People are at the border, but they become the incarnation of the sun

This is my first time coming here in person.

Therefore, it is normal for believers to want to see more of him.

"Then, Lord Rhine, please follow me."

Ariana turned and began to lead the way for him again.

Soon they arrived in front of a tall building, with a tall and heavy door separating them from the outside.

"Please come in, Lord Rhine."

With a loud rumbling sound, the door was pushed open.

I saw that the space inside was as spacious as the towering buildings outside, and there were countless people kneeling on the ground with their hands clasped together, as if praying to the huge portrait in the deepest part and the lifelike sculpture below.

That painting was as huge as the portrait of Reinara hanging on the wall of the stairs leading to the discussion room in the magic academy.

And the one painted above and the sculpture below is him.

Holding a battle axe in the shape of the Chinese character "德" and wearing golden armor, he looked so embarrassing.

Just couldn't see it.

"Lord Rhine, this is the prayer room, where believers pray every day."

Aliana looked calm as she introduced everything to him carefully.

“Ah, um…”

Reinhardt just responded casually. If he could, he wanted to escape from here.

It's really too shameful!!!

This is a hundred times more shameful than having your dark history dug up!!!

"Please follow me, Lord Rhine."

As a qualified maid, Ariana naturally noticed Reinhardt's embarrassment, so she took him and quickened her pace and walked straight towards the stairs.

However, it seemed that the believers heard what Ariana had just said.

The believers all turned their heads to look here, to look at him.

Like Serolina, their eyes were filled with eagerness and devotion, and sparkled with an inexplicable light.

But they were very orderly, no one made a sound, they just watched silently.

Among them were almost all men, women, young and old. Some were wearing coarse linen clothes, and they should be the residents living here, while those wearing long robes should be believers.

But why does it seem like there are more women?

However, their gazes made Reinhardt feel very comfortable, and not as shameful as the sculpture and the portrait.

Perhaps, it was because he was already used to the feeling of being the center of attention.

Even after his mood eased, he joked with Ariana.

"I can't believe you've gathered so many people here, and you've even managed to snatch those finger witches from Two Fingers. Aren't you afraid of Two Fingers' revenge?"

In response, Aliana smiled slightly and said, "Are you afraid, Lord Rhine?"

"...If you're talking about stealing, didn't Lord Rhine steal Ariana from there?"

Ariana imitated his tone, with a hint of teasing.

It seemed that since that night, the distance between him and Ariana had become much closer, and now Ariana even dared to tease him in return.

It was as if the shackles in my heart were completely removed.

"Yeah, that's true."

Ariana is absolutely right.

Although even he himself didn't know what method he used, Ariana was indeed "snatched" from Double Fingers with the help of Marika.

But then, Aliana suddenly came up and whispered in his ear:

"...However, Ariana has no regrets at all, and now Ariana feels very happy."

"Aliana is already very satisfied to be able to serve Lord Rhine."

Before he could react, Aliana left his side as lightly as an elf, and restrained all her emotions, transformed into a maid again and said to him:

"Lord Rhine, we have arrived."

And, opened the door for him.

After sending them in, Ariana left and gently closed the door for them.

This place is similar to the one below, with the layout of a church, but it is less solemn and more quiet and elegant, just like a lounge.

To be precise, this is the lounge, and it belongs to that person alone. Sitting at the deepest part is the familiar figure, Lance Shanks.

She looked the same as always.

The long silver hair dyed with moonlight cascaded down casually, spreading on the gray-black cloth with golden embroidery on the edge, which looked like a small shirt, just covering the high and bulging snow-capped peaks of the mountains.

Her figure still looked so thin, with her slender arms and glowing white hands supporting her head. Her fair face, which was full of wildness, was full of calmness, and her beautiful dragon eyes were closed, as if she was taking a nap.

It is a little more peaceful and a little less cold and unwelcoming.

However, the pair of seductive long legs moved at this moment, and they were gently crossed together as if showing it to him.

And it was no longer covered with the familiar gray-white ancient dragon scales. It was as smooth and delicate as her arms, and was tightly wrapped in black silk that extended to the absolute realm, revealing an alluring glow.

As if to seduce him, the slender black high heels hung on the toes and swayed slightly.

The changes are really big.

In the past, even if Lance Shanks had retracted the ancient dragon's symbols, there would still be many traces on his body, but now, except for the four rugged and sharp dragon horns on both sides of his head, his appearance is exactly the same as that of a human.

At this moment, Lance Shanks suddenly opened his eyes, slowly sat up, and looked at him with a smile and joy of reunion.

She stretched heavily to show off her graceful figure and slowly said:

"Hmm... Long time no see, my dear friend."

"Yes, it's been a thousand years since we last met, but you haven't changed at all."

What he said was not flattery, but the truth.

Although there were no major changes in the other people, there were some subtle differences.

But the dragon girl in front of him really didn't change at all, even her aura didn't change.

"Mm-hmm, of course. A mere thousand years is nothing more than a dream to us ancient dragons. It will pass in the blink of an eye."

Lance Shanks said this.

"Really? But that's not what Ariana told me, that you were..."

Call my name.

He said jokingly, the last few words simply lost in sound and changed to lip syncing.

Lance Sanx suddenly fell silent, and a slight blush appeared on his fair face.

This was the first time he had seen it.

But it is true.

During this thousand years, Lance Shanks felt extremely tormented and was always looking forward to Reinhardt's return.

This expectation gradually becomes mellow and rich like fine wine, and eventually turns into longing.

She really missed Reinhardt.

But just as she opened her mouth to say something, she suddenly shifted her gaze to Ashmi who was following Reinhardt.

"Oh~ A new woman, my dear friend. It seems you will never be short of women."

"But could you introduce me to him?"

A dangerous look flashed in Lance Shanks' eyes. He stood up and walked over, his slender high heels making a clattering sound on the ground.

Lance Shanks came up to them and looked at Ashmi carefully.

She felt a sense of disgust from Ashmi.

Ashmi also looked at Lance Shanks without any fear and introduced himself:

"...Hello, I am Ashmi, a servant serving my master, from the [Silver Chrysalis] of the Eternal City of Noklongon."

"Hmm, no wonder I smelled a familiar scent on you. It turns out to be what the Knox people call the [King-making Plan]..."

Lance Shanks said as if he suddenly understood something, but his voice was full of meaning.

He then immediately ordered Ashmi to leave: "Well, Miss Ashmi, could you please go out and wait for a moment?"

"I have some private things to talk about with my friend whom I haven't seen for a long time. Is that okay?"

Please allow him to take back his words, Lance Shanks seems to have changed a lot.

He has become much more polite from his previous arrogance, and even uses the word "please". He is also much more humane than Gu Long's original arrogant character.

I guess it was influenced by Ariana and Fia.

After all, both of them have gentle personalities, especially Ariana, who never loses her manners.

Ashimi was also a little puzzled when she heard this, but after getting Reinhardt's approval, she left the room.

The moment the door closed, they were the only ones left in the room.

"Come on, Lance Shanks, what was it that you couldn't say to Ashmi in front of her? Even if you wanted to express your longing for her, you wouldn't have thought of Ashmi with your personality."

"Well, that's true."

Lance Shanks nodded in agreement with his joking words, but then changed the subject: "However, what I want to tell you is something more important."

"You really made a foolish decision, actually keeping that replica teardrop with you. And from what I've observed, that replica teardrop seems to have its own independent consciousness. This is not good, Rhine."

"How to say?"

He was stunned when he heard this.

Hearing this, Lance Shanks did not answer immediately. Instead, he looked at him for a few seconds and suddenly sighed: "It seems that you really don't know..."

"The Simulacrum Teardrop is a 'King-making Project' created by the people of the Eternal City, Nox. This so-called 'King-making Project' involves having the Simulacrum Teardrop stay with the group of Faded Ones who possess the qualifications to become the King of Elden, imitating them and eventually transforming into a king."

"But do you know the price of becoming king?"

When faced with Long Niang's question, he said he had no idea and really didn't know.

Lance Shanks also gave his answer: "The price is that sooner or later, that guy named Ashmi will become your enemy."

"Either you kill her, or she kills you."

"Only by killing you can she become the true king."

Lance Shanks' voice was serious and full of solemnity, and it didn't sound like he was joking.

"But I have no desire to become king."

His words made Lance Shanks shake his head helplessly again. "Rhine, this matter has nothing to do with your will. Your fate has long been dragged into the huge vortex of the struggle for the King of Elden."

"This is also the main reason why Fia, Aliana, and I are giving you this gift."

"Even if you don't want to be king, fate has already bound you firmly."

"Furthermore, in my opinion, if we ask who is most qualified to be the King of Elden in this war, it is not Vic, nor Bernal, but you, Reinhardt."

"The solar law you possess will never allow your fate to fall into mediocrity.

In this chaotic borderland...fighting is the only way out."

After Lance Shanks said such a long string of words, he finally understood.

Regardless of whether he has the intention to become king or not, the position of King Elden will chase him, as if he already has two large runes in his hands.

It can be said that at the current intersection, his achievements have far surpassed others.

"So, Rhine, my friend...don't keep the Simulated Teardrop with you anymore. Sooner or later, she will become your enemy."

"..."

After hearing this, Reinhardt stared at Lance Shanks quietly. After a long moment, he suddenly smiled and became nonsensical again: