Huh? Are they all real?...

But just as they symbolically gave the girls' parents a choice, Moen also symbolically gave them a chance.

In fact, this opportunity was given to them directly by Moen.

But they didn't ask the girls.

While Karu Jad remained silent, Moen raised his foot and stepped on his head, saying:

"I'm just giving you back what you've already done, repackaged."

Karu Judd had a lot to say, but he didn't dare. As mentioned earlier, if he had dared, he would have died a glorious death back then.

Moen didn't even remember seeing him.

She had clearly heard of his existence and knew that he possessed a powerful sealed artifact.

Meanwhile, Moen, who was standing on his head, continued:

"What, you can't accept it? Others can stand it, but you can't?"

"Do you think you're superior because you're born to be above others, and therefore deserve special privileges and exemptions?"

"So, if you can do something yourself, why can't others do it for you?"

These are the words the King spoke to Karu Jade.

But it's something I'm saying to everyone.

No one has the courage or the right to answer this.

They dared not, and had no way to, refute it.

In the past, they were nobles, extraordinary beings, or even demigods.

Therefore, their words are the basis of truth and justice, and they don't care whether this aligns with the facts, because no one can stand in front of them.

They are the powerful and wealthy, born superior to others.

Now, people have emerged who can no longer treat them as ordinary citizens, but as mortals or even insects.

So when the king returned their actions to them.

This was the first time anyone had ever realized how absurd this was.

Looking at Karu Judd, who was completely speechless.

Moen's gaze finally shifted from above his head to the remaining nobles.

Of the powerful and influential people who are almost everywhere in the world, those who are still alive are the most powerful of the powerful.

But they were facing the real powerful and wealthy.

Therefore, they were heartbroken and filled with anxiety.

They traded girls as commodities, but before the King of the Elves, they were not even insects.

Especially the emperors from the Old World and the earliest nobles.

The nobleman who initially offered to buy him.

Moen said to him:

"Loose lips sink ships, don't you think?"

Without hesitation, the nobleman pulled out his own tongue and then chopped off his right hand.

Despite the excruciating pain, he respectfully placed his tongue and right hand in front of him.

This was a huge sacrifice, but he was extremely grateful because the king's gaze had shifted away from him.

It's incredibly lucky to have survived after committing the heinous crime of blasphemy against the king.

Moen's gaze finally settled on the emperor, who was still on the high platform.

He looked at the emperor, who also wanted to cut off his own tongue, but hesitated to do so while holding the knife.

Moen shook his head with pity and said:

"Rome can be anyone, but it will never be you."

The dagger in his hand clattered to the ground, and the emperor himself was completely stunned.

They could not become Rome, and their lineage and identity were even denied legitimacy.

For the nobles of the Old World, this was more deadly than death itself.

They were licentious, extravagant, and ruthless, yet they remained noble because they were the offspring of Augustus Julius.

They inherited the Holy Roman Empire!

But now, his already limited legitimacy has been denied by the Eternal King himself.

He even felt it was more than that.

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After rejecting everything about the emperor.

Moen looked around the entire venue.

As his gaze swept across the area, the surviving dignitaries all bowed their heads in fear.

He was afraid that this person would come looking for him again.

Seeing that no one objected.

Moen then withdrew his foot, which was still pressing down on Karu Judd's head.

And she said to him:

“Go back and tell Him everything that happened today. I believe He knows what to do from now on.”

Karu Judd did not answer, but instead rose, picked up the shrine, and bowed slightly to Moen.

The majestic and imposing pillar of light is no longer there.

When Karu Jade left with two saints from the church, he left so quietly that almost no one noticed.

Logically speaking, an archangel shouldn't have acted like this.

But Karu Jad was not a man of courage and honor.

He was pragmatic, and when he lowered his head and his lord did not appear, he knew what his lord meant.

The Steelheart Church conceded.

If it were his former archangel, and the other party refused to bow down, perhaps his supreme deity would actually step forward.

But he is not the other party, so his god will not stand up for him, and similarly, he will not be blamed for bowing his head.

The backbone of the Steelheart Church has long been broken.

He's just alive now.

However, his main god had already found clues about the enemy in that foreign land.

Karu Jad prayed to the primordial from the bottom of his heart.

He prayed that his God would soon eliminate that terrible divine enemy.

But judging from his recent performance, Karu Judd seems to be looking for a new team.

Anyway, before the Steelheart Church, didn't he survive to this day by constantly bowing his head?

Many people mocked him, saying that it wasn't actually the Steel Left Hand, but the Hand of Surrender.

Karu Judd didn't care at all about this.

Because those who once stood beside him or even in front of him are now dead, but he is still alive.

They are living very, very well, and it's even foreseeable that things will continue this way.

After watching the other person slink away, Moen turned to the girls behind him and said:

"Welcome home!"

There were no excited cheers, only silent sobs.

Homeless people who were abandoned at birth finally have their own homes.

Moen couldn't help but sigh at this.

I was ultimately a bit too late; my only good thing was that I finally arrived.

"And please allow me to say, welcome home, Your Majesty!"

The voice was gentle yet ethereal.

Three eras have passed, and the shadow that has always stood behind the Eternal King is still standing behind the king.

But precisely because of this, Moen was somewhat hesitant to turn around.

I owe her so much.

Approaching with utter malice, then leaving amidst the other's boundless love.

Finally, from across the world, one can freely admire the beautiful expression on the other's face as they fall into the abyss.

Just by writing it down, Moen felt that this was the most extreme act of an evil god.

Even Moen knew that the only thing he would see when he turned around was a beautiful face smiling from the bottom of her heart.

She felt heartbroken at her departure, as if she had fallen into an abyss.

However, she showed boundless tolerance and joy at her return.

She was the queen, so she would never blame herself for any mistakes.

If there is anything to it, it's that I left, but now I'm back.

Therefore, in her eyes, I have done nothing wrong.

However, he knew he would inevitably have to leave her and the sacred tree eventually.

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Moen unconsciously placed his hand on his heart.

Moen naturally didn't dare to openly wear the hair ring from Ansa on this occasion.

So he carefully chose a safer place where Ansa wouldn't notice anything amiss—his chest.

Through the Ring and the other's love.

Moen believed he would not be exposed.

But then the only hurdle that can't be overcome is Moen himself.

The only thing that can torture a king is his own heart.

This is determined by the fundamental structure of this world.

To this day, Moen still doesn't know why the Great Primordial decided to establish this strange law.

In a long silence.

Moen, who had been lowering his head, finally spoke:

"Long time no see, Rose Lorian."

"Yes, the time we've been apart far exceeds the time we've spent together, Your Majesty."

When those words, spoken with a slight tremor, reached Moen's ears, he felt a gentle warmth from behind.

The goddess's hands emerged from behind him, tightly embracing her treasure in her bosom.

Meanwhile, Shadow, who was only slightly shorter than Moen, pressed his head tightly against Moen's neck.

At this moment, both of them can perfectly feel each other's breath and heartbeat.

At first, they were all different, but slowly they became completely identical.

Shadow is the King's right hand, and from then until now, she has always been by Morne's side.

Just like a shadow.

Just like her surname, the shadow of the king.