Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 886 The Crown Finally Donned

The person mentioned, Al-Saran, had absolutely no interest in paying him any attention.

Even if he had been willing to help back then, he wouldn't have had as much time as Yuri to learn how to control the palace's magic array!
That's a period of several months to get used to.

Anyway, what he's most concerned about right now is that strange magic ship outside.

Although it may seem like a superficial product, it does have some truly outstanding features.

Arslan felt it would be perfect for use on his Astral Fortress.

If he hadn't already promised to leave the Northern Kingdom with Travis, he would be standing under the white clouds right now, instead of just watching enviously from here.

Tsk~ I shouldn't have so readily handed over all the control over the magic circle to Yuri!

Leon had no intention of responding to his grandfather's words.

After going through all the ups and downs of this period, Leon has come to know His Majesty Travis's unreliable nature quite well.

Of course, he was the same way.

For example, the reason he left those foreign pests to Yuri and Milian at this moment was to allow the people inside the light shield to squat a little longer.

There are too many people who are indecisive and double-dealing.

He would indeed refrain from punishing these people under the law because he believes that the law does not punish everyone.

Otherwise, Yuri wouldn't have controlled the light shield so tightly, leaving only the most dangerous people for Milian to deal with.

Between stopping them before they commit a crime and giving them enough opportunity to commit a crime, Leon would actually prefer the latter.

Unfortunately, he couldn't go that far.

The imitation of the six-armed serpent demon alone has already implicated a wide range of people; any more would damage the foundation of the Northern Kingdom.

Although the kings consistently suppressed the power of the nobility, they also relied on them.

If the scheming individuals within the nobility cannot be eliminated, then the royal family must maintain a certain level of stability.

Leon hesitated for a long time about this matter, especially since those guys dared to take advantage of his, Yuri's, and Milian's relatives.

Leon truly despised the concept of bloodline.

But he was able to become the King of the North because he had the blood of the North royal family flowing through his veins.

Just as His Majesty Travis said... he could despise, but he couldn't show it.

The only solution is to settle accounts later.

Fortunately, Yuri is always so understanding.

The low-hanging light barrier wasn't just for Travis's imposing manner... it was also to allow Tiger Blade to clearly see everyone's movements.

People who are standing can easily conceal even the smallest movements.

He can squat, and if he wants to move, he will inevitably make a relatively large movement.

The fierce tiger blade, standing high above, would never overlook anything.

The extent of these individuals' involvement can be judged from the size and frequency of their movements.

Those who are superficial can be excluded from the power circle.

And the deep-seated... will settle accounts with them sooner or later.

It's just a different excuse.

Leon believed he would get there eventually.

He straightened his clothes again, pulled open the cloak with the power of the Storm God behind him, and strode onto the golden-red carpet inside the Wind Palace.

Travis rose from his throne.

Wearing a full royal robe, adorned with numerous jewels and a ruby, diamond, and gold crown, his expression became extremely serious.

As Travis watched Leon walk towards him step by step, and his loyal subordinates rose and fell like waves of wheat, he finally saw this day come, but for a moment he felt nothing.

He once thought he would feel regret and reluctance to part with it.

There might even be a tiny bit of relief in one's heart.

But when the moment actually came, he really didn't think about anything.

As he watched Leon walk down the steps of the throne, Travis removed the crown from his head.

Even though the eye of the storm pearl crown, which had been worn by many kings, including himself, was on the high table beside him.

“I should crown you with the Storm Crown, after all, it comes from our ancestors,” he said slowly. “But before that, I think you should first wear my Dragon Crown.”

Travis wanted to make himself clearer.

But the furious stares from the prime minister and several high-ranking officials below the steps forced him to restrain himself a bit.

“This is my best blessing for you as your grandfather,” Travis said at the end, “Let everything go with the wind, leaving you only with the most perfect strength.”

Then he added, "The Dragon Crown can help you establish a connection with the White Dragon, so cherish it."

Leon stubbornly maintained his dignified and serious demeanor, trying his best not to show a smile despite understanding the unspoken message... Travis was just saying that the old crown was a bit unlucky!
The result of him wearing the Storm's Crown was that he was met with an invasion.

The dragon crown, however, represents the most prosperous and powerful era in the North.

Yes, that is, Travis himself.

But I definitely can't say that out loud.

Although Travis did not forget to ask for the blessing of the Lord of Storms when he forged the dragon crown for himself, thus giving the dragon crown the qualification to represent the throne of the Northlands.

But the Crown of Storms is named after storms.

Whether the Lord of Storms himself cares or not, his followers certainly do.

Fortunately, Travis's ministers were truly reliable. Leon slightly bent his knees, kneeling on one knee before Travis: "It is my honor."

He truly hadn't expected Travis to leave the dragon crown to him.

This means that the connection with the White Dragon will not be severed.

Whether the White Dragon will ultimately be willing to continue cooperating with the Northern Kingdom remains to be seen, depending on Leon's own cunning and methods.

But at least Travis led him through that door.

Arsalan stepped forward and removed the prince's crown from Leon's head.

He was a member of the Northern royal family, the only elder who had both Travis's friendship and Leon's respect.

Travis placed the dragon crown on Leon's head without hesitation.

Arslan suppressed the twitching at the corner of his mouth and picked up the Storm's Crown from the side with the most upright posture.

“It’s a pity there aren’t two heads,” Travis said after examining it for a while.

Al-Saran remained silent, but extended his hand forward.

Travis pursed his lips, then suddenly grabbed Leon's hand and walked towards one side of the Wind Palace... the side facing the large square in front of the palace.

The exquisite and luxurious windows and doors slid open gently to both sides.

Endless cheers filled their ears.

That was the shouting of the people of the Northern Kingdom, who were preparing to welcome their new king.

Travis, pulling Leon along, made a grand entrance there.

Leon was a little confused.

He didn't know whether he should remind Travis that, according to etiquette, the nobles and royalty who were supposed to enter the small square above the main square through the side gate of the Wind Palace Gardens were still squatting inside!
Travis pressed his hand towards the public square, which was a kilometer away from them.

People immediately fell silent.

Of course, their simultaneous obedience is more likely because the enormous white dragon that descended at the same time was watching them intently.

"People of the North, today, the throne of the North will be held by..." Travis didn't intend to give a long speech, nor did he offer any summary of the past or any expectations for the future. He didn't even mention his path to godhood; he simply stated his decision concisely.

The throne of the North will be inherited by his grandson, Leon.

The Lord of Storms' favor was resounding upon Leon, and the nobles and royalty had no objections...

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty Travis!" At that moment, a roar suddenly rang out, followed by countless other voices.

Even though they knew what was going to happen today, the northerners, who had thought they would live under Travis's rule for hundreds of years, were still unwilling to accept this outcome.

No matter how capable Leon is, he can't possibly be stronger than Travis.

Having finally achieved this happy and peaceful life, who wouldn't want it to be without any setbacks!

Travis glanced at the shouting crowd, then expressionlessly raised his hand to suppress them again.

“I will try my best not to disappoint them,” Leon said softly.

“It’s not that important, Leon,” Travis replied softly. “You don’t need to think about it so much. Just do what a king should do.”

I have never thought about the well-being of the people.

However... we will not infringe upon their interests.

Leon, the most important reason I chose you is that you know that wealth is created, not plundered from the common people.

Once you achieve this, you will be an excellent king.

Leon nodded seriously.

Then he suddenly realized... Yuri was really reliable.

Yuri probably realized what was happening when he heard the people start chanting His Majesty Travis's name, and immediately released the nobles.

Although they were sandwiched between the Imperial Guard and the Tiger Blade when they appeared, at least they made it out.

That way, the small square won't be completely deserted.

Travis noticed this as well: "It seems I don't need to worry about your relationship with the nobles."

Your Yuri is indeed very powerful.

Leon, I also have friends who have risked their lives for me.

For me, Luscania is above all existence.

Therefore, I will not advise you to always be wary of others.

All I can do is wish you well, that you'll never regret it.

“I will,” Leon replied firmly.

“Alright~” Travis suddenly raised his voice, “I bless you with the Dragon Crown, that you may have the right allies.”

He turned around, and there was Arslan holding the Crown of Storms behind him.

Travis accepted the crown with a smile.

Al-Saran gritted his teeth and reached out to remove the dragon crown from Leon's head... then continued to hold it with elegant grace.

Leon, however, kept his eyes fixed straight ahead, motionless.

“A clever child,” Travis said approvingly, reaching out and, amidst renewed cheers, placing the Crown of Storms on Leon’s head.

“King of the North, Your Majesty Leon!” he called out.

Calls for Leon then echoed across the square... Now that things had come to this, no one would be foolish enough to call out to the former king again.

(End of this chapter)