Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 415 Holy Son
"Our friends have already begun to act, Your Majesty."

In a dark room, the fifth ancestor giant Vikia lowered his head humbly. The dim light shone through the narrow window, illuminating his elegant face with distinct light and shadow. "Should we start preparing for that matter in advance?"

Kalerius was completely hidden in the shadows at the end of the dark room. He gently supported his chin with one hand and said after a moment of hesitation, "Go ahead and start the attack the next moment Lucia gets the news. No matter how fast the blade is, once it loses its direction of assassination, it will only hurt itself."

"Yes."

After receiving the order, Vikia did not leave. Instead, he raised his eyes slightly as Kalerius's gaze narrowed, and said, "Your Majesty, there is one more thing."

Callelius remained silent.

According to common sense, Vikia should shut up and leave at this time, not to mention that he is the most sensible one among all the ancestors.

But he still paused for a few seconds and insisted: "The Holy Son's birthday is approaching, and he suddenly wants to see His Majesty. For this reason, the teacher left the front line and headed south to the Holy Land. He will arrive at the latest tomorrow evening. This is not an appropriate thing to do."

"That's enough," Callelius shouted.

"I understand your loyalty, Lord Vikia," Kalerius hesitated for a moment, and his rock-hard face softened slightly. "That's enough. Please leave first."

"Yes"

Watching the figure disappear behind the secret door, the king, who had been on the throne for only a few months, let out a soft sigh.

On the afternoon of the second day, in the temporary palace west of the Giants' Cemetery, Karelius met the high priest Gulag, who had arrived in a dusty state, and behind him followed a young man who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old.

They arrived earlier than the agreed time.

Kalelius hosted a banquet for the audience. The fourth ancestor Hilber, the eighth ancestor Heldiron, and the ninth ancestor Amodia who were accompanying him were all present. However, the fifth ancestor Vikia, who had just appeared yesterday, was nowhere to be seen.

"Angmar!" The young man jumped out from behind the Gulag and rushed over to hug Kalerius enthusiastically, "I missed you!"

After hearing this call, Heldiron and Amodia looked a little unnatural.

Hilbert sneered, and his pair of strange eyes looked at the Son of God repeatedly, causing the latter to subconsciously shrink behind Kalelius, with a hint of hidden hatred flashing in his eyes.

As the real protagonist of the banquet, the high priest Gulag immediately showed an unhappy look on his face and scolded: "Your Highness, please do not be rude! Your Majesty is now the master of the royal court, and you can no longer use the old address!"

"That's fine." Kalerius said with a casual smile, "Holy Son, you can call me whatever you want. The high priest must have come from afar and it must be hard. Please take a seat first."

"This old minister thanks your majesty."

The seating arrangement at the banquet was quite particular. The Son of God's seat was arranged next to Kalelius, with the front and back flush, except that the table and chair were slightly smaller. Gulag's seat was at the first position at the bottom.

Among the four ancestors, the eighth ancestor Heldiron has the largest seat, followed by Amodia, and Hilber and Gulag have the smallest seats. It seems that the difference in seats between the Son of God and Kalelius seems to be determined only by the difference in their body shapes, rather than their status.

"Angmar..." The Son of God looked around, swallowed his saliva and said, "Why can't I see the ancestor Ophelia? Didn't she also follow you to the south?"

Calelius smiled faintly and did not respond. Hilber smiled tenderly and said, "Why, Your Highness, do you like Sister Ophelia so much? Is it because I am not beautiful or not to your taste?"

"Shut up!" Perhaps because he was sitting next to Kalerius, the Son of God seemed to be much bolder. He said angrily, "I'm asking about Angmar, and you, a servant, have the right to interrupt?"

As soon as these words came out, Hilbert's expression immediately turned cold, and he unabashedly released the spiritual pressure of a hero. The whole banquet hall was suddenly shrouded in a terrifying aura!
boom--

Gulag smashed the cup at hand, his two dark eye sockets slowly opened, and the smile on his face looked a little eerie.

"Your Highness," he first "looked" at the Holy Son, "The whereabouts of the Ophelia Ancestor is related to military intelligence. According to the laws of the dynasty, it is not appropriate for you to ask Your Majesty this question now. How about waiting until the war is over before discussing it?"

The invisible gaze cast over, and the Holy Son immediately wilted a little, nodding repeatedly and saying, "The High Priest is right, we'll discuss it later, we'll discuss it later." Then Gulag looked at Hilber again, and his tone softened a little, as if he was negotiating, "Since the Holy Son is still young, can the Fourth Ancestor also take a step back?"

Hilbert put away his coercion in an instant, and his cold expression seamlessly changed into a gorgeous smile. He chuckled and said, "I have always respected the high priest. I just thought that Your Highness would be too bored after coming from afar, so I just made a joke."

"Well, be it a misunderstanding or a joke, the war is tense right now, and this is a rare opportunity for me to be reunited with everyone. Although there are still a few brothers and sisters who are not here, we can just treat them as celebrating with us from afar. Let's all raise our glasses and wish the Holy Son a happy birthday."

Callelius was the first to raise his glass and drink it all.

The Son of God had an awkward smile on his face. He raised his glass and nodded to the four ancestors. After everyone raised their glasses to congratulate each other, they all drank it all in one gulp.

There is a king in the royal court, ten ancestors, and from Kalelius onwards, including the first ancestor, the Son of God, more than half of the eleven top giants are here. But after the commotion just now, the atmosphere is neither solemn nor warm, and it always lingers on the dividing line between awkwardness and danger.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, the high priest arranged for the Son of God to go back and rest, and then discussed the southern expedition strategy with everyone before leaving. Only Kalelius and the three ancestors were left on the field, and the atmosphere suddenly became depressing.

Yamodia slapped the table in front of her and smashed it, shouting, "How dare that little bastard call you His Majesty like that!"

Angmar - Translated from the ancient Giant language into the Common Language, it roughly means "Big Horse".

That was the time when Gulag was not yet the high priest, and the Son of God was not yet the Son of God. Today's Giant King Calerius was just a mountain goblin at that time, serving as their attendant and personal guard.

They were called personal guards, but the Giant King's Court at that time was just a group of mountain goblin survivors who had an undying desire to restore their country and hid their delusions deep in their hearts. How could an old remnant of the old royal court like Gulag, with a child who was rumored to be the orphan of the last high priest Saint Helenmur, be truly an elite personal guard selected from thousands of troops?
Callelius was just a strong and capable mountain troll slave. After being rescued, he followed this old servant and young master, serving as both a attendant and a slave.

During the days when they were cowering in the depths of the Giants' Cemetery, the young Saint Edmur often rode on the neck of Calerius to play, and made a bold promise that he would ride the "Angmar" on the battlefield in the future to recapture the territory plundered by the Golden Dynasty.
But no one thought at that time that when they actually found the most precious legacy of the old royal court mentioned by Gulag - the method of evolving a mortal body into a giant hero, they discovered that the forbidden door would not show more favor to the bloodline of the heroic ancestors.

It only recognizes power and the potential that can be converted into power at any time.

The young Edmur was not up to the task. At least in the foreseeable future, he would be unable to realize the talent that should belong to the royal blood and support a new royal court.

On the contrary, the inconspicuous slave, as soon as he stepped into the forbidden door, quickly grew into a being that even Gulag had to look up to.

Therefore, after consultation between Gulag, Kaleris, Edmur and nine other outstanding Founding Titans, this agreement between the new king and the Son of God was reached.

Before Edmur fully grows up, Kaleris temporarily serves as the Giant King, and with the assistance of the high priest Gulag and the nine ancestors, they establish a new dynasty of giants. When the Son of God has the power to compete for the throne, he will take over the royal power from the latter and become the new master of the royal court.

Gulag firmly believes that he can be a good Grunsanx of the new giant dynasty, and Karelius will also be a good Lance and For under the joint constraints of himself and the ancestor, until Edmur becomes an existence that surpasses Lucia.

However, this agreement has gradually lost its binding force as Calerius' power and prestige grow. That's why Gulag has repeatedly mentioned the tradition in front of Calerius, and even temporarily left his post and went south in the ridiculous name of "birthday celebrations" in order to once again strengthen the Son of God's existence in front of the royal court.

But no one on either side had expected that the Son of God, who had been relatively decent under the teachings of Gulag, had fallen into such an ugly state after staying in the Holy Land for less than half a year. He also turned a banquet that was supposed to be used to establish authority into a stage for watching jokes.

The Son of God himself was the only clown on the stage, and as the two sides of the audience, Callelius's faction felt that the king was greatly insulted, and the high priest also felt that his old face was slapped and it hurt.

"What's the point of talking about this now?" Hilbert glanced at Amodia. "It's only because Ophelia went to the Western Front this time, otherwise who knows how much trouble that little bastard would have caused!"

When the royal court was first established, Edmur had coveted her beauty, but he was punished by Hilber's ruthless means and was locked up for several days by the high priest before he reluctantly calmed down. After that, he only dared to show a somewhat "pursuing" attitude towards Ophelia.

Now it seems that without the constant restraint of the high priest, the so-called Son of Saint Helenmur is nothing more than a useless waste than Greg of the Golden Dynasty, and even more stupid than those most filthy and corrupt human noble children in the rumors.

How can we restore the glory of the Giant Dynasty with such a waste?
"The high priest and the Holy Son will return tomorrow—" Kalerius rubbed his brows, looking a little tired. "In any case, let's put aside our prejudices and fight this battle well first."

The three ancestors looked at each other, and finally nodded and said, "As you wish."

(End of this chapter)