-Slaying Spear, raised his head, and cast his gaze upon the four dukes.

At that moment, Thales suddenly realized that the old king was actually incredibly tall.

Marquis Slade and Puttier also came to Thales' side from the crowd. The former nodded to him with his usual smile, while the latter pursed his lips and observed everything in the room.

The four dukes exchanged glances with varying expressions, then looked at King Nuen.

“Go to hell, brat,” Archduke Aurelius spat, glaring at Thales, “colluded with the King… and played us all for a fool?”

"What do we do now, Your Majesty?" Ronnie plopped down on the long table without a care in the world. "Are we going to punish us just because the four of us came to the council chamber for a chat?"

“Or,” Trudida gave Thales a malicious look that sent a chill down the latter’s spine, “the brat over there is going to accuse us of plotting against the throne?”

“Our entourage and guards are all up there, Your Majesty,” Grand Duke Lyco exhaled, his expression complex. “Now is the best opportunity ever to eliminate us.”

Oops.

Thales sighed, suddenly realizing that he seemed to have attracted a lot of hatred.

Thales could only give an awkward smile and shrug: "Actually, these are all His Majesty Nunn..."

Just then, King Nuen interrupted him.

“Perseus is right,” King Nunn exhaled slowly, his weathered yet majestic voice echoing in the stone hall: “There is only one thing we need to do.”

Under King Nuen's sharp gaze, the four dukes were all taken aback.

The old king spoke slowly in his aged yet powerful voice:
"Wait."

Regarding the story of Emperor Comoros, I will update a side story six in the related sections of the work soon. Interested readers can refer to it.

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