The King of Elden does not die alone!

Greg listened to the story about the giant wolf that had long been buried deep in his memory.

His golden pupils narrowed and then widened.

By the end of the story, he is on his knees.

Crying continuously towards the land.

He didn't care if he could become the true King of Elden.

If the Night of the Black Knife had not happened, he would have been just Godwin's second son.

He was never going to be the King of Elden.

The throne of King Elden, he didn't care.

He just wanted to go home.

If the Night of the Black Knife had not happened, he would still be in the Royal City, Godwin would still be the prince, and Radagon would still be the King of Elden.

And what about him? He is not an heir, he can stroll in the garden every day, play games with friends, and take a carriage to tour the land blessed by the golden tree.

Even if he grew up, the best possibility for him would be to get a castle at the foot of the golden tree and become a hands-off boss.

Unlike Michaela, he didn't have any relatives with chronic illnesses waiting for him to heal.

He is not like Ratan, who hopes to become a hero like Radagon.

He doesn't even look like Monggot!

The Son of Evil Omen had been imprisoned before the Shard War. It was not until the Shard War broke out that Monggot, who became the King of Blessing, truly understood the world and wanted to love and be loved.

Greg didn't want anything! This war brought him nothing but suffering!

Greg, the second grandson of King Elden, what kind of ambitions could he have?

Greg hopes that he is still that young boy, and that the Golden Tree can still be as prosperous as it once was.

He may be similar to Malenia.

Malenia didn't care about anything, she just wanted her brother to come home.

But Greg, his power did not allow him to not care about those things, even if he just wanted to go home.

"Don't cry." Even though Mia was prepared, she was still a little overwhelmed when faced with Greg's collapse.

Greg looks ugly when he cries.

The wrinkled old face was blurred by tears and looked too ugly to be looked at.

From a civic point of view, Mia would rather Greg smiled.

"I will take you home, and I will also make the golden tree return to its former appearance—"

Mia's clumsy comfort made Greg cry even harder, and he howled, venting his emotions.

Mia paced back and forth impatiently.

The old man's cries echoed over the courtyard like the screams of a ghost.

Mia felt that she had experienced the most torturous ten minutes of her life.

When Greg finally vented the emotions that had been suppressed for countless years, his crying turned into intermittent sobbing.

Mia gave him a sedative.

Greg sat on the ground.

It was already the sage time after the event. After accepting everything that had just happened, he was staring blankly at the air in front of him.

"You want my Great Rune?" Greg said, "I can give it to you."

"What about you?" Mia sat on a tombstone, swinging her legs.

If an outsider saw it, it would be impossible for them to imagine that the monster who looked like the thousand-year-old tree lady was actually a descendant.

The girl who is shaking her legs and exuding youthful vibe is the elder.

"The Great Rune is useless." Greg said somewhat disappointedly.

He is the most legitimate and surviving heir of King Elden, and the Great Rune he inherited is also the most important one.

But so what?

He was so weak that no one took him seriously.

The most important Great Rune, just protecting it was enough to exhaust Greg's mind.

The only person who had shown any concern for him in all these years.

It turned out to be my aunt...who I met for the first time.

Although it was after he beat him up, Greg didn't hold a grudge against it.

If he hadn't been beaten, he wouldn't have known Mia was his aunt.

"You keep it, it's your inheritance." Mia said generously.

Presumably, whether or not going to Great Rune was in her hands, she was more concerned about whether Greg was willing to follow him.

If Greg was willing to join her, then it wouldn't matter who held the Great Rune.

"I care about something else," she said.

"Do you want to join me? You're my family, Greg. Together we can find a way to get back to Rodel and restore the Golden Tree to its former glory."

Then, Greg answered without hesitation: "I do!"

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Xiao Ge is really miserable. Since the beginning of the Fragment War, he has been kicked around like a ball and has no strength at all.

Love you guys, good night.

Oh my god, there’s a power outage!

Just like the title!

I hadn't finished typing when suddenly there was a power outage.

Called the property and they are also contacting the power company.

Let's go to bed today (lie down)

I'll make up for it tomorrow. By the way, I'm going to resume daily updates!

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Chapter 5. So, have a party!

When Greg's soldiers finally broke through the crystal wall and saw Greg.

They found that the scene before them was very different from what they had imagined.

Originally, they heard Greg's roar and the roar of battle outside the courtyard.

The soldiers subconsciously thought that the two intruders, the Faded Ones, had entered the courtyard.

They knew what the Faded Ones wanted—to steal the Great Rune that belonged to the demigods and usurp the throne of the King of Elden.

The crystal wall that suddenly rose up and blocked them out further confirmed this.

As the sounds of fighting in the courtyard died down, there was no sign of the crystal wall cracking, nor was there any sign of Greg loudly announcing his victory.

The soldiers' hearts sank as the Son of Evil Omen wielded his sword and tried to cut through the crystal wall.

but...

The crystal wall collapsed after there was no sound of fighting in the courtyard for a while.

But it was not defeated by the soldiers.

Both the soldiers of the Exile Legion and the soldiers of the Greg Legion, including the knight who was supposed to protect Greg in front of the palace and the Son of Evil Omen, all rushed in.

"His Majesty!"

The Lost Knight raised his halberd and rushed forward with the Knight Greg who was holding a greatsword.

They saw that their long-missed King Greg was safe and sound in the courtyard.

Generally speaking, it's intact.

Greg's clothes, which had turned into rags, could not be restored by Mia's golden tree prayer.

"Oh, my warriors!"

Greg opened his arms and joyfully welcomed everyone who came.

The knights and soldiers actually saw the traces of fighting in the courtyard, as well as the faded girl who was sitting on an intact tombstone, looking at the gate calmly.

Mia was not far from Greg, and it seemed that there was no tension between the two of them.

It's hard to relate all this to the battle sounds that were booming not long ago.

A mountain monster leaned down from outside the gate and looked into the courtyard.

"Your Majesty?"

Seeing this scene, the soldiers who had been ready for battle and were willing to risk everything to protect Greg didn't know how to respond.

"What are you doing? Put your weapons away."

Greg said unhappily when he saw the swords in the soldiers' hands.

"But, but..." The knight's eyes moved between Greg and Mia, not knowing what to do for a moment.

"This is a misunderstanding," said Greg. "My fellow warriors, all the glorious warriors under my command, please put away your weapons. I am very pleased with your loyalty, but there are no enemies here."

Mia glanced at Greg more.

I thought he was just a loser who survived so long because of the protection of his subordinates, but now it seems that Greg still has the basic ability to be a leader.

By rallying morale and winning people's hearts through speeches, Mia could feel that Greg was proud of his warriors from the bottom of his heart.

"Warriors serving the main branch, you must not lose your manners. The one in front of you besides me is another demigod!"

Logically speaking, Greg cannot be considered a 'demigod'.

He is a 'quarter' god.

However, this little action of his, driven by vanity, did not cause any dissatisfaction among anyone.

The soldiers looked at each other.

Greg's words did not dispel their doubts.

The Shard War is a war between demigods.

An explanation like "another demigod" obviously did not reassure the soldiers.

But Greg is Greg after all, he is the master of the soldiers.

And a demigod is still a demigod, a powerful being that ordinary people can only look up to.

The leading knight saw Greg announcing Mia's identity to everyone so happily and did not raise any objections.

But Greg saw the hesitation of the soldiers.

"Warriors, what are you still standing there for?" Greg opened his arms and said, "In the heart of Princess Mia, she is my aunt and my family. You must treat her the same way you treat me."

Only then did the soldiers kneel down in fear and trepidation.

Bow to the girl in front of you with the etiquette you would pay to your lord.

Greg turned his head, his eyes filled with anticipation.

He was obviously hoping Mia would say something.

"From now on, my soldiers are your soldiers." Greg bowed.

A smile appeared on his face. It was not the flattering smile of a villain, but a smile of satisfaction, relief and ease.