Man on the ark, forced to become king

Just not now.

It's too early...

Kazimir is like a powder keg ready to explode at any moment; this level of action is far from enough to change the situation.

However, Marna knew very well that Margaret had already made up her mind and embarked on the path she had chosen, and even though she was still very young, she would no longer be swayed by the words of others.

If we could have persuaded them, this battle would never have happened in the first place.

For a knight with unwavering conviction, the clash of swords is the best way to convey his will.

So let him, as an elder, teach the still-naive child another lesson.

An overly fervent belief can not only burn the enemy, but also ignite oneself.

clang!

As the blades clashed, golden light flowed silently. Ma Enna's eyes suddenly sharpened, and his speed increased to an unbelievable level. Because it was so fast, it seemed slow.

Golden rain fell, mingling with the glint of swords, stretching far and wide.

Spring rain is as soft as butter, nourishing all things silently.

The raindrops falling from the sky reflected a variety of colors under the neon lights, creating a beautiful scene.

But in Margaret's eyes, this dreamlike rain curtain was far more chilling than the icy rain of winter.

The sharp intent swirls in with the rain, each raindrop a condensed light, and she has no doubt that those things can pierce and tear even steel.

Compared to such moves, the previous battle was practically child's play.

If you let that thing fall on you, all your flesh and blood would probably be blown away by the drifting drizzle, leaving only a skeleton.

She didn't think her uncle really wanted to kill her, so the reason for unleashing the rain of light was clear—Marna had absolute confidence in his strength and control, and was confident that no matter how she dealt with it, even if he did nothing, he wouldn't hurt her.

Realizing this, a huge sense of frustration surged through Margaret, and for the first time, she clearly understood just how vast the gap was between herself and her uncle.

Their abilities are simply not on the same level.

Even with the amplification of the Golden Tree's power, she could only barely exchange a few blows with her uncle before he got serious. Once he did, her defeat would be imminent.

She had no way to deal with the rain of light that was pouring down upon her.

Is this how it ends?

How can it be!

She is standing here because she has a compelling reason to win!

How could we... just give up like this!

The pure gold flames burned fiercely in his pupils, the intense light contracting and solidifying, as if cloaking his body in a layer of light-forged armor.

To Marna's astonishment, a winged steed emerged from the void, its wings spread wide, neighing fiercely.

Light, purer light.

The dazzling torrent surged like a great river, its violent waves crushing the ground, tearing apart steel, and shattering the entire battlefield.

The storefronts on both sides of the street seemed to have been scraped away by an invisible blade, all the decorative signs disappeared, and the fine rain of light that was falling was crushed by the giant waves of pure gold. The immense pressure poured down, and even Marner was forced to retreat under the pressure.

He squinted, his gaze piercing through the hazy golden mist, and saw at the center of the surging light, a celestial horse neighing, a girl standing proudly upright, her brilliant radiance forging ancient-style armor, and the light, refined to its extreme, extending in the form of swords and spears in the girl's palms.

The powerful energy fluctuations coming at him had reached a point where he had to take them seriously.

Is it really possible to achieve this level of skill?

Besides absurd, Marner couldn't find any other adjective to describe it at the moment.

How old is Margaret? How can she control such a magnificent and overwhelming power?

Even their ancestor, the hero of Kazimierz's history, could not have possessed such strength at this age.

Could it be that his potential was unleashed simply because of the pressure from that one sword strike?

How is that possible?

Reality is not a story written by a bard; all forces have their source and do not appear without reason.

While the sublimation of willpower can certainly unleash incredible power, it would never elevate a mediocre newbie to such a level as it has now.

Such things only exist in fantastical stories. Reality is far more cruel than any story. The idea that someone can suddenly unleash a powerful attack and defeat an enemy far stronger than themselves is pure nonsense.

If that's all it takes to gain power, what's the point of arduous training?

only……

Looking at his niece, bathed in rich golden light and leaning against a winged winged horse, Ma Enna suddenly felt a little insecure.

What exactly is going on?

"Come on, Uncle, now's the real battle!"

As he pondered, Margaret, holding a pure gold sword and spear, raised her head, her eyes burning with golden flames.

'Power is surging up endlessly!'

The kind of plot that involves a sudden power spike, as seen in comics and novels, certainly doesn't exist.

However, the power of the Golden Tree can accomplish something similar.

Her unwavering will earned her the favor of gold, and the flames of the Forge of Life burned within her body, awakening her dormant bloodline. Coupled with the pure life force bestowed by the blessing, she possessed power far exceeding anything she had ever had before.

Of course, this is only temporary.

In Kazimierz, far from the Great Golden Tree, the power contained in the blessing needs to accumulate slowly. What has erupted now is all that she possesses, and without replenishment, she will not be able to do so for a long time to come.

But even so, it's enough.

She is incredibly powerful now!

"So you see, you're still too young."

Ma'nn sighed, and for the first time, a noticeable change in expression appeared on his usually stern face. Surprise, relief, nostalgia... all sorts of emotions mixed together before he finally regained his composure.

He knew that things were likely to escalate beyond what he had expected.

But it doesn't matter.

"Such immense power, if it were to be fully unleashed, even I would have to proceed with caution. But, can you truly control it?"

"Pride and complacency are not the virtues of a knight. Do not let false power blind you."

"Stay humble, Margaret, you must know—"

Crack!

Pegasus spreads its wings!

On both sides of the street, the glass of doors and windows shattered instantly, waterfalls of light fell from the sky, the ground and walls cracked inch by inch, and thick fog rose up.

Amidst the dust and smoke, a flash of sword light appeared!

Margaret brandished her sword and spear, straining to muster all her strength to unleash the torrent of light forward, only to be parted by a dazzling golden light. The violent force split to both sides, blasting apart large sections of bricks and stones.

Marner walked by with his sword, like a sharp blade cleaving through the sea, all the light flashing past him.

"Uncontrollable power is as fragile as a bubble; you are still far from mastering it."

The old training sword stopped in front of his neck.

Light poured down like a torrential downpour, colliding with the rising torrents from the ground, annihilating and disintegrating. A raging hurricane danced wildly, turning the neat streets into dust.

She still has the strength; she can still fight.

But she had already lost.

With the blade held before her, a bitter taste spread across her tongue. Margaret gripped the sword spear formed from condensed light, the flames burning in her eyes gradually fading.

Even if it can still erupt, what's the use?

She has truly lost, utterly defeated.

This is not a life-or-death battle, just a contest between uncle and nephew. If they continue fighting, they will perish together.

Even if it were possible, it would be meaningless.

She couldn't fully control this powerful energy that appeared out of nowhere, but Marna could perfectly control every bit of her own power, condensing it to the extreme and turning it into a blade that could cut through anything.

In comparison, she is indeed far inferior.

The difference between the two lies not in the strength of their power, but in their control over themselves.

Ultimately, she was no match for a true powerhouse who had been tempered and refined through countless trials.

She never knew that her uncle, who was buried in heavy work all day long, was so powerful.

But he's so strong, why...?

“Don’t belittle yourself, Margaret. You’ve done a great job, far beyond my expectations.”

The collision ceased, dust dissipated, and the old training sword crumbled into dust. Marna's hand landed heavily on Margaret's shoulder, a gentle smile appearing on his usually stiff and rigid face.

"I acknowledge your will. Although you are still young, you are already qualified to bear the name of Nearl."

"Let's go home, and then tell me what you want to do."

The streets were almost completely destroyed by the violent force, and a cacophony of cries could be heard in the distance. It wouldn't be long before news of what had happened here spread, and everyone who needed to know would find out.