Lords: From Civilization to the Stars.

Chapter 19 Love, only love!
Joshua was not a coward.

He once participated in the Knight's Tournament, slaughtered countless orcs in the Green Tide, took their skulls as trophies, and founded his own knight order.

In his hometown, he is also a legend of some magnitude. From the unpopular second son of a country knight to the respected knight of the Order, he considers himself a successful figure.

Even in the green tide, he had witnessed the spectacular scene of the kingdom's knights roaring and charging at those abominable orc colossi and witchcraft creations. He even helped the Knights' Grand Lord cut off the spine of an orc servant when he was fighting against the orc leader.

Joshua once thought that he was seeing the greatest and most spectacular scene in the old world.

How could anything be more grand than the grand spectacle of the Knights with flying flags colliding head-on with the Green Tide and winning?
Until now, he had seen the eyes that were beyond human cognition and imagination. Those eyes were no longer ordinary things, but witnesses of a ceremony.

Even if this person is dead, his eyes cannot decay, because those eyes have recorded a great moment. A will, an idea, a moment when the sky and the earth were torn apart with a ritual.

The moment he looked into those eyes, Joshua felt as if he was in a nightmare.

He saw a figure manipulating magic comparable to that of the continent as if by instinct, instantly tearing apart the world's magical winds, and then bombarding them into a controllable torrent.

The spreading gentle wind path is the source of the strange noises in the ocean and sky today, an unimaginable great wonder, a great building of brutal magic manipulation created with the original killing and the most fundamental primitive will.

And the founder of the building, the terrifying man who tore the sky and the earth apart, was standing on the shore, smiling and opening his arms to them.

"Thank you for coming all the way here, everyone from the Chivalrous Expeditionary Force."

Sound cannot possibly travel that far, so it must not be the will of the sound that echoes in everyone's mind.

'I have here any luxury you want, including the honor you desire, the holy objects you hope for, everything you want.'

'And all of this only requires a trivial promise, no, it should be a vow to each other. I swear I will not hurt you, I swear on everything, I will not distort the oath and testimony, I will always tolerate you.'

'But on the contrary, I hope you can come down now, come to my side, and witness the world I have prepared for you. As long as you put down your weapons, as long as you follow the steps of your heart, as long as you witness everything I have created for you, you will naturally understand why I do this and why I do this.'

The voice rose in the corner of everyone's mind, and even the knights were at a loss, looking at the existence on the coast in shock.

They had witnessed wizard wars, seen great things, and some had even witnessed unimaginable battlefields, but everything before them was beyond their imagination.

Is this an attempt to persuade someone to surrender?

why?
How did he know the destination of the chivalrous expedition? How did he determine his own location?

The fleet has been silent for a long time, and the faith in the goddess has always protected their ships. The chivalrous expedition is the trial and slaughter of heretics, but why did that man do this?

What was even more terrifying was that all the chivalrous knights were horrified to find that they could actually feel the sincerity of that voice, and even became greatly shaken. All the knights looked at each other, and even felt that the oath in the dark did not seem to be any deception.

Although his words seemed like fairy tales, they seemed to be true.

'You still have doubts, you are wondering why I do this? But the answer is actually very simple.'

It was hard to tell whether it was male or female, but it rumbled in everyone's mind with infinite will and firm thoughts, as if to completely tear their will to resist apart. 'Because I love you.'

The thunderous sound conveys unimaginable tenderness.

'This is not a twisted love. I will not twist your mind or make you lose your sense of self.'

'In my arms, you will always enjoy peace and tranquility. Whenever you encounter difficulties, pain, or suffering, you can think of me and call on me. And I will definitely solve all your troubles.'

'All I ask of you is that you obey my command. I need you to help each other and watch over each other in this troubled world. Apart from that, all you need is to love yourself. Because we are supposed to be one, without any distinction -'

"——Don't be bewitched!"

Joshua shouted loudly, holding his head.

The ability of the chivalrous knight allowed his voice to be instantly transmitted to every corner of the ship.

"He is definitely a wizard, a powerful wizard! We have seen such an enemy before, haven't we? He speaks with a fluent Coronic accent, and he is a treacherous wizard! He stole our holy relics and lied to us! He-"

"——And the most important point."

Everyone heard a different accent, but the voice with the same dignity and conviction that had not changed resounded in everyone's mind again.

"If I am really the kind of person who is guilty of heinous crimes, I should be punished by your goddess. But why is your goddess's Holy Grail shining in my hand now? Its light should have dissipated long ago, right? "

"..."

Silence, unimaginable silence.

All the knights were surprised to see the aura-emitting holy grail in the hands of the strange man.

In their original conception, there must be some evil beings trying to defile the Holy Grail, twisting it into an abominable and sad appearance, and igniting the righteous and sacred anger in everyone's heart.

But now, in this sea breeze that had become gentle and suitable, under the gaze of all the knights, the Holy Grail not only did not appear to be tainted at all, but instead emitted an even stronger light and aura, caring for their...enemies.

Those Norscans, those captured southerners.

They even seemed to never feel tired, always full of energy and high morale.

Just like in the ancient myths and legends, their ancestors faced the eternal enemy under the illumination of the Holy Grail.

And that voice full of love sounded just right.

'We are not enemies, on the contrary, we are family, aren't we?'

(End of this chapter)