Huh? Are they all real?...

If not now, everyone will know that the Eternal King is also her king.

Then people will probably gradually forget about this matter.

She wants to assert her sovereignty!

She wasn't worried about being rejected.

Because she won't be discouraged by rejection; the greater the setback, the greater her motivation.

Roselorian Shadow is that kind of person.

And only at this time can we get his real answer directly.

Only in this way can she determine what to do next.

Therefore, this was not a reckless and willful act driven by jealousy.

This is the result of the deep thought of an immortal being who has lived through many years.

At the same time, she didn't think she would be rejected.

It wasn't because she was forcing her beloved king to consider her reputation and future prospects, but because she knew he was her king, so she was certain she wouldn't be rejected!

In fact it is.

After a brief silence.

Moen walked down the steps.

Under the watchful eyes of all the elves, he also knelt on one knee before Roselorian and grasped her hand.

"It's my pleasure!"

This answer instantly brought a smile to the face of the serene goddess.

The entire valley erupted in thunderous cheers.

The peaceful elves probably never imagined that one day they would become as wildly cheering as the noisy humans they looked down upon.

But the Primordial One is above; what else can they do in this situation?

Perhaps only the world knows the truth in this moment of unparalleled celebration.

This wasn't the second time this king had made such a promise to a goddess.

Ansa, far away in Baratheon, looked around strangely, then at her own hands.

She sensed that something was wrong.

But I can't quite put my finger on what went wrong.

After a brief moment of confusion, she subconsciously began to fidget with a strand of her hair.

This particular strand of hair is also noticeably shorter than the rest.

Because the goddess once cut it off and placed it on the hand of her beloved king.

However, it seems that her beloved teacher is afraid of getting the hair ring she gave him dirty or lost.

Instead, he placed it close to his heart.

that's nice!

As the goddess Ansa reflected on this, she felt as if she were being embraced by her king.

Warm and cosy.

It even made me a little sleepy.

Gradually, the goddesses, who didn't need rest, unconsciously slumped onto the table and fell asleep.

O O One, grant the goddesses who are unaware of the truth a beautiful dream from which they will never awaken.

In countless nights, a believer prayed in this way countless times.

I wonder if his voice can still reach the ears of the sleeping Primordial.

And above the secluded valley.

The king who accepted the goddess did not embrace her tightly amidst the cheers of the crowd, as he had in Baratheon.

He and she both took the same action.

They held hands and slowly got up.

Then they stood side by side in the view of the entire valley.

And under the watchful eyes of everyone, they all raised their tightly clasped hands!

This scene naturally brought the elves' cheers to a new peak.

The Golden Flower Lords behind the goddess and the king watched the enormous sacred tree before them with bated breath.

In a way, this was an enormous blasphemy that they had never even considered.

So what was the sacred tree's reaction?!

The Golden Flower Lords were filled with unease.

The sacred tree, planted here by the Primordial One, also gave its own response.

The sacred tree shone with warm light.

The radiance illuminated the entire valley.

It also shone on goddesses and kings.

Just like in a distant era, before that king left.

The sacred tree treats every elven couple who comes before it seeking its blessing the same way.

Blessings, acknowledgments.

Chapter 188 First Come, First Served (3k)

Upon witnessing this scene, the Golden Flower Lords all breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems the sacred tree does not consider this blasphemy or offense.

Otherwise, the sacred tree will not bestow its blessings.

But now, will Lord Shadow be able to accept everything as it is?

Furthermore, does His Majesty the Eternal King have any confidence in this matter?

Looking at the pair of god-kings in front of them, the Golden Flower Lords felt immense unease.

Fortunately, after the sacred tree offered its blessing, the goddess Youying and her king bowed slightly in gratitude.

From this perspective, at least for now, there seems to be no problem.

Hopefully, it will be the same in the future.

Amidst the sighs of the Golden Flower Lords, the matter came to an end.

That very night, however, the Golden Flower Lords sent Trapolis Twilight as their representative to inquire about the Eternal King.

In the king's palace.

Moen stared in amazement at everything that had remained unchanged.

It was indeed still as beautiful as ever, but most importantly, it was exactly the same as my memory.

"Your Majesty, I apologize for disturbing you at this time."

Noticing the sound coming from behind him, Moen turned around and looked away.

"Ah, Trapolis, what's wrong? Is something the matter?"

"Please allow me to apply stealth!"

Moen glanced at the sacred tree, which could be seen through the dome, and the shadowy figure that lived right next to it.

He thought to himself, "Is this really necessary?"

What do we want to talk about?

You didn't discover that I'm actually the Sword and Shield King, did you?!

Moen smiled, slightly uneasy:

"Of course, but what do you want to talk about?"

Trapolis's secret method was not the common practice of crushing runes or inscribing engravings to create barriers.

Instead, without any support, countless lush green vines sprouted and enveloped the surroundings in Moen's palace.

It forms a very unique, hollowed-out tree cage.

"Your Majesty, I would like to ask you if you have considered that what you did during the day might be a very big problem."

Trapolis was also unsure how to phrase his thoughts on the matter.

Could what happened during the day be a huge problem?

Ah, you're talking about two gods and one king, right?

Upon hearing this, Moen lowered his head and chuckled:

"I thought you hadn't thought about this."

Seeing that Moen knew, Trapolis breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that it wasn't the worst-case scenario after all—the king was completely unaware of it.

"If you knew, it would be much better. So, what are your thoughts? Is there any hidden story in this matter that we are unaware of?"

"Your Majesty, please believe us that we are not trying to spy on anything. We are simply genuinely concerned about your situation, the situation of the entire tribe, and the situation of those two."

The principle of one god and one king is an ironclad rule that has never been violated, but now that it has been broken, he is genuinely worried from the bottom of his heart.

After all, this concerns the fate of the elves as a whole.

Moen waved his hand and laughed:

"Your loyalty has been demonstrated for a long time, and the perseverance of many generations is the best proof."

"So I never doubted anything about you, but I just didn't know how things would turn out."

"After all, this is unprecedented, right?"

Speaking of this unprecedented event, Moen was clearly a little bitter.

Why would I dig such a big hole for myself?

Trapolis smiled wryly in response:

"If that's the case, then why did you agree to Lord Youying's request?"

Moen shook his head and said:

"Whether one is king or not is not decided by the king himself, Trapolis."

In that situation, whether Moen agrees or not is actually irrelevant.

In fact, if Moen had refused, the problem would have been even bigger.

Once a king is chosen, he will always be king.

Even if the king refused, it would still be the same.

Such situations have occurred before.

This is not even an isolated case.

This also included a grand performance by Moen.

Of course, even excluding Moen, that performance oddball.

There are also a few god-king pairs whose situations are very frustrating.

For example, the God and King of the Steel Heart Church—the King has never forgiven his father and refuses to acknowledge himself as His King. This is because He abandoned His mother for His own sake!

And in the distant Age of Gods, as the beginning of the irreversible war of revelation—Queen Daphne died unexpectedly at the hands of the sun in an attempt to escape the love of the gods.

Thus, the Apocalyptic War, stained with the blood of the King, had no room for reconciliation.

Restraint turned into madness and began to spread unchecked.