I Will Be The Crowned King

In the evening, the royal court of Iser.

This is the capital of the Isir Elf Kingdom and the birthplace of the entire Isir Elf; the Isir elves who said goodbye to their eastern compatriots thousands of years ago came to settle in this magnificent river valley and prospered in the next thousand years. , expansion, aggression, colonization... gradually expanded the territory to its present size.

Ysiel... In the tongue-in-cheek old Elvish language, it means "garden".

Moses Field, who first came to this land, and twelve families built their own manors and courtyards according to the scenery of their hometown. These courtyards became the "sanctuary" for the latecomers, helping the elves to gain a firm foothold in their new homeland. , and use this tongue-in-cheek word to distinguish himself from relatives in his hometown.

Thousands of years of star-shifting have engraved the traces of the years in every visible or invisible corner of her; it has always witnessed the rise and fall of the entire ethnic group just like the courtyard of every Iser elf.

The dome is filled with gloomy fog, and the cold rain is pouring all over the sky; the whole city is not like the Iser River valley at the end of the midsummer, but more like the city of Clovis, which is shrouded in water vapor and thick fog all day long and does not see the sun.

A touch of water vapor enveloped the empty streets and squares, and all the houses and shops were locked, like a dead city.

In the cold-colored rain screen, golden-red gunfire continued to flicker; countless figures in similar uniforms shuttled between streets and buildings, killing each other around street after street, barracks and warehouses.

The thunderous salvo echoed with the shrill screams, and the most hysterical curses were mixed with the shocking screams, as well as the harsh bugles, heavy iron boots, and the sound of metal and flesh colliding... Countless The voices were constantly intertwined, the water on the ground was overflowing with blood plasma, and a raging fire rose in the rain curtain, igniting most of the royal court.

The aged Iser elf sat in front of the stained glass window, staring blankly at the city that was mourning in the fire outside.

The stained glass windows made up of hundreds of stained glass form exquisite patterns on the window frames - people in white walking in the dark, holding a torch in one hand and a scripture in the other.

Over his head, three strangely shaped moons dimmed one by one; below his feet, the sun was about to rise on the far horizon.

In the painting, the expression of the man in white is extremely firm, walking steadily towards the horizon where the sun rises in the distance; while the three moons show three completely different expressions: fear, anger and hatred.

If you look closely, you can also see the pattern of a ring of order on the cover of the scripture; and the structure of the positions of the three moons happens to be a mutilated "primitive ring".

This is one of the most famous religious stories of the Church of Order, the sermons of the saints.

It symbolizes the era when the "three old gods" representing the original ring gradually declined, and the ring of order came into being, bringing new life to those who were shrouded in darkness.

The incomparably sacred religious story is very ironic against the backdrop of the burning rain outside the window at this moment.

Especially when the owner of this city is an Iser elf who believes in the Ring of Order... The corners of the old elf's mouth twitched into a mocking arc.

"You seem very leisurely and elegant."

With a soft voice, the door behind the aged elf was pushed open.

The elf girl in full costume walked into the room, orang pupil stared at his back, a little surprised face mixed with a bit of complicated emotions.

"Yeah." The aged elf said without turning his head, his eyes focused on the reflection of the elf **** the glass, and the sarcasm on the corner of his mouth became more obvious:

"After all, apart from sitting here and watching, there seems to be nothing else I can do."

After stopping, the elf girl frowned slightly:

"Are you teaching me?"

"No, I'm praising you." The old elf laughed:

"The speed of your actions has greatly exceeded my expectations; to be honest, I actually realized that the Thirteenth Council betrayed me very early, but the choice at this point in time really surprised me!"

"Especially, the ability to flexibly use the Clovis Kingdom, a strong enemy, forced the empire to have a dispute with the church externally, and internally used the Clovis Southern Legion to eliminate the Guard Corps, as well as all the nobles and troops who were still loyal to the throne and were watching. ——It's a really beautiful operation!"

"Of course, and now - deceive the city gates, control the army, purge political enemies... The Thirteenth Council, what they do today is much more than in the past 20 years!"

"You are unprecedented in making them so efficient!"

The old elf laughed more and more happily, and his joyful and lonely laughter echoed in the dead and empty room.

The elf girl's expression did not change, she silently watched him laughing there, until she was interrupted by the coughing sound of choking.

"...you're still teaching me."

"No! I said it, I didn't!" The old elf suddenly became serious.

He slowly got up from the chair, struggling with his hands to support his body and stand upright in front of the window,

The next second, the elf looked back a little staggeringly, and the serious eyes softened again when she saw the elf girl:

"My dear Freya, what father... can bear to teach his dearest little daughter a lesson?"

The moment the voice fell, Freya's pupils trembled, and the strong scarlet showed signs of fading.

But it was only for a moment that her expression was ruled by indifference and hatred again.

"No...even if I'm going to take your most important thing?"

"The most important thing?"

The old elf - Igor Mosesfield fell into deep thought, and then suddenly realized: "Ah - this is what you said?"

As he spoke, he took out a crown from his arms.

It is composed of pure gold vines and thirteen leaves, each four "leaves" inlaid with a gem, a total of three colors of red, white and black, which is vividly called the "golden crown".

As a treasure that symbolizes the kingship of Iser elf, it has been passed down for thousands of years according to rumors, and it has always been in the hands of the Mosesfield family, and has been passed down from generation to generation among the successive elven kings of Iser.

"Clang!"

Igor threw it on the ground casually.

"My dear Freya, why do you think it is my most important thing?" He looked at the surprised elf girl and smiled bitterly:

"Or to put it another way, why do you think that because you want to take it away, I will be so mad that I want to teach my cutest little daughter a lesson?"

"This is because……"

"You don't think what you're doing now is the first time in the history of the Iser elf?"

Without waiting for the girl to explain, Igor continued: "As your father, I can tell you 100% frankly--it's not."

"It's not even 'rare', or 'conventional' would be more appropriate; I can tell you one more secret, and that's what you're doing now that I've not only seen, but even done with my own hands."

Freya's eyes widened.

"So you don't have to worry at all, I will be angry because you did this - on the contrary, I will praise you." Igor's eyes were full of doting:

"You're my youngest child, and I never expected you to have any talent for domination; now it looks like I've made the wrong decision."

"The whole process is very perfect, at least more perfect than what I did back then-successfully exploited the dissatisfaction of the Thirteenth Council against the Church of Order and made them serve you faithfully; sacrificed the Guards, but forced the Empire Having to make a statement ensures that the Kingdom of Clovis does not dare to act rashly."

"Without the intervention of Clovis and the betrayal of Thune, this would have been the most perfect coup."

"Of course, that's not to say you didn't have any omissions; in fact you seriously overestimated the power of the Thirteenth Council; if they were really as strong as they say they are, we wouldn't be in the Saints Calendar. Forty-seven years of humiliation and humiliation, we have to accept the 'belief' imposed on us by the Church of Order."

"It's not even the first time they've done this... When I was the same age as you, they also gave me a similar promise; to support the restoration of the Thirteenth Council, they would support me as the new Elf King of Iser. "

"That year, I followed your grandfather's arrangement and came back from the Imperial Dragon City, where I saw everything that the Church of Order said: the steam core that can run the steel behemoth, the difference engine that knows everything, and it only takes one The cannon can smash the sixty-eight-pound Caron guns of the city gate..."

"They helped me see a truth, that is, the generation that belonged to the caster and the blood of the true gods has been completely ended; even if it rises again, it is just the last dying struggle."

"So when the Thirteenth Council issued an invitation, I refused; and I exchanged the heads of a few of them for your grandfather's trust."

"This 'trust' is very important, because it is with it that I took the 'most important thing' from your grandfather's hand as my own."

Igor sighed and looked at Freya with a sad look:

"And now, they have found you again..."

"Are you finished?" The elf girl showed a hint of impatience.

"The last sentence."

Igor smiled, his expression was unprecedentedly calm: "In your genius coup plan, how many of the 'adults' in the Thirteenth Council came to the royal court with you?"

"No." Freya said coldly.

Um?

Igor was a little surprised: "None?"

"None." Freya snorted softly:

"Those old guys...either cowards or a bunch of utterly incompetent trash - it was because of them that the last ambush of the Southern Legion made Ludwig Franz escape successfully!"

"When discussing the plan, each one is more active and enthusiastic, but when it comes time to take action, he procrastinates, and he is cautious as if he can even slap his feet when he walks."

"Well... there are a few guys who are quite active, but they can't even do the minimum work well. It's impossible to trust them with important things." Freya said solemnly:

"So I'm going to leave the army in their hands, and the most elite group of pure-blood Iser elves; anyway, even if it's just me, I can do things well!"

"Looking now, I was right."

"Ah... So it is." Igor suddenly realized.

He understood it all.

Looking at the extremely indifferent little daughter in front of him, Igor, who was heartbroken, wanted to say something, but he knew that what he said now was meaningless.

As a usurped king, he can't do anything now.

Freya crouched down expressionlessly, picked up the "Golden Canopy" that Igor had thrown on the ground, and casually looked at this treasure that she didn't even have the qualifications to touch in the past.

"It's yours now." Igor put his hands behind his back, a doting smile on his face again:

"Wear it, you will no longer be an ordinary Isher elf girl, but the queen of all Isher elves."

"Queen……"

The elf girl muttered to herself, savoring this extremely unfamiliar title.

"Yes, Queen... Freya I." The aged Elf King nodded slightly:

"As the leader of all Isher, lead the Mosesfield family, lead all Isher and our country, and use all means to defeat all enemies who try to bring her shame~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to defend her inviolable dignity ."

"From now on, this is your duty... Your Majesty."

Before he finished speaking, Igor, who had his hands behind his back, suddenly bent his knees and knelt in front of Freya.

The elf girl with dazed eyes froze in place, looking at the elf king who was kneeling on one knee.

"I……"

Freya's eyes trembled.

Originally, the purpose of her coming here was not only to take away the crown, which symbolizes supreme authority, from her father, who had already passed away.

Before stepping into the door, she had imagined a lot of plots; she had imagined how her father would think of her "usurping power"—whether it was scolding in anger, kneeling down in tears and begging for mercy, or holding back her anger and saying nothing to herself hair, or...

Never imagined that it would be such a result.

Looking at those doting eyes, the elf girl bit her lower lip and turned away.

"Fleia!"

Just as she was about to go out, the voice of the aged Elf King stopped her.

"I don't care what you want to do next, or what the incompetent **** in the Thirteenth Council want you to do." Igor's voice suddenly became serious:

"But I want you to promise me one thing - no matter what, you must survive!"

"No matter what happens, you must survive by any means; as long as you are still alive, I will do everything I can to protect you!"

"Understood, Freya? Can you grant me this little request? Freya, answer me; Freya? Freya! Freya..."

With her back facing the call of the Elf King, the silent Elf girl disappeared without a trace in the dark corridor.