The King of Elden does not die alone!

Greg looked at her, doubting his own ears.

He felt that he must have heard it wrong, because after the fight just now, blood almost covered his entire head.

"What the hell are you talking about. Fader."

"My name is Mia."

The girl stood on top of Greg and pulled out the staff that pinned Greg to the ground.

Then, the familiar golden light that Greg had seen not long ago rose from the ground again.

And this time.

Greg felt the warmth of the fluorescent lights surrounding him.

It's like a mother's embrace and an elder's caress.

It left him stunned and dazed.

Chapter 4. Greg just wants to live a quiet life

Greg could feel it.

How comfortable and safe it is to bathe in that golden light.

It was like a child trapped in the dark finding the light again.

He no longer had hatred, anger, or despair.

Greg felt himself immersed in the warm water.

The golden light healed his twisted body.

Mia was already standing on the ground in front of Greg.

When Greg felt his hands again, he turned his head.

The twisted arm formed by the entanglement of limbs has been restored.

The ritual of limb attachment had made those limbs part of him.

Greg suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart and was in great pain.

He felt that he was so ugly at the moment and was not worthy of bathing in the light of the golden tree.

The boy who once had smooth white hair has become like this.

How long has it been since he looked in the mirror?

I guess he must look old and ugly now.

Is this still the Golden King? With such a distorted appearance, is he still worthy of the glory of the Golden Tree?

In a trance, he heard again the music that the people of Rodel dedicated to gold.

Greg looked at the gloomy sky and opened his mouth silently. He was surrounded by the tenderness of the golden tree and his own pain.

After so many years, what has he achieved?

Nothing accomplished!!!

He almost burst into tears.

"Who are you? Who are you?" He asked weakly while lying on the ground.

Mia looked at Greg.

"Your father, Godwin, is my elder brother."

Greg heard Mia's voice.

'So,' Greg thought.

'She is my aunt.'

Just like Malenia, she is his elder.

But Marenia...

Ah, Malenia.

Then, Mia continued.

"Stand up, Greg, you are the descendant of gold, do you want to lie on the ground like this forever?"

'What is she saying? ' Greg thought he had misheard.

The phrase isn't 'Get down on your knees and kiss my toes.'

It's 'Stand up, descendants of gold.'

He heard that right.

Joy and pain appeared together on Greg's wrinkled face.

Finally, finally, finally...'Descendant of Gold', someone called him that and recognized him.

But he still couldn't believe it.

Would anyone really show him such kindness?

After such a long war of fragments, Greg's heart closed.

Greg stood up and re-gripped the handle of his axe.

However, he had no intention of swinging the axe again, and the head of the axe rested on the ground.

"You said you were my father's sister..." Greg spoke again, questioning distrustfully, "But I don't know you."

"But I know you, Greg." Mia asked back, "Do you think my blessing from the golden tree is fake?"

No, that can't be fake.

Greg shook his head in his mind.

But, an elder whom I have never met?

It was indeed beyond Greg's understanding.

The Shattered War has lasted for neither decades nor hundreds of years since its inception.

Instead, it was thousands of years of continuous war, until all the fragment kings had no capital to continue fighting.

Why would a demigod, who was unknown before the Shard War, suddenly appear as a Faded One after the Shard War had lasted for a long time?

Greg subconsciously doubted her intentions, even though she had allowed the power of the Golden Tree to heal him, he could not believe that in the era of the Shard War, he would receive such kindness.

Everyone used to look down on him because he had no power. His powerlessness made it impossible for him to protect himself in the royal city. His powerlessness forced him to hide in Stonewell. His powerlessness made it impossible for him to even protect the people he followed, let alone return to his hometown.

Greg's pathological desire for recognition was such that he even challenged enemies far stronger than himself, but in the end, all he got was humiliation.

This made it difficult for him to even believe that there was someone in this world who was far more powerful than him and would have good intentions towards him.

"Don't you want to go home?" Mia asked back.

The girl bent down and picked up the crown that Greg had dropped on the ground.

Gently wipe off the dust.

Hold the crown forward.

“Put it on again. I am your elder. I will take you home. This is what I should do.”

Greg stared at the crown.

His lip trembled and his eyes kept moving back and forth between Mia and the crown in her hand.

"You want to give it to me?"

"Yes," Mia replied.

The hand holding the golden crown did not drop.

This may not mean anything.

Because this crown was originally worn on Greg's head.

But at least, this can demonstrate an attitude.

Mia thought so.

She gave Greg a smile.

Greg looked at that smile.

It was as if that smile could last through countless years.

It was so peaceful and friendly. Just like the smile on his father's face when his brother Ge Fuya tried to take the crown from his father's hand.

From then on, Greg had a desire in his heart, a desire for someone to hand him the crown.

It was not a throne that he had seized, stolen, or deceived himself, but a recognized coronation.

He hoped to gain strength, return to his hometown, and live up to his bloodline.

And now, one of the elders handed the recognition to Greg.

"You really want to give it to me?"

At this moment, even though Greg had a huge body, he seemed extremely small in front of Mia.

He tried humbly.

"Do you want me to bring it to you personally?" Mia tilted her head.

Did she think Greg's reaction was a bit too much?

Then, she thought.

This is not a game. Perhaps Greg here has suffered more pain that she is not aware of.

That’s why he behaves so flamboyantly when goodwill appears.

Perhaps all Greg wanted was some gentle treatment from his elders.

Monggot didn't know how to love. As the last king, Monggot couldn't do more because Greg's brother had once disobeyed his existence.

Monggot's protection was more like surveillance.

Moreover, Greg did not know the true identity of the evil omen demon.

As for the offspring of Radagon and the Full Moon Queen? Lani, Radagon, and Lakkad?

Everyone felt that they were not the Golden God Clan.

It is true that the descendants of the Full Moon Queen possessed the Great Rune and were the Fragment Kings, but that was after Radagon became the King of Elden.

The secret that Radhagaon is Mallika is not known to many.

Therefore, in people's cognition, there is no blood relationship between the three siblings born by the Full Moon Queen and Greg. After Radagon abandoned the Full Moon Queen, they became strangers.

And what about Michaela and Malenia?

Needless to say.

Greg's six-fingered hand reached out to Mia carefully.

He took the golden crown from the girl's hand.

After he put down the axe, put the crown back on his head, and tidied his white hair.

"Do you recognize me? Do you recognize that I am the descendant of gold?"

He asked humbly.

"Of course you are, Greg. You are Godwin's child. I know you lack strength, Greg, but strength is not everything in this world."

Mia took a breath.

She recalled a story Wilden had told her not long ago.

"Let me tell you a story, nephew."

"Once there was a mighty giant wolf."

Mia retold the story gently.