Arknights, but the sickly pretty girl starts

In the towering tower that stood in the center of Utica, he slipped down from his chair again and again. After all, the nobles who reported on the affairs of the territory were not really addressing him.

They knew each other well, so the servants would only forcibly carry him down from between the curtains and place him on a chair at the earliest time of the day.

For the next long day, he could wander aimlessly in the tower, and even the servants would not notice him until another morning came.

The days passed in a cycle like this.

If he had never tried to slip further, if he had never thought of another person with a similar fate, if he had never tried to resist, if he had never tasted the taste of hope...

He'll be sitting in that chair all his life.

And today, he was trapped again, with another familiar chair in front of him.

The shadow cast by the chair was simple, ornate, and entangled with thorns. Just one glance at it and his eyes, brain, and heart felt like they were pierced, causing him excruciating pain.

Similar cheers surrounded him.

Only this time, they called her—

Witch King.

Witnessing his deepest fear, Franz had to think, or rather, he didn't dare stop thinking.

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Teacher...is this too much?

……

Teacher, we scared him. If this continues, he will destroy himself.

……

teacher!

...Do you think, then, that as long as I'm gone, he'll give up on gathering that weak spell? He's never considered that his fate wasn't twisted like this because of me.

...Teacher, he is just a child, he is still young...

young?

Is youth a shield?

The pampered young master, simply because he suffered an injustice, completely gave up on himself, never considering why he had fallen into such a situation. Did he resist? Did he try to control his own destiny?

Utica, he doesn't deserve this surname.

He is unworthy of the blood that flows in his veins—

If I don't take this throne, these people will help him, help this loser, to sit here.

They will expect, expect this piece of shit, to be me.

Because he is excellent?

No, it's just because he has my blood.

He hates me...does he deserve it?

He doesn't deserve to hate me.

However, he was right about one thing.

Letania, crazy.

These things, the throne, the crown, the robes—

My disciple, Noah Kyrielight. You have to make a choice—

...Teacher, I don’t understand.

No one can stop the coming of Herkunzoron, not even Herkunzoron himself. Noah, there must be a Witch King to take on these things and carry their expectations.

Even though I'm dead, it's not enough.

People have only heard of my fall; they have not awakened from my era.

So, I need you to do me a favor, Noah.

——What do you mean?

Become the Witch King, Noah.

?

This country needs a Witch-King.

There must be a Witch-King.

Noah Kyrielight, become the Witch-King.

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"Herhunzoron, the only king!"

"Your magnificence supports the tower, and your glory covers the earth!"

"Your magnificence supports the tower, and your glory covers the earth!"

"You possess the wisdom and grace of Leithania!"

"Your brilliance and greatness made Leitania what it is!"

"Raise your head, you flesh and blood crawling on the ground—"

"Behold the King's glory and great deeds!"

Twenty years had passed, a full twenty years, and people finally heard the music from the Witch-King again. Those who had experienced the era of the Witch-King began to tremble unconsciously.

Of course Viviana also heard the music. The magic that Noah suddenly released just now broke the barrier that originally blocked the way ahead, but before she could get close, the barrier closed again. She was extremely anxious. Now Noah might be facing the legendary Witch King, and she had to catch up.

At this moment, the golden sword blade suddenly broke the blockade, and Brandt, wearing golden armor, rushed over and chopped off all the obstacles that blocked Viviana.

"Go! Get out of here!"

"Mr. Brant!"

"You can't stay here any longer, it's too dangerous!" Brandt shattered all the spells, grabbed Viviana's arm, and pulled her out of the tower's self-repair spell.

The melody has already sounded, and even the Golden Law Guards cannot interrupt the Witch King's performance.

...But he has to stand here.

He must protect Viviana!

The sword is ringing.

The long sword pierced the ground, and golden light rushed out from the sword, filling the armor of the Golden Law Guard, and then rushed to the sky, forming a net the same color as the sunset, covering the Sonata Tower.

Wherever the spell reached, all sounds were swallowed up, leaving only the solemn melody echoing in the air.

A golden curtain covered everything. Originally, this was a spell that could only be cast by ten Golden Law Guards, but at this time, Brandt alone held up the golden curtain.

"The harmony of the Golden Rule cannot be disrupted. Today, no one outside Ludwig University will hear any noise. I pledge with my flesh and blood and soul—no remnant of the Witch King will leave this tower alive. Everything! That absurd fate! Must be annihilated here!"

He must hold on to the situation until Her Majesty the Queen arrives.

The only ones who can defeat the Witch King are the two queens...

Just like twenty years ago!

Chapter 42: The Wall of Fools

Gerhard and the members of the Echoes of the Witch King all knelt in front of Noah. Just now, Herhunzollon had returned control to Noah. He did not force Noah to make a decision, but left everything to his disciple. He believed that Noah would make the best choice.

Herhunzollen had watched this child grow up, and he believed he understood this disciple. She seemed weak, but in reality she was strong, seemingly fragile, but in reality she was powerful. Within her body was a transcendent soul. Herhunzollen was a discerning man, but the people he valued were never wrong; they were bound to be heroes. However, he had to admit that he had misjudged Noya.

She originally thought that Noya was just a talented girl who relied on the blood of nightmares and unicorns and the legacy of her ancestors to keep moving forward.

But he was wrong.

He had to admit that even without Nightmare Blood and Unicorn blood, Noah Kyrielight was still a powerful being. Inner strength couldn't be inherited through simple bloodline. Just like Tora, who seemingly inherited Nightmare Blood, but whose own consciousness allowed him to be influenced by his bloodline, he became a replica of Nightmare Kexue. To replicate his ancestors? In Herhunzoron's view, this behavior was the most wasteful of one's own talent.

Ancestor?

Don't bring out that outdated stuff and embarrass yourself.

What we should really do is to surpass our ancestors, not become them.

It was as if what he expected Noah to do now was not to become the Witch King, but to succeed his blueprint in the name of the Witch King.

Whether or not he was of Utica's bloodline was meaningless to Herhunzorum. What Letania needed wasn't Utica, but the Witch King. A king who could lead Letania forward, whether a foreigner or a tyrant, was irrelevant. If Herhunzorum had any selfish motives, it was Letania. He had been planning this situation from the very beginning, since he had brought Noa to Letania.

He knew that Noya was unwilling to sit on the throne, and she had never been one who coveted power - but Herhunzollon would give her a reward that she could not refuse.

Teacher...is all this part of your plan?

of course.

Did you intend for me to become the Second Witch-King from the beginning?

You can understand it this way.

What if I refuse?

Of course you can refuse, otherwise I wouldn't have released my grip on your body. I simply led you to this throne. Now, the crown is before you, and you can put it on with just one hand. You can kill those who kneel before you at will—I know you dislike Echo of the Witch King, and that your current situation is largely due to them, but believe me—dying by your hands is an honor for them.

Because in their eyes, you are me, you are Herhomzoren Utica, you are the Witch King who can lead Leithania to prosperity.

Everything they expect is in your hands, and life has become the most insignificant thing.

Noah, Noah Kyrielight.

I give you power and strength. As long as you are willing, as long as you wear this crown, I will give you everything I have. You can let natural disasters come when you raise your hand, and you can overturn everything when you lower your eyebrows.

With Leithania's power, things will be much easier for you, and your wish for the unity of the entire Terra will also have a foundation.

I can give you all of these.

Strength, power, dreams, and even... destiny.

You can take fate by its throat with your own hands...you can control your destiny.

I will give you all my research, and you may even have the opportunity to travel into the Warp and actually bring back your parents.

Aren’t these what you want?

Helhunzollon knew too well what Noya wanted, and he knew what this girl really cared about.

So, he made a promise.

As long as she wears the crown, everything will be within her reach.

And this crown... the real crown of Leithnia was now taking shape in Gerhard's palm. It was a copy of the Golden Rule, or rather, it was a crown composed of another Golden Rule.

The true meaning of the Elector is this crown.

No one except the Witch King can bear the weight of the Golden Rule, not even the Gemini Queens.

So the Twin Queens allowed the crown to be taken away from the capital by the Elector. Now, the Golden Rule Crown, which has returned to Trilinterme, is taking shape in Gerhard's palm, calling for its destined master.

Even if fate is shattered, please become the king of Leithania.

Before you is a golden crown, woven and created by the sages of Leithnia, and recast by the hands of Herhomzoren, the Witch-King himself.

Now, what is your choice?

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[Curtain], a golden curtain covered the Sonata Tower, and the piece of music played was [Death of the Witch King].

Brent held a long sword in his hand, and his black and gold armor began to melt in the face of the terrifying power that was on the verge of its limit, burning into his flesh and blood. He could even smell the burnt smell of his flesh and blood. The black flames, that was the flame of the Witch King, the flame of Herhunzoren. He tore at the Golden Law Guard. The curtain could not completely block His power. Brent knew that the reason he could still stand here was only because he had to stand in front of Viviana. He had not protected Viviana's father, so... he had to protect his daughter.

But at this moment, when the terrifying black flames were about to devour Brandt, something began to spread from the ground. It was endless shadows, branches spreading out from the reflection of the Sonata Tower. They tore at the black flames, devouring them and tearing them apart.

"Mr. Brant!" At this moment, Viviana's cry, holding a candle in her hand, suddenly woke up everyone in the academy.

"I'll lead the way, everyone! Look to my candle! As long as my candle is not extinguished, I will shield you from these black flames!"

Her figure wasn't tall or majestic, even looking a bit frail, but the candle in her hand truly became a ray of hope amidst the black flames. Seeing the shadows tear through the black flames, the people seemed to see hope for survival. One by one, they gathered around Viviana and in front of Brant, each raising a spell unit in their hand. The curtain was a large spell that could only be supported by ten Golden Rule Guards.

Theoretically speaking, it is impossible for a Golden Rule Guard to perfectly support the curtain.

But everyone here is the future of Leithania. They receive the best education, and whether they are commoners or nobles, they all have a common identity.

They are students of Ludwig University, they are part of Ludwig University.