The King of Elden does not die alone!

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The limb-grafted noble's body is even more twisted than Greg's.

At least even though Greg had his limbs reattached, he still maintained his human form. He had two relatively thick legs and a pair of relatively thick hands, with a head supported by one shoulder.

But what about the limb-grafted nobles?

Imagine opening your hand, bending the first and second knuckles of your fingers, making your whole hand in a claw shape, and then placing it on the table.

This is an outline similar to that of a limb-grafted noble.

Most of her arms are multiple hands grafted together to form one large hand, and some of her legs even have more than one foot.

"How many hands do you have?" Mia asked curiously.

"Six arms and six legs."

Foot and hand control ecstasy (nod)

Gloria looked very proud as she shook the gnarled torso to which the limbs were attached.

Her grafted torso appears to have come from a mountain goblin.

This directly proves how big Greylia's body is.

After walking a few steps, Mia asked again: "I have another companion, where is he?"

"You mean your guard?"

"Wilden," Mia nodded, "His name is Wilden."

"He stayed last night, and Lord Greg was talking to him the whole time."

"Talk?" Mia was a little confused, but then she guessed it.

Maybe it’s because of Wilden’s identity.

After Greg announced Mia's arrival to the city, Mia also told him about Wilden's origins.

But at Wilden's request, Mia only talked about what happened after studying in the cave.

Allegiance to Weldon was also simplified.

Wilden said he wanted to find his own opportunity to confess his past to Greg.

The two were walking in the deserted palace, and they met a patrolling knight and several soldiers on the way.

Of course the knight remembered yesterday's dinner and Greg's attitude towards Mia.

Then the knight and the soldiers behind him half-knelt and saluted.

"Get up." Mia smiled reservedly.

Mia can indeed get vanity satisfaction from this behavior.

She thought it would be a reminder of the responsibilities she now bears.

Mia and Gloria walked through a garden.

Like the courtyard behind the palace gate, this garden was covered with weeds and tombstones. A crow stood on a rotten wood and watched the two people walking along the corridor beside the garden.

"What's up with these tombstones?"

Mia has always been curious.

Greg calls himself the Golden King.

But his favorite scenery was not the luxurious palace or beautiful gardens, but this dilapidated and desolate cemetery.

"These are Lord Greg's warriors," Greylia said. "All those who follow Lord Greg can leave a stone tablet with their names in his garden after they die. My father is among them."

The girl with the reattached limb looked at the garden with longing.

No matter who he is, as long as he is a warrior who follows Greg, whether he dies in battle or not, whether he returns to the tree or not, he can leave his name here.

Right in Greg's garden, accompanying Greg closest to him.

This is obviously not the only garden, but it is conceivable that all the open spaces in Greg's palace are filled with such tombstones.

The heroic spirits who followed their lord guarded their king and listened to him talk about his dream of returning home.

Most of the stone tablets had long been weathered and no inscriptions had been left on them. Greg must have been doing this for a long, long time ago, perhaps since he left the royal city.

When Mia looked at the scattered stone tablets again, when she saw the crows jumping on the dead trees and the gray and yellow dry grass.

She no longer felt sad.

These warriors were in the garden, and when Greg walked in the garden, he was walking among his warriors.

For Greg, this is the place where he feels safest.

Mia walked back into the room. The cemetery was isolated behind the wall. The girl felt her heart beating sadly.

"Greck...him." Mia paused.

She didn't know how to evaluate Greg's actions.

In the end, all Mia could say was, “He’s a good man.”

"Lord Greg is my benefactor," said Greylia.

"You should understand from my appearance. Although I have gold in my eyes, I am as petite as the Faded Ones, and I do not possess the power of a true noble."

"But Lord Greg saved me and allowed me to perform the limb-reattachment ritual."

Greylia made no secret of her admiration for Greg.

"Hmm..." Mia frowned, "Are the only sacrifices for the limb-replacement ceremony the faded ones?"

"Not all of them. Although most of them are Faded Ones, there is only one requirement to become a limb-replacement sacrifice: a rebellious and powerful person. It's just that most of those people are Faded Ones." Greylia replied.

Her torso came from a mountain goblin.

"Oh." Mia nodded. However, since the Faded Ones were mentioned, another question that had troubled her for a while came to her mind: "I remember that there are similar Faded Ones in the border area, right? How can we distinguish those who have not been blessed since birth?"

"Ah, that's different." Greylia said, "The faded ones you are talking about should be people like me, who are inferior to ordinary people in both strength and lifespan, right? We are different from the faded ones who returned from outside the border."

"They are rebels and warriors who want to steal the throne of King Elden and usurp the rule of the demigods. I am a descendant of the nobility, and the Faded Village below the city is also a village loyal to King Greg. They are all civilians, not warriors, and they are not allowed to own weapons."

Mia nodded in understanding.

It turned out to be the case.

Isn't it based on body size that distinguishes people, but on whether or not they have sworn allegiance?

It's like the difference between the British and the Anglo-Saxons, their goals are different.

"You should also pay more attention to the Faded Ones, Your Majesty Mia." Greylia said, "If those Faded Ones who intend to steal the throne knew that you are a demigod, they would definitely want to kill you."

"Um...ah, I see."

Mia actually doesn't quite understand this.

A long time ago, and for a very long time, she positioned herself as a faded being rather than a demigod.

Therefore, I did not feel that those faded ones who came to the border area were two separate groups from myself.

Whether it's Patch or Roger, aren't they all Faders?

Roger is devoted to exploring the secrets of the Dead Born, while Patch lives a comfortable life as a bandit.

I haven't seen them trying to seize the position of King of Elden.

Suddenly.

Mia realized how right her choice was.

She had already learned from the locals in the border area how they would treat a faded person who wanted to be king.

If you really follow the process in the game, a faded person from the outside world will become the King of Elden.

Either the border area has become a dead zone, or what awaits him is rebellion from the entire land.

Mia followed Gloria to the banquet hall.

It was a bit of an unexpected discovery that in addition to Greg, Wilden was of course also here.

Greg sat in the largest chair at the long table, holding a wine glass that was proportional to his body.

Wilden was right next to Greg.

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Greg sat on the largest chair in the banquet hall, holding a wine glass in both hands that was not in proportion to his body size.

"Tell me more about him and my mother."

The limb-removed king hunched over the table, listening to Wilden's stories of the past.

"I can't remember everything..."

Wilden said.

Even though his memory and appearance have recovered a lot, some things are forgotten and it has nothing to do with the flexibility of his brain.

"Then tell me what you remember most clearly."

Greg had great respect for the knight who had served his father.

And, he didn't blame Wilden at all for his little 'betrayal'.

On the contrary, after knowing the reason why Wilden was loyal to Mia, Greg sighed several times and said that Wilden made the right decision.

At the same time, I am more convinced that I have made the right decision.

Weldon knew a great deal about Godwin.

As he told these stories to Greg.

Greg laughed at himself.

"As his son, I don't even know him as well as you do."

"It's not your fault, Lord Greg."

Wilden consoled.

"Should we blame him?" Greg sighed.

Godwin is the heir to the Golden Dynasty and Marika's eldest son.

His daily schedule is always full.

Greg may not be able to see Godwin anytime and anywhere in the past, but Wilden can.

As Godwin's bodyguard, Wilden spends at least half of the day with his master.

Greg may not know what kind of king his father wanted to be, but Wilden does.

When Godwin toured the border, Weldon was at his side. When Godwin spoke of his ideals to his legions, Weldon was at his side.

And what about Greg?

He had only one memory of his time at Rodel—a generally happy one.

Greg drank the drink in one gulp.

If he had known more about his father and learned more about leading troops and governing the country at that time, would his fate have changed?

Even if it means becoming a stronger person, a wiser person?

But at that time, Greg was just being a playboy.

Thinking of this, he felt sad again.

It turns out that he has been useless since that time.

"Good morning."

Greg looked towards the direction where the greeting came from with a slightly numb look in his eyes.

Mia has appeared outside the banquet hall.

"You guys chatted all night?"

"His Highness Greg wants to hear about His Highness Godwin."