Wizard Immortal

Chapter 542 Decision

"have not seen you for a long time."

Standing in the garden of the courtyard, looking at the Sirulia before him, the young man smiled, his pale face appearing bloodless in the sunlight.

"Yes, it's been three years already."

Gazing calmly at the young man before him, Sirulia spoke in a low voice, "So, what brings you here this time?"

"Uncle Irida."

"So you still remember me, I'm your uncle." The young man smiled across from Sirulia.

The blond youth before them was Prince Irida of the Kingdom of Kuma, who was also Sirulia's uncle.

During these three years, due to the outbreak of the demonic calamity, Irida, as the pillar of the Kingdom of Kuma, had to be active on various battlefields. Over the years, her reputation has not diminished but has instead grown stronger, and she enjoys great prestige among the nations.

Until recently, when the battle against the Netherworld level broke out outside Kuma City, Irida was seriously injured and had to withdraw from the battlefield to recuperate, but unexpectedly ended up here.

"Your complexion is off, and your body movements are somewhat uncoordinated."

Looking at Irida before him, Sirulia remained silent for a moment before speaking, "It seems your injuries are more severe than I imagined."

"Yes," Irida nodded, readily admitting it. "A Netherworld level is still too much for me. I'm lucky I didn't die on the spot after forcibly interfering in the battle of such beings."

"What exactly happened that day?" Sirulia frowned as he looked at Irida, whose face was pale.

Despite paying attention to intelligence from various countries, the forces involved in the battle outside Kuma City were too terrifying to obtain any accurate information; they could only vaguely sense the existence of this battle.

However, judging from Irida's current condition, the battle must have been extremely fierce.

Many thoughts raced through his mind. After a while, he raised his head and looked at Irida before him: "I have already betrayed the kingdom. Kuma's affairs are no longer my concern."

"But what brings you here this time, Uncle Ilida?"

Severely injured, Ilida should have been recuperating in the royal city, quietly waiting for her injuries to heal, instead of risking appearing in this area.

It's important to know that getting from Kuma to this area involves traversing several dark regions. Given Irida's current condition, encountering dangerous monsters along the way could be very dangerous.

"I've come to take you back."

Regarding this question, Ilida sighed softly and didn't keep anyone in suspense, speaking directly to the point.

As soon as he finished speaking, Sirulia was stunned, seemingly not expecting this outcome.

However, he quickly realized what was happening and a cold smile appeared on his face: "Go back? Go back for what?"

"You must understand, I am now a sinner of Kuma, a traitor who murdered the heir to the kingdom."

He said coldly, without the slightest hesitation or room for negotiation.

"What happened back then was wrong on my part and His Majesty's part."

Standing before her, gazing at Sirulia whose face was now grim and seemingly agitated, Irida sighed softly, her voice heavy with weariness: "But now, the kingdom needs you."

"What you need is probably not me, but the Crimson King Beast," Sirria said coldly, showing no politeness even to his own uncle.

"That's right." Irida nodded, admitting it quite frankly: "Compared to you, what the kingdom needs most right now is the strength of the Red King Beast."

"Just as I expected." Sirria's expression was cold. "What if I said no?"

A moment of silence fell, so quiet that even the chirping of insects could be heard, creating a suffocating sense of oppression.

Standing there for a long time, Irida sighed softly, "In that case, I have no choice but to take action and bring you back."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sirulia suddenly became alert, a strange sense of danger growing in his heart and then rapidly expanding.

Before he could react, a sharp black longsword suddenly stabbed towards him, carrying a surge of golden lightning as it hurtled forward at incredible speed.

boom! !

The sound of metal clashing echoed across the fields, carrying far and wide, shattering the floor within a radius of several meters beneath their feet.

In a flash, Sirulia drew his greatsword, its blade shimmering with a faint crimson aura, and blocked Irida's attack.

"Um?"

Looking at Sirria before her and sensing his aura, Irida was somewhat surprised and also pleased: "You have already advanced to the eighth rank."

Over the course of three years, he received the knightly legacy bestowed upon him by Adir. During these three years, he made further progress on his original foundation and rapidly grew into a powerful knight.

His knightly aptitude was only average, but his original physical strength was already formidable, comparable to a peak level one wizard. Over the years, driven by his powerful life force, his knightly seed had grown rapidly, approaching the level of a Radiant Knight. In terms of power standards in this world, that would be eighth rank, equivalent to the original Irida.

However, despite this, Sirulia felt no relief in the face of Irida at this moment; instead, he felt extremely solemn.

In his perception, Ilida before him resembled a giant torch, its terrifying aura almost suffocating, making one doubt whether he was a person still recovering from serious injuries.

Despite being severely injured, he still possessed such formidable power that even Xirulia dared not make any rash moves. He simply kept his eyes fixed on Irida, his aura and fighting spirit locking onto her, ready to strike at any moment.

Under his gaze, before him stood Irida, her expression calm, a dark black longsword held in her right arm, as she quietly walked toward him.

As if taking a casual stroll, Irida, dressed in a golden robe, with his long hair flowing in the wind, looked extremely handsome. Under the sunlight, he resembled a high and mighty god descending, his eyes gazing at Sirulia.

He walked over quietly, and with each step he took, his aura expanded. The terrifying power made Sirulia in front of him tense up, and some fine sweat appeared on his forehead.

"well···"

Quietly walking up to Sylvia, Irida looked at him and let out a deep sigh. Then, she silently sheathed her longsword and looked at the person in front of her: "Your strength is quite surprising."

"There are many more things that will surprise you," Sirria said calmly.

After he finished speaking, silence fell again until Prince Irida's voice rang out once more.

"His Majesty is dead." After a long silence, Irida spoke, gazing at Siruriya before him.

"What?!"

This time, Sirulia's cold and calm demeanor finally crumbled, and his sword-wielding arm trembled, as if he could hardly believe it.

Ilida didn't say anything to his reaction, but just stood quietly in place, waiting for him to process it.

Several hours later, as the sunlight grew increasingly intense on the earth, Ilida walked calmly out of the manor, silently heading out under the watchful eyes of the servants behind her.

Sirulia stood there, watching Irida's figure disappear into the distance, and fell silent.

He stood alone in the sunlight for a very long time before turning around and walking in one direction.

"How is it?"

As they walked to a pavilion, Tarina's gentle voice drifted from afar, softly reaching Sirulia's ears.

In the pavilion, Tarina, dressed in a long silver dress, stood quietly before the pavilion, gazing at Sirulia.

"My father was born."

Looking at Tarina, Sirulia sighed softly, his words carrying a complex tone.

In the past, he had always harbored deep hatred for his father because of certain things, and that hostility was almost undisguised.

The other party never cared about Sirulia's hostility and always ignored it until Sirulia killed his brother. Only then did the other party get angry for the first time and banish him from the country.

Now that the other party is dead, even for Sirulia, recalling the past, his heart is filled with complex emotions.

"The battle outside Kuma City, although it repelled the calamity beasts, also severely wounded the Earth Giant, forcibly putting him into a deep sleep. He was affected by this and died not long after."

Sitting next to Tarina, Sirria whispered, "Uncle Irida came this time to ask me to go back and inherit the throne, to become the new king of the Kingdom of Kuma."

"What's your opinion?" Tarina asked softly as she listened quietly to Sirria's story.

"I..." Sirulia murmured, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

Neither of them were simple people, and they naturally understood Ilida's purpose.

The Kingdom of Kuma suffered a devastating attack, its guardian beast was severely injured and fell into a deep sleep, and its ruler was killed in battle.

In this situation, Kuma's most urgent task is to find new and powerful forces to resist the invasion of the calamity beasts.

And for this target, Red King Beast is the perfect fit.

Given the capabilities of the Kingdom of Kuma, they must have learned some things over the years. For example, the contract between Adir and Tarina, and the matter between Sirria and Tarina.

In this situation, if Sirria chooses to return to his country to inherit the throne, Tarina will likely follow him, which, in a sense, would be tantamount to binding the Crimson King Beast to her own chariot.

However, even though he could see it clearly, Sirulia couldn't feel any ill will towards it.

As a prince who grew up in the Kingdom of Kuma, it would be impossible for him to have no feelings for Kuma.

In fact, the position of King Kumar was his goal for a long time, and he had put in a lot of effort for it.

As for the hatred from the past, it has gradually faded away over the past three years.

Three years of seclusion and three years of reflection. During this time, Sirulia and his companion devoted their energy to life. Everything else, while not completely gone, was worn away by the passage of time.

Furthermore, his father, the object of his hatred, had already died in the battle surrounding Kuma.

Various thoughts flashed through his mind, and as he thought about this, Sirulia calmed down and slowly made a decision.

The next day, as the sun rose again, the manor gates opened once more, and Sirulia and Tarina emerged from them.

Outside the manor, Irida stood there, her golden robes fluttering in the breeze, shimmering with gold.

Seemingly understanding Sirulia's decision, he stood still, watching Sirulia and his companion's figures, a slow smile spreading across his face.

(End of this chapter)