"When I fought side by side with you in Tifantun, it was my happiest... time."

"I feel...so...honored...to have a friend like you.

As he said this, the Prince of Cormyr, who had endured so far, became weaker and weaker...

His tortured soul...was about to leave this broken and decaying body...

No!

Li Wei held on to this 'friend''s hand tightly, seemingly unable to accept such a sad result.

He shouted loudly in his mind:

"Wo'jin! Think of a way! Save him!"

At this moment, he thought of his teacher, who was also the pride of heaven and the last consul of Netheril—Karsus.

Why...

Why are they all so gifted and ambitious, silently burning their genius for selfless devotion to their motherland, yet they all end up with a miserable fate and die young as if they were cursed by the world!

He could almost foresee that what Cormier, who suddenly lost these two wise men, would face... would be a darker and boundless future!

In the entire Cormyr, there is simply no successor with such ability to shoulder this heavy responsibility.

Once the thousand-year-old country of Cormyr collapses, will their darker northern land be able to survive?

Goddess Wojin was always available, but when she saw this scene, she said apologetically:

"I'm sorry, his body has been completely eroded and corrupted by the abyss, and even I can't save it.

"Don't look at me like that. Although I also admire this prince, I am not omnipotent. I cannot transcend the rules of this world and lead his soul to the Hazy Realm after his death.

In my kingdom of God, besides, he is not my believer!"

Maybe she couldn't stand being stared at by Li Wei's red eyes. This goddess who had always been unreliable suddenly slapped her head and said:

"I suddenly thought of a possible solution."

But her eyes suddenly became serious, and she looked at Li Wei and said:

"But that may not be a merciful choice for Altais."

Li Wei took a deep breath and said:

"Then... leave this choice to him. Tell me, what can I do?"

Wo'jin did not answer, but gave him a pointed look:

"It's not me, it's you."

"Me?" Levi pointed to himself with some confusion.

After a few seconds, Levi, who was a little numb, seemed to have thought of something, looked at Altais and said:

"Do you have the courage to face all the truth...all the sins and sufferings?"

"My friend...Altais..."

On his deathbed, Altais opened his mouth, but no more sound came out.

But Levi felt the faint strength from the other party's cold hands, which was his determination to protect Cormyr and the people.

"I understand..." Levi put his hanging hand on his empty chest and slowly closed his eyes.

...

Three days later, another magic teacher of Altais, Badas Corris, led a group of court mages back to the royal capital of Susair.

They want to hold funerals for the two dead kings.

All those who died in the disaster, along with the remains of Asan III and Altais, were placed in coffins equipped with the [Protection from the Undead] amulet.

The only difference is that there is a longing figure in front of the tomb of Assan III, and a prayer is engraved on it:

Leading the way is invincible, and order is rebuilt among the ruins.

God's gift belongs only to you, the backbone of the world and the heavens are broken.

O great king who puts an end to all falsehood.

Bear the worry and loneliness alone.

Bring gifts to.

Humble person.

The body of Altais was buried in the most remote corner of the cemetery, with no characters engraved on it.

Rumor has it that this was the punishment the prince had to suffer for his sins.

The kingdom needs a forgotten king, and that is the glory that Assan III deserves.

The kingdom also needed someone to bear the anger and accusations of millions of people in the royal capital, and Altais took over this hatred and curse.

In the wind and snow, there is sadness that cannot be hidden.

After the memorial ceremony was completed, everyone left one by one.

Only a tall figure, whose whole body was shrouded in golden paladin armor, silently accompanied Lusail, who had just been crowned Queen Asan IV, and stood silently in front of the tombstone of the late king.

No one found it strange. They were the guardian knights chosen by the godfather for the Iron Princess before his death and sent to protect the queen.

It is said that it is a constructed life that will only take orders from their queen.

But what no one knew was that after all of them left, the construct knight slowly came to the tombstone and knelt down on one knee, put his cold arm on the tombstone, and slowly pressed his head against the tombstone.

.

After a long time, he stood up and returned behind Queen Assan IV. He carefully put his hand on her thin shoulder and said softly:

"Little Taina, are you afraid? Are you afraid of taking on all this?"

"Taina is not afraid."

But little Taina held on to her red and swollen eyes to prevent herself from crying. She slowly raised her head and showed a bright smile, leaning on the latter's chest and said:

"Aren't you still with me?

"Isn't it?

"dad..."

The Construct Knight's big hand that was about to put it on her shoulder suddenly stopped, then turned to rub the little queen's head, then lightly flicked her forehead, and corrected:

"Call me Godfather, little Taina."

"At least... when there are other people around."

His last sentence was very soft, and was quickly drowned by the wind.

PS: This chapter was originally supposed to be complete together with yesterday's chapter, but when the deadline came, I had to post the finished chapter ahead of schedule. I didn't expect it to end up like this. I won't work so hard in the future even if I die.
Chapter completed!