As long as you become a paladin, you will be given an extremely powerful holy sword. As long as you are a paladin, it will not be taken back.

Countless people in Faerun might not even encounter many magical items in their lifetime. Even the Halruaan, who understand magic best, might not even encounter a magical item on the level of the Holy Avenger.

There's nothing more to say then—

I can be a paladin, and I can obey the commandments!

If you can't bear the hardship of being a holy warrior, you will have to bear the hardship of life!

The Secret Fire Knights hope that Emilia will preside over the opening ceremony of the new class of the Secret Fire Knights. The reason is very clear: because I am afraid that more than half of the new students in this class are here for His Majesty.

"Why do you say that?" Emilia didn't like this kind of ceremonial public occasion.

"Because the number of applicants has increased fiftyfold compared to the previous record..." said Knight Commander Fieri Godric. "The previous record was when Lord Apodale visited us, and we had forty volunteers in that one session.

"And this time, two thousand people came... from all over Halruaa and even Faerun."

"...That's too much. And I'm not good at speaking." Emilia pondered for a moment, then said, "Perhaps I could try to invite Lord Apodel to visit? He should have some feelings for Halrua, too."

"That's perfect!" Fieri's eyes lit up, and then, as if she had thought of something, she reminded him, "There are two thousand volunteers who have signed up. But there will be more than two thousand people watching the ceremony."

Especially with Emya and Apodel present at the same time, it would surely have an earthquake-like effect in Halrua and even in Faerun.

"...Gu." Thinking of being stared at by thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people with passionate eyes, Emiya felt her scalp tingling.

He thought about it and decided to drag the others into it, so he asked, "By the way, is Halayach College also going to reopen?"

Halayach Academy is named after the capital, and its existence has only one meaning, which is to teach the arcane arts.

In fact, it's pretty much kindergarten all the way through high school.

Now, returning from Abel, a fatal problem arose.

During the time they stayed in Abel, several generations of them were severely deprived of arcane education.

After witnessing the arrival and achievements of Emiya and his group, countless Halrua people, who had already reached adulthood or even old age, applied to continue their studies at the academy.

"...Your Majesty," Fieri said, "That's what I wanted to say. The Arcane Academy is far more important than us; it is the foundation of Halruaa. Even if you miss our opening, you can't miss the reopening of Halayach Academy and Haligad Academy."

"In that case..." Emilia hesitated, "How about I invite Grand Duke Apodel to come to Halrua again?"

It just so happened that he needed this powerful paladin to work with Mars to study the latest Holy Avenger.

Forty Thousand Years Later (Part 3)

"It's been almost a hundred years since the year 1372 of the Valley Calendar—but I wouldn't say that time has flown by too quickly. Everyone on Halruaa, we've all endured incredibly difficult times over the past hundred years. You've worked tirelessly on this unfamiliar planet, preserving Halruaa's proud history and knowledge. I must pay you my respects."

Valley calendar year 1470.

Nearly a hundred years ago in 1372dr, the god of tyranny, Bane, was resurrected, Shade returned to the material world, and a plague spread through Neverwinter.

A hundred years later, Faerun has become a powder keg again.

Emya sent an invitation to Baldur's Gate, but at the same time invited several grand dukes.

At this moment, Apodel Adrian, who once held a high position in the Knights of the Secret Fire, came to Halayach again after a hundred years. At this moment, the outer window of the Elders' Hall was temporarily transformed into a podium, and Halua people from all over the country wanted to come and appreciate the style of this top holy warrior.

"I didn't expect that both you and Lord Apodale would come." Emilia whispered.

Beside Apodale's impassioned speech was Grand Duke Imoen of Violet, who was visiting with him.

Of course, there is also Halrua's current Mage King, Emiya of Lunya.

"Emmya, you're no longer that lone adventurer." Imoen smiled at the sea of ​​people below, waving occasionally as he said to Emya, "I don't believe you don't understand politics. You're just not used to this sudden change in status."

"It can't be helped," Emiya sighed. "I've only been on the job for a few months... and I'm completely unprepared."

After all, his title of Mage King was in a sense almost like being crowned with a yellow robe - he originally only had a position in the Elders' Council, and he never expected that he would suddenly become the Mage King.

Perhaps this position should be shared by him and Yin.

"There are too many things in this world that won't wait for you to be ready." Imoen shook her head, then laughed again, "—you who have inexplicably come to this point today should be the one who has the final say on this."

"Indeed," said Emya. "So, what happened at Baldur's Gate?"

"Yes and no." Imoen suddenly switched to a telepathic connection. [Do you remember that the Flaming Fist has an expeditionary force in Chult—this expeditionary force is far south from the people of Baldur's Gate?]

Now Emiya is the Mage King of Halruaa and the Master Craftsman of Lantan.

Chult is located just south of Lantan and due west of Halruaa. It can be said that Baldur's Gate and Emya have become neighbors in a sense.

Baldur's Gate needs help?

"How is that possible?" Imoen turned her head, making sure the people below couldn't see her face before rolling her eyes at Emiya. "Mr. Emiya, you have a strange sense of humor. Do I look like someone who would casually squander our friendship? What I'm saying is that the harassment the expedition has been receiving has been getting worse lately."

Emya replied: [The demons appear to be planning a direct attack on Elturgard and Baldur's Gate. This may be a diversionary tactic.]

"No, I want to remind you that as your status rises, your weaknesses will also increase." Imoen patted his shoulder. "Before, you were alone, with your teammates by your side, and fighting the demons was a matter of life and death. But now that you are the king of Halruaa, the demons are more accustomed to this kind of confrontation."

Baldur's Gate will be harassed, and so will Halruaa. So, be prepared mentally—and physically, if possible.

[Thank you for the reminder.] Emiya breathed a sigh of relief.

However, beware of demons and furious gods...

This kind of thing is easier said than done.

I feel that perhaps it would be faster to learn from the elves and connect the material plane with the upper planes.

"The Grand Duke didn't ask you to do it perfectly."

At this moment, Alestria naturally reached out her hand and linked her fingers with Emilia's. "—There's no need to force yourself."

"...Huh?" Imoen's eyes flickered.

Isn't Emiya with Yin?

What was the reason for Elastrid's reaction?

But the Grand Duchess quickly composed herself and pretended not to see it.

Elminster's private life was so utterly debauched that a stone thrown into the street might hit a distant relative. While Emia's internal turmoil wasn't exactly a good rumor... it wasn't a major scandal either. Furthermore, Emia was clearly not married.

Imoen coughed softly. "That's right. In my opinion, the devil might not seek a single blow, but rather a gradual, quiet disintegration of our forces. Perhaps only the elven mythals could achieve the desired effect. Sadly, even the elves themselves can't create new ones."

"You don't think the devil intends to kill him all at once?"

"If I were a demon, I would seek the method that maximizes my chances of winning," Imoen said. "If I were a demon, and wanted to satisfy both my winning rate and the needs of my allies, the most suitable strategy would probably be to exert constant pressure while having my allies constantly attack the enemy's logistics: storms, natural disasters, plagues, doom..."

She shook out her fur coat. "Not every place has only spring and summer like Halruaa. The harsh winter is only a quarter over... the remaining months won't be easy."

Auril, the winter girl, is also a member of the furious pantheon.

Making enemies with the Raging Gods was truly a disgusting thing. The damage they brought was generally bearable for a group of adventurers. However, as the leader of a faction, even the slightest manipulation of their divine power would cause them to become overwhelmed.

"Where's Larloch?"

"Ah, that's curious," Imoen said. "We've been thinking for months that he'd take revenge—but his Warlock's Tomb has been quiet, and there haven't been any missing person reports lately."

"This is somewhat unusual," Emya said. "Halruaa is hostile to any remnant of the Netherworld, so if Larloch appears, Halayach will not sit idly by."

"Ahaha, the only thing scarier than a few hundred liches is Halruaan's hundreds of thousands of mages." Imoen said this, glanced at Apodel's back, and laughed, "—I hope there won't be too many paladins among the next generation of Halruaan people."

"Perhaps in your eyes, I'm a hero, too. But in my opinion, a hero doesn't need glory or flowers to surround him—he's the one who can conquer life. And those who have conquered the barriers between planets, defeated the ancient enemies of the gods, and swallowed up the vast oceans are all heroes!"

Apodel's eloquent and touching speech has already made many elderly Halrua people bow their heads and cry.

Being hardworking doesn't necessarily mean you enjoy hardship. Apodel, even above the elders, a legendary figure, yet spoke with warmth and comfort like a neighboring brother, generously praising the efforts and character of every Halruan, instantly bringing tears to the eyes of nearly every Halruan present.

"Today, I have come to Halruaa from Baldur's Gate. I am honored to tell you a piece of good news on behalf of the new Mage King, His Majesty Emya. You may have been shocked by his miracles countless times, but there will always be another shock he can bring.

"His research has yielded some new results—the Holy Avenger is not the end. Paladins, and those who aspire to become paladins, you should be cautious in your words and actions and constantly reflect on yourselves. You may encounter various difficulties in your lives, but His Majesty Emya will always provide you with the support you need in a timely manner."

Apodel was about to finish his speech for the official relaunch of the Knights of the Secret Fire, but at this moment he took out a huge sword with a sheath that was as tall as a person from behind.

Apodel held the handle in one hand and the scabbard in the other, and slowly presented the divine weapon that Emilia had just given him not long ago to the world.

It was afternoon now, and the moon was still far from rising.

It was as if they had suddenly arrived on a noisy midsummer night.

In the dead of night, I accidentally got up and opened the window, and the clear moonlight suddenly filled my eyes and the room.

The newly forged holy sword made of Silver Moon Steel is such a magical weapon.

There was no need for Apodel to give a detailed introduction. Even though there were many people present who did not know much about weapons, they could all realize how rare and precious the weapon in Apodel's hand was.

"—When I received this weapon, His Majesty Emia ruthlessly told me that he hated creating unique pieces. The same is true of this Silver Moon Holy Sword," Apodel said. "His Majesty Emia also said that he plans to gift two Silver Moon Holy Swords to the Secret Fire Knights every year to commend their efforts and sacrifices for faith and justice!"

As expected, deafening cheers immediately spread throughout Halayach. As if the atmosphere wasn't lively enough, Imoen stepped forward at the right moment.

In her hand she was not holding the archmage's staff that she used to use, but a strange crystal pillar.

She held a long, azure staff in her hand. The moonstone inlaid on the top of the staff sparkled in the sunlight, casting a brilliant rainbow on Imoen's body. "At this moment, His Majesty Emya gave me a specially made Silver Moon Staff as a token of our personal friendship. It is said that the moonstone on it came from the residence of Corellon, the Lord of Arvandor. However, my friendship with him ends here—until he feeds all the mages in Halruaa, this Silver Moon Staff will probably not be circulated to the public."

Now, the mages who had an absolute numerical advantage in Halrua also joined in the cheers.

In Faerun, there is one thing that is quite counterintuitive - although mages have a high status and many mages wield long staffs - but the wooden sticks in the hands of most mages do not benefit their spellcasting. Wands that can enhance magic power are much rarer than various magic swords.

Now, Emiya is about to change all that.

Elastri quietly hooked Emilia's palm: [The two Grand Dukes are truly unreserved in their words... Normally, I wouldn't dare praise you this much.]

...Haaah. Emiya sighed.

He actually blushed when he heard it.

You may encounter various difficulties in your life, but His Majesty Emilia will always provide you with the much-needed support in a timely manner.

I hope he can always arrive in time when someone is in trouble.

-----------------

"Serret! Corellon suddenly had the whim to cook for us today. Do you want to come?"

In Avandor, there is occasionally a strange sight.

Angharris, the Queen of the Seldarine, will leave the Crescent Grove and come to Arvandor, a rarely visited place... no, a restricted area where no one approaches at all.

This is the most dangerous area in Arvandor and the residence of Mythrion Serret, the Lord of the Mythril.

However, this God of the Mystique, who once enjoyed great prestige among the elves, was ambushed by the Seldarine's nemesis, the Beast God Malar, shortly after the end of the Crown War, and suffered heavy losses.

Now he is just a demigod - theoretically even a mortal could kill him.

Ever since his divine power collapsed, Mythrin Serret had completely shut himself in, as if he had given up on himself. He wasn't popular in Arvandor to begin with, and his brothers and sisters had tried a few times before and stopped visiting him. Only Corellon and Angrith would occasionally come to visit.

However, thousands of years have passed and all greetings have fallen on deaf ears. If it were not for the fact that the Kingdom of God still exists, others would probably think that Mythrin Serret had quietly died in Avandor.

However, even the frequency and duration of the visits of the God King and God Queen gradually decreased.

However, today Angris stayed unusually long.

"Selret! I want to tell you something - you didn't find Tyr in Asgard thousands of years ago because he moved to Faerun at that time and was exploring there.

"And we have never been able to tell you the reason why you couldn't find Emiya - but now, it shouldn't be long before Emiya visits again."

However, even with the removal of several friends with whom Mythrien Serret had once enjoyed such good conversation, the Hall of the Locks remained silent.

Seeing this scene, Angelis was not surprised and could only sigh helplessly.

five gods of death

"Dear Majesty Emiya, as a Grand Duke who has endured years of hardship in Baldur's Gate, managing hundreds of thousands of people until his hair almost fell out, I have a piece of advice for you—"

"As the supreme leader of a political entity, if you don't want to work, many people are happy to see you as a puppet. But if you want to do something, there are even more people who will give you an endless amount of work to do."

This was the message that Grand Duke Violet of Baldur's Gate gave to Emilia before leaving.

Now Emiya has fully understood this.

As a full-fledged priest, Elaster could naturally handle secretarial work. She disliked the rigors of paperwork—but if such work meant being by her lover's side, especially if her other two rivals had no time for it, she would be interested.

Especially, at this moment, they are doing work as important as the previous reboot of the Secret Fire Knights.

The Halruaa Capital Magic Academy reopened today.

The Knights of Secret Fire invited the world's best paladin and wizard king.

This left the elders of Halayah dumbfounded, and they felt a sense of crisis.

So, after some effort, the current Archbishop of the Halrua Magic Church and Principal of the Halayach Magic Academy invited a real heavyweight.

Compared to these two, even Apodel Adrian would pale in comparison.

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like