Chapter 152 Mysterious Ancient Ruin

A day just like any other. The sun was shining in the sky, giving life to all beings in the forest. Students practiced magic with Jane, Wisa and Harmony, who diligently made them sweat their pants after constant hard-work.

Kymil was also there, acting as a simple guard, patrolling the streets of Slyvian. He gave the humans passersby fierce gazes from time to time. They did not notice it, but Arthur did, as he watched Kymil from afar.

Before he left to meet with Kymil, Arthur shared the information he had with Merethyl, who almost destroyed her own room.

“That bastard betrayed us?”

“It seems like it.” Arthur sighed, “his father is nowhere to be seen. What should we do?”

The sound of footsteps did not halt as Merethyl walked from side to side inside her room, pondering about how she should deal with that situation.

“I’ll send some of my special forces to monitor Kymil to see if he is secretly meeting with his father. You will be the first to one if I found something.” Merethyl said.

Arthur remembered that conversation as he watched Kymil. He wanted to beat that youth up for answers until he spit out where his father was.

“I bet even he doesn’t know where his father is. I will have to keep it low for the meantime.”

It came to him as a surprise that Kymil’s father was not inside the capital. All the elves from the other settlements gathered there, and he should share the same faith. Was he in the Dragon Scale Empire? Conspiring with the dark races?

Death was the only thing that awaited for him when Merethyl got her hands on him. Arthur would go the same.

After his plan of getting the traitor went to the drain, Arthur returned to his usual pleasure time with his wives, that until the ceremony who happened after three days.

The elves were all inside Slyvian, and the palace crowded. It was not possible to arrange all the elves inside the palace, but they squeezed a few, making it hard to breathe inside that place.

Not even the courtyard survived, as elves were lying on the grass, and some trying to peek through the windows of the palace to have a look at the new ruler.

They were in the same immense room where Arthur had touched the Life Tree seedling. No one could stop moving or whispering to each other.

“Will we finally have a ruler chosen by the Life Tree? I can’t believe it.”

“Me neither. Well, let’s see what the dark races think about that!”

“He. Our ruler will wipe them out.”

Arthur heard these things from afar, which made him smile. He turned into someone they could rely on, a beacon of light, hope. That was something extremely necessary when facing the dark creatures.

Merethyl was the first to talk when everyone was there.

“Elves, we are here today to celebrate something that hasn’t happened in a long time,”

“The Life Tree chose one once again. After three months in contact with it, Akhur is now officially our ruler!”

Most elves knew him and what he did back on the battlefield. For them, there wasn’t anyone better suited for the leader’s position than him, but that did not matter in their minds. The one and only true leader would be someone the Life Tree chose, and that was Akhur.

“Akhur!”

“Akhur!”

“Akhur!”

Each one of the present elves yelled. They had waited so long for a leader, and that day had finally arrived. It felt like a dream, but also a moment of peace with all the bad things happening around them.

Merethyl opened up a case with a sword in it, and said, “this is the sword for the last ruler, and now it belongs to you!”

-.??m The sword had green and leaves adornments, and it was light like a feather. Arthur saw nothing special, until the magic in the sword linked with him, allowing to see some of its mighty.

A one-handed sword grew in an instant into a two-handed sword, changed to a spear, and even a shield. It was a weapon that could fit in all situations.

“Amazing!” Arthur gasped, but kept his cool as he was still in the ceremony.

Arthur lift the sword up, and yelled, “for the kingdom! For the elves!”

A feeling of power came from those words, and it traveled throughout Slyvian like magic. The elves outside heard it, and their hearts raced.

“For the kingdom! For the elves!”

They kept saying these words in unison, creating a brotherhood atmosphere they hadn’t felt in ages. Someone was with them now to face the hardships of the war.

The humans that were getting refugee inside Slyvian also heard those words, and they saw all the elves smiling, yelling that sentence with all their mighty.

“This…”

Humans from the Dragon Scale Empire had seen lots of kings, yet none of them compared to the mighty of the new Elven king.

A feeling of hope born within. Perhaps they could reclaim their land from the evildoers? That was the only thing they wanted, and revenge. They wanted to show those dark creatures what despair looks like, and that they shouldn’t pick a fight with them!

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The ceremony ended, and Arthur was now inside one room in the palace, changing his clothing to a more Elven-like. Not that he wasn’t using it before, but now he was their king, and couldn’t wear rags.

“There’s an ancient ruin Myria and Lilia are going to, and they asked for my help. Truth be told, I did not want to go with this war going on. Perhaps focusing on getting the Dragon Scale Empire back would be the best.”

“No, go. This ancient ruin the two of them talked about is actually a ruin of a dragon city.”

“Dragon city? As the legendary Sky City?”

“No, I don’t think it is the Sky City. Even so, maybe you can find something useful there?”

“Sure, I’ll go, but take care of the citizens while I’m away. When I return, we will go to war.”