Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1938 1910. [Limb Reattachment] Ge Fuya
"How long has it been since we last met, Griffith?"

Laqad's face broke into a smile again as he walked past two trolls toward the heavy, sturdy carriage.

The mountain demon stopped, and the door to the rear carriage opened. Amidst heavy footsteps, the people inside the carriage stepped out.

“We’ve barely met, Your Excellency the Chief Justice.”

A figure much larger than Laqad appeared before the people, casting a shadow.

His overall appearance is similar to Greke's, only a bit older.

However, his body no longer resembles that of a human.

A large, finely stitched blanket embroidered with golden tree patterns was draped over him.

The blanket wrapped his body tightly, which made his overall silhouette stand out even more.

His head was still similar to Greke's, but his body was disproportionately bloated and enormous.

Underneath the blanket, one could vaguely see many strip-shaped objects undulating and stretching.

"It doesn't matter how many times we've met, Your Excellency Gavrilo," Lakad said with his smile unchanged. "In these morally corrupt times, what matters is acting uprightly."

"Yes, it is most important to act uprightly. That is true."

Goffia stood before Laqad.

He was much larger than his opponent, but in terms of imposing presence, Gofua was much weaker than Laqad.

There are differences even among demigods.

After all, strictly speaking, being a demigod in the Golden Dynasty is a title that can be bestowed. This title is related to combat strength, but it is not actually the deciding factor.

Ultimately, even Grek is a demigod. He is the son of Griffia, a legitimate member of the Golden Clan from birth, and therefore a demigod of the dynasty.

After greeting Lacard, Griffin's disproportionately small head turned to Gideon Ofnir.

"Good day, Sir Hundred Wisdom."

"Good day, Lord Grovea."

Bai Zhi responded politely and courteously.

But this did not improve the expression on Griffith's face even slightly.

“Ever since my nephew, [Golden] Godwin, was assassinated, I’ve wanted nothing more than to teleport back to Rodel immediately,” Griffith suddenly said. “But I didn’t, Sir Hundred. You should know why.”

Before Gideon Ofnir could answer after bowing, Laqad interrupted with a smile.

"This is of course because His Excellency Griffia is concerned about the dynasty and its people. Nymgford is not only a remote borderland, but also the last territory of a powerful enemy to be conquered by the dynasty in the war of the giants. The more dangerous the changes, the more important it is to have key figures."

The Grand Justice spoke with great pomp and sincerity, seemingly genuinely admiring Griffia, the demigod of the Golden Clan who guarded Nymgford, praising his loyalty, thoughtfulness, mental stability, and resilience.

After Raccard finished praising them, he turned his head to look at Gideon Ofnir, who looked like a little child in front of the two demigods.

"You think so too, right, Sir Hundred Wisdom?"

Bai Zhi could only reply dryly, "You're right."

But Ge Fuya merely glanced at the two of them, seemingly uninterested in the undercurrents between them.

"But after the blessings of the Golden Law were shaken, I could no longer sit idly by. So I took only these guards and entourage and rushed back to Rodel."

"But halfway there, in Lienia... I heard through the grapevine that a new king had emerged. The Blessed King had become the new master of the dynasty."

There was a hint of danger in Ge Fuya's eyes.

“Please tell me I misheard, this is a misconception, Sir Hundred Wisdom.”

“…This information is correct, my lord,” Gideon Ofnir could only continue speaking dryly.

But Griffith did not fly into a rage; he simply nodded. “So, he is not the King of Elden, is he, Sir? Otherwise, if a new King of Elden were to appear, everyone in the world who receives the blessing should feel it.”

“His Majesty certainly… cannot be called the King of Elden.” Sir Hundred-Minded sighed inside his helmet, “But he is undoubtedly the King of Rodel! A true descendant of the Golden Clan!”

"A legitimate descendant!" It was only this sentence that ignited Ge Fuya's anger! "A legitimate descendant who popped up out of nowhere!?"

"I've thought through the entire history of the Golden Clan, but I just can't figure it out!"

"Is this Blessed King born to Queen Marika and my brother, or to [the King's Consort] Radagan?"

“You don’t remember your brother having any other children,” Lakad chimed in, “and I don’t remember my father having any other children either.” “Then where did this guy come from?!”

With a single sentence from each of Goffia and Lacard, they not only affirmed Goffia's doubts but also left Gideon Ofnier speechless.

"Please calm down, Lord Griffith," Sir Hundred could only try to soothe him. "The Blessed King possesses the fragment of the Ring of Fortune at its center, this is..."

But Bai Zhi's attempts to appease him only earned him a cold laugh from Ge Fuya: "The Circle of Gravity?"

"He's the center of gravity of the Dharma Ring, but I'm not?"

The pattern, as if flowing with gold, outlined several nested rings and appeared in the air in front of Gefia.

Lakad glanced at it and was very satisfied: "Haha, this is indeed a fragment of the magic ring at the center position. In my opinion, although it is slightly lower in position than the legendary Great Rune of the Blessed King, it is more worthy of being called the center position!"

“I am a demigod of the Golden Dynasty. At this critical juncture, if [Golden] Godwin were to succeed to the throne, I would remain impaled at Nymgford! But…”

Griffith looked at Gideon Ofnir with furious eyes, as if he were looking at a traitor who had disrupted the order of the dynasty.

"Can just anyone step forward and overtake my line of succession? Can anyone steal my legal claims? What do you think the Golden Dynasty is?!"

"Given how things have developed, who should enter the Golden Tree to meet the imprisoned Queen and the Ring of Law, and become the new King of Elden, to minimize the impact and losses? You call yourself the 'Master of Wisdom,' can't you figure it out?"

Of course Bai Zhi could come up with that.

From the time of [King Fu] Radagan's reign, the Golden Dynasty began to improve from the ancient tribal system to a system of hereditary rule, becoming more civilized.

If the first legal transition of this golden dynasty is to proceed smoothly, the best way is to follow the inertia of Ladagan's rule and formally initiate the legal succession model at the border.

This abandons the previous model where all the powerful figures led their respective forces to fight each other until only one victor remained to meet the Elden Ring of Law.

As for the most orthodox legal principles, one can see from the Great Runes that after Godwin's death, it was undoubtedly Godwin.

...But it has already been clearly stated that this is the 'normal situation'.

The two fingers of the round table don't want the Golden Law to become a thing of the past, and they don't want the law to be replaced. What they're doing now is completely abnormal!
Griffith's situation was the same as Lacard's; Twofinger simply didn't believe that Lacard would stand with him to protect the Golden Law until the very end.

Therefore, I definitely won't choose him.

"You're not speaking, Sir Hundred Wisdom." Griffith took a deep breath, calming his anger. "Huff... Is it because you know you're wrong?"

After a moment of silence, Gideon Ophniel spoke: "...This has nothing to do with reason anymore, Lord Griffith."

He raised his head and looked up at the two demigods: "The Blessed King has ascended the throne; he is now the King of Rodel. The rest of you who covet the throne... that is usurpation and rebellion."

At this point, the atmosphere had completely cooled down.

At this moment, the knights who had been lined up behind Gefia's carriage also arrived nearby with a whoosh, and formed a battle formation that was much smaller than the Gemir Volcano knights's, with an orderly bearing that was in no way inferior.

The battle formation also lacked flank protection, facing directly towards the walls of Rodel. Their actions demonstrated their stance.

Finally, the knights who had come all the way from Nymgford stood in neat rows, their shields and weapons snapping shut with a crisp 'click'.

The carrying mode has changed from being worn on the back to being held in the hand in preparation for battle.

After the sound, the entire army stood at attention, and there was no further noise.

The somber atmosphere transformed the once gentle and warm golden landscape of the Yatan Plateau, making the gold seem to take on a metallic quality and a sharp edge.

In the chilling silence, Lakad moved his feet imperceptibly, and before anyone knew it, he was standing behind and to the side of Gevya.

Despite having more people, arriving earlier, and possessing greater personal strength, he was acting as if Ge Fuya was in charge.

"I'm only giving you one month." In the oppressively heavy atmosphere, Griffith spoke in a low voice, "In this month, either bring out that self-proclaimed king, Roderly, and let him explain who he really is! Or..."

"I will take back what is rightfully mine! I demand an audience with the Queen!"

“This is a reasonable request!” Lakad, standing behind Gofia, immediately echoed solemnly, “It couldn’t be more reasonable and upright! And it’s even tolerant! Please don’t worry, Lord Gofia. While your army is constantly arriving from Nymgford, I cordially invite you to stay in my camp. I swear on my honor! I will protect your safety until your legitimate demands are met!”

Now he no longer called Ge Fuya "Your Excellency," but directly addressed him as "Sir."

But now, Baizhi felt a chill run down his spine: another demigod holding the central rune was about to be carried towards Rodel!
The appeal derived from legal principles is no joke!

“I must remind you, sir!” Bai Zhi could only struggle one last time. He said in a deep voice, even with a hint of threat in his tone, “Your only son, young master Grek, is still in Rodel City!”

Ge Fuya's face twitched slightly, but he eventually regained his composure and calm.

"If you insist on going this far, then I have nothing to say. Let this be the fate my son deserves!"

(End of this chapter)