I will be crowned king

It was an evening when everything was the same as before. The young knight who was about to go to the restaurant was suddenly stopped by the old butler and was quietly taken to the study room where his father did not often go.

"I am considering your sister's marriage and would like to hear your opinion."

The pipe-smoking father took the initiative to take out the wine from his collection. His easy-going appearance made Louis, who was sitting upright, feel at a loss. He subconsciously said abruptly:

"My opinion?"

For the quiet and lovely Lucia, the young knight loved his father's only daughter like the whole family; but he also knew that the marriage of the eldest daughter of the Bernard family, his second son was not qualified to interfere, and...

"Have you discussed this matter with your brother?" Louis carefully took the wine glass handed by his father:

"Recently, he has been in contact with the Roland family and several royal branches to choose a suitable one for Lucia...I, I really don't know much about this. You'd better talk to Kroger!"

The panicked young knight suddenly felt that something was not right. Just as he was about to stand up and leave, a heavy hand pressed his shoulder, and the choking smell of tobacco hit his face.

"Don't be nervous, it's just an ordinary pre-dinner chat between father and son."

A slightly hoarse voice sounded, but his father was still so different and easy-going: "You are also Lucia's brother. It is true that you care about her future happiness. If you have someone you think is suitable...for example, your friend named Arthur, you might as well Tell me—it’s an alternative.”

"Okay, okay."

Louis had no choice but to agree, and at the same time, his right hand holding the wine glass began to exert force involuntarily.

In his impression, his father would never discuss such "household matters" with him - when it came to the family, the only qualified people were his elder brother, the old housekeeper, and occasionally his uncle.

Family leaders, heirs, cronies, and leaders of important relatives jointly decide the future of a family. This is the practice and "invisible law" of all imperial wealthy families; the second son and other family members who do not have the right to inherit are only qualified to obey.

How could the always strict father break the rules?

"Let's talk about something else."

Clearing his throat, his father, who was half lying on the chair, looked at the young knight kindly: "Krog told me that you plan to compete for the qualifications of the Royal Attaché - don't you think it's a little too early?"

"I think it's almost time."

Speaking of this, Louis' eyes instantly lit up: "The power of my bloodline has been basically stable. It just so happened that there were four vacancies for the twenty-eight military attaches this year. Arthur told me that with the rarity of the 'Sea Knight', there are almost no Might lose the election!”

"Even if I fail, I am still going to take the opportunity to go out and become a knight errant to hone myself - you also said that I am the only successor of the Sea Knight in this generation, and I am born with the responsibility of inheriting If we don’t temper this responsibility of the power of blood, wouldn’t it be a disgrace to the Bernard family?”

"So that's what I think. Let my brother create the future of the family. I will be responsible for passing on the power of blood to assist my brother and protect the glory left by 'Sea Knight Bernard'!"

The silent father looked at the young knight who was full of longing for the future, with a hint of complicated brilliance in his eyes of relief.

"Louis, do you know what is the most striking feature of the Sea Knights compared to all other bloodline powers?"

"……rare?"

"That's just because of the blood of the Bernard family, but it's one of them." The father chuckled:

"All talents who have inherited the power of this bloodline are without exception. Unlike other bloodline powers, which continue to increase with age, experience and deeper understanding of abilities, there are changes; this change may be My emotions, but more like another 'Sea Knight'."

"This feeling is very subtle. When two sea knights meet, the abilities of both sides will involuntarily affect the other. Because of this, although the talents of the Bernard family in the past generations are different, they are generally very similar. The similarity - because of inheritance, the previous generation of talented people will involuntarily guide the bloodline power of the next generation."

"So if you can meet a talented person who is also a sea knight, it may be an opportunity for you to 'evolve' the power of your bloodline."

"This is a secret of the Bernard family. Don't spread it easily. Especially when you really meet someone and you're not sure whether they are friends or foes, don't let them easily see through the power of your bloodline."

"clear."

The young knight nodded seriously, but at the same time he also had another question:

Are there any gifted "Sea Knights" other than the Bernard family in this world?

But my father did not continue on this topic, but ended abruptly like all small talk; after a few drinks, he stood up and left.

"Oh, right."

The moment Louis went out, his father's voice suddenly stopped him: "Just in case, although I don't think it is possible, but Louis..."

"If, I mean if... one day Kroger starts to be jealous of you, or even hate you; please don't blame him, let alone hurt him because of it."

"Just treat it as a small promise and promise me, okay?"

At that moment, Louis Bernard, who had an incomprehensible face, discovered that the father who had always been indifferent, resolute and steady in front of him actually looked unusual...

Powerless.

……………………

"Why, does the power of my blood surprise you so much?!"

Phil Cressy's triumphant shouts rang in his ears, and the whistling of the sharp blades awoke the young knight from his trance: "This is not like the heir of the dignified Bernard family, what the sea knight Bernard bloodline should be like. !”

The next second, the power of blood caused Louis' body to move instinctively. While sliding to dodge, the long knife was already raised in front of him.

"clang--!!!!"

The ear-piercing loud noise almost instantly penetrated the eardrum, and the exploding fire dissipated. A strange-looking sword appeared out of thin air in Feier's hand, and hit the raised sword with great force.

Um? !

Holding back the ringing in his ears and dizziness, the young knight barely stood firm and immediately noticed the shape of the opponent's weapon, which looked unusual...

"Familiar, right?"

The sneering Phil Cressy narrowed his eyes slightly, with a slightly ferocious expression: "This is a one-to-one imitation of Kroger's 'Tearing Great Sword'!"

The livid-faced Louis didn't say much. Although he didn't believe that the other party could imitate his brother's weapon, the pressure coming from the sword at this moment was enough to prove that at least the weight of the two weapons should be the same.

"呲鎯!"

The two sharp blades met, and crackling fire was drawn out from their respective blades; without waiting for Phil Cressy to take action, Louis immediately retreated, at least five steps away.

Before knowing the enemy's strength, especially how he can conjure a sword out of thin air, it would be unwise to attack easily or get close.

Louis knew almost nothing about the power of the sea knight blood inherited by the Cressy family; within the system of the Principality of Adland, Cressy, as a branch, has always played a role in handling port and colonial economic activities, similar to the principal's finances. In the role of minister and chief businessman, it has never been heard of a talented person being born among them.

The dark sword was slowly raised, and the young knight tensed up, not daring to relax at all; directly opposite him, Fel Crecy, who was standing on the same spot, suddenly swung forward.

"boom!"

Along with the exploding dust mist, the sword edge smashed into the bluestone floor and shattered into pieces.

Um?

The next second, Louis suddenly felt that the picture in front of him was suddenly twisted and torn from the center, and it was constantly spreading to both sides, like...

It's like something is approaching quickly!

The young knight almost subconsciously dodged to the side, only to feel a gust of wind passing by his side. Under the messy golden hair, his cheek felt a dull pain as if it had been cut open by a sharp blade, and then...

"boom--!!!!"

The roar of the explosion sounded behind him, and when the smoke dissipated, a slender and neat cut appeared on the outer wall of the Governor's Mansion on the corridor side, extending from the ceiling to the floor.

This... young knight's pupils shrank suddenly.

Although it only lasts for a moment, if I read it correctly, it should be a move similar to steam. As for the power...

"How does it feel, the power of my 'Sea Knight' bloodline." Phil Cressy was still proud, as if he was showing off his new toy to someone he could only look up to in the past:

"As far as I know, there should be no similar type in the history of the Bernard family, right?"

The moment the words fell, the sword exuding cold murderous intent was once again aimed at the young knight's figure.

not good!

The expressionless Louis charged forward decisively, passing by the "steam column" and hitting the bust sculpture behind him. The marble sculpture of Emperor Herred was directly torn into pieces, and turned into rubble and debris everywhere in the explosion of smoke.

Almost at the same time, the bright silver sword light was already facing Phil Cressy's face.

"clang!"

Unable to dodge, Feir directly used the sword as a shield. The light of the sword, like a half-moon, wiped out dazzling sparks on the sword, dancing with the young knight's agile figure.

Rush forward, dodge, pull, combo... a violent and flexible offensive, the figure will disappear from the eyes in a fleeting moment, and then suddenly appear in a position where there is no time to turn and avoid, completely interrupting Feier's thoughts. Battle rhythm.

He had only been proud for a few minutes when he was dragged back to the state where he was completely crushed by Louis and couldn't find any room for a backhand.

The bright silver sword light kept colliding with the pitch-black sword. Every time sparks flashed, the sharp blade would hit Feier's neck, heart and face, and every move would be a fatal blow.

"Boom-boom-boom-boom-!!!"

While desperately trying to parry and dodge, Feier continued to steam and stream water. Translucent lights passed by the agile figure, and countless deafening roars exploded in the gorgeous corridor.

He even felt that the young knight in front of him was like his own shadow. No matter how he dodged or blocked, he could not get rid of him and always stayed within three steps of him.

But the difference with Shadow is that he is always half a step ahead of him, and can even predict his next defensive posture and dodge position in advance.

Moreover, he is still getting faster!

Louis Bernard, is he... really that strong? !

In a moment of surprise, the cold murderous aura was approaching his throat; Phil Cressy, who was still breathing, almost felt that his throat had been penetrated.

"clang!"

The dark sword that had originally been raised to parry struck down decisively, hitting the back of the long sword heavily. Louis, who was unable to parry, withstood the powerful and heavy blow, and at the same time held the hilt of the sword tightly, letting the falling sword point towards him. Slide on one side.

Along with the tearing sparks, the deflected sword was redirected, and the sword tip hit the ground heavily.

Phil Cressy held the hilt of the sword with both hands, preparing to shoot a stream of steam between Louis' next slashes to cover himself in the gap between retreat and dodge.

But at the moment when the force was exerted, the sword suddenly felt heavier.

"Um?!"

His pupils suddenly shrank as he instinctively lowered his head, and the feeling of being on the verge of death came to his face.

The blade of the sword... was stepped on!

The young knight, who did not distance himself or change direction, took a step forward, stepped on the center of the sword with one foot, and raised the bright silver sword high in his hand.

The moment the blade fell, he saw Feir in front of him suddenly let go of his right hand holding the sword; Louis, whose feet were free, suddenly lost his balance, and with a "pop!" the opponent opened his hand and pressed his face.

Given the choice, Phil Cressy would not choose to use his body to stimulate the flow of steam at such a close distance, which meant that he would have to pay a price, but now he obviously no longer cares about it.

"go to hell!"

"puff!"

The bright silver blade flashed across his elbows with his roar, and his forearm rose into the air amid the blood spurting out like a column; but Louis did not continue to pursue, but cautiously leaped backwards into the air, and pulled away some distance.

Feeling the pain of losing his arm, Feir instantly locked onto the young knight's falling figure in mid-air, and decisively raised his sword with his remaining left hand.

This is now, this moment - no matter how powerful Louis Bernard is, there is no way to dodge this moment!

The dark sword was raised high and swung forward with an unstoppable momentum.

Just when the corners of Feir's mouth began to rise, he found that Louis in mid-air still showed no fear on his face and calmly waved the long knife in his hand forward.

A translucent afterimage bloomed at the tip of his knife, rushing towards the stream of steam coming towards him.

"boom--!!!!"

Along with a loud noise, milky white water vapor exploded in the corridor.

Phil Cressy's eyes widened in surprise. With an expression of disbelief written all over his face, he stared at the figure standing opposite the mist holding a knife. Even his bleeding right hand was completely numb.

No, that’s not right…I definitely read that right! His attack just now was... it was... it was...

"how?"

Indifferent words sounded, and the expressionless Louis Bernard stepped through the gradually dissipating mist, pressing towards the shocked Feier step by step:

"The power of my bloodline...does it surprise you so much?"