Huh? Are they all real?...

Under Moen's gaze and voice, Trapolis knelt on one knee in a salute:

“It is an honor that you also remember these things, Your Majesty King of Sword and Shield! Even the elves, far removed from the human world, have heard of your greatness and benevolence.”

"Your Majesty, it is truly Baratheon's greatest fortune that you have become the king of this land and can lead its people!"

With each word Trapolis uttered, Ansa's chest puffed out a little more.

Yes, my teacher, my king, is just that outstanding.

You should all take a good look!

We admire the great figure of our King and offer our praise and blessings.

Moen showed little reaction to Trapolis's praise.

He was so tired of hearing the Golden Flower Lord's praise that he was practically sick of it.

Moen clearly remembered that it was because these elves kept talking about the great king and the supreme being.

That's when Moen realized from the bottom of his heart that they were just a bunch of NPCs who only knew how to repeat lines and flatter the players.

What decent person would talk about these things every day?

Moen simply observed Trapolis's reaction intently, trying to see if he had noticed anything amiss.

Fortunately, no problems have been observed so far.

Sure enough, I was able to breathe a sigh of relief in the realm of light dust.

But immediately, Moen couldn't help but lean forward slightly.

Because he saw Trapolis suddenly raise his head and look at him, saying with a slightly complicated expression:

"To be honest, Your Majesty the Sword and Shield King, you really remind me of my Majesty."

No, how did you notice that I look a lot like 'me' when I'm next to Ansa?!

Oh damn, it seems like I'm right.

After a brief moment of astonishment, Moen immediately burst into laughter:

“Eternal King, great Eternal King, benevolent Eternal King. To think that a Golden Flower Lord would say I resemble such a great being.”

"Tell me, friend from the sacred tree, why do you know this?"

Tell me, and I'll change it right away.

Trapolis, however, shook his head in surprise and said:

"I'm sorry, King of Sword and Shield, I... I can't really explain why. It's just that seeing you reminded me of my Majesty."

At this point, the Golden Flower Lord fell silent.

Moen grew increasingly nervous. "You didn't realize it, did you?!"

But on the surface, they still had to appear nonchalant and show curiosity as if nothing had happened.

Honestly, Moen had never encountered a situation that demanded such a high level of acting skill.

And the biggest problem is, this is only the first person.

After a moment of silence, Trapolis continued:

"You and His Majesty are both so benevolent and great. You are both supreme rulers, enjoying the love of the gods alone."

"But, but you, like His Majesty, are willing to treat every mortal with gentleness and equality."

“I was once a lowly wood elf, neither a member of the high elves nor able to witness the glory of the sacred tree. I couldn’t even approach the forest of Roslorian.”

"It was His Majesty who abolished these so-called regulations, and it was His Majesty who discovered and accepted me as his close attendant."

"Furthermore, His Majesty has completely united the elves. His Majesty has taught us what it means to be of the same race and what love is. And we have kept that in mind ever since."

"If the Primordial One shaped the bones and blood of the Elves, and the Sacred Tree bestowed prosperity upon us, then His Majesty the Eternal King is the one who gave us our hearts."

"Without heart, there is no civilization."

As he spoke, Trapolis lowered his head and said:

"I apologize, King of Sword and Shield, I apologize for saying these things in front of you, but in front of a king as great as my Majesty, I cannot help but think of my Majesty."

"Do you...do you know why this is?"

I don't know if it was a thought that came to mind subconsciously or something else that drove me.

Trapolis suddenly looked up at Moen and asked this question.

Do I know why?

Of course I know, you're talking about me!

But I can't say that, Ansa is right next to me!

One god and one king is an ironclad rule, and Moen doesn't know how the Primal and the world will react if he openly violates this rule.

But Moen knew how the other gods would react.

The King is the most precious and the only treasure that God will never give up.

They certainly won't share it.

The angels given to the king, the women around the king, are not meant to be shared, because in the goddess's eyes they are not even considered human.

It's just an object, a toy.

At most, it can be called a high-end toy.

But what if another goddess gets involved?

That means war has been declared. The king will be fine, but only one of the goddesses will remain.

What will happen in this world during this process is something only the original creator knew.

In any case, Moen doesn't believe the world can withstand another apocalyptic war.

However, Moen still couldn't understand why the Sacred Tree and the Shadow had remained unharmed until now.

So how should we answer?

If I give a bad answer, this guy will probably find out!

In a flash, Moen chuckled:

"The Lionheart King, the Moon King, the Rose King, and His Majesty the Eternal King, among other supreme rulers, are all my role models."

"When I was young, I was always fascinated whenever my teacher told me the stories of various kings."

"That's why I've always vowed that if possible, I would become a king as great as them."

"I am very lucky to have met my goddess and fulfilled the vow I made in my childhood."

Moen took Ansa's hand and looked intently at Ansa, whose head was slightly tilted as she blushed.

Moen's answer was quite clever.

This implies that there were many such kings in history, and that he was merely a later follower who happened to become king.

And at the end, Moen specifically emphasized Ansa, to subtly remind Trapolis that the one god and one king is an ironclad law that has never been violated.

Sure enough, Trapolis nodded without any further thought and said:

"Yes, in my long life, there have been many kings and gods as great and benevolent as my Majesty. They are all true nobles who are absolutely worthy of their status."

"Sword and Shield King, I am honored to meet another king of equal greatness in this era!"

"Therefore, please accept this gift from the elves."

Trapolis gently opened the box he had been holding.

Two things lay quietly inside.

A leaf as translucent as emerald jade and a pair of silver-threaded gloves.

At first glance, Moen knew who they came from.

The leaves are from the sacred tree, and the gloves are definitely from Rose Lorian.

While Moen was still watching, Ansa had already spoken:

"Are those leaves from the sacred tree?"

“Yes, Goddess Ansha. This leaf comes from the Sacred Tree. As for the silver silk gloves, they come from Lord Shadow; they are woven from the silk of the demon spider Shiro beneath the End Mountain.”

"The Demon Spider Shiro, I've heard of it, the dark demon that almost became a god. It's said that it was slain by His Majesty the Eternal King?"

Trapolis laughed:

"It did almost become a god, but it wasn't His Majesty the Eternal King who killed it, but Lord Shadow!"

The Shadow killed the spider?!

If that's the case!

Moen asked in astonishment:

"Did Shilu establish the divine position of Youying?"

Not many people know about this, but Trapolis isn't surprised.

After all, it's normal for people to guess it.

Regardless of the time, the monsters that could fulfill the twelve trials were numerous and well-known.

"Yes, His Majesty the Eternal King specially bestowed the name Shiro upon the demon to complete Lord Shadow's final trial."

Damn it, I should have killed that spider!

Otherwise, why would things have come to this?!

Right, why did I let that spider go?

Ah, because there should be a spider monster under the Doomsday Volcano!

Otherwise, how else would they pay homage to "The Lord of the Rings"?

Moen wanted to slap himself when he recalled that reason.

All my troubles were caused by this damn tribute.

And Roslan, I specifically called you Roslan because shouldn't you be compared to the Elf Queen Galadriel?

Why did you go and kill Shira?!

Moen was on the verge of tears.

After a long while, Moen finally asked with an incredibly bright smile:

"Can I ask a question? If you feel uncomfortable, you don't have to say it."

"You make me feel apprehensive, Sword and Shield King."

"But what would you like to ask?"

In response to Trapolis's question, Moen asked directly:

"Rosslorian Shadow, she became a god, so who is her king? Why can I only find rumors and hearsay?"

"And those rumors are a bit hard to believe."

Moen knew the answer, but he wanted confirmation from the elves.

A Golden Flower Lord would obviously be the best choice.

In response to Moen's question, Trapolis stated directly:

"Because Lord Shadow's king has also passed away."

"So, so Lady Roselorian's king really is?"

"Yes, King of Sword and Shield, Lord Shadow's king is also His Majesty the Eternal King. From the beginning until now, the elves have only ever had one king."

This was an answer he already knew, but when it was actually confirmed, Moen still felt a little lost.

Forcing himself to feign understanding and surprise, Moen nodded and asked the question he most wanted to know:

"But, two gods and one king—this has never happened before, and I don't know how to describe it. So?"

This is the greatest blasphemy in everyone's perception.