Because the Iron Giant emerged from the ground of the tower, at that moment, the entire area, including the royal domain, was destroyed.

But whether it was luck or Hercules' deliberate decision, only a dilapidated and deserted palace was preserved.

It was exactly what the previous king had built for Byron, but it looked twice as small as the palaces of other candidates for the throne, and was made of the worst materials.

Of course Byron knew the reason. It was precisely because the king did not want to see him, so he deliberately treated him differently.

He has never been favored by others. Even his biological father regarded him as a disgrace to the royal family. Therefore, he experienced the warmth and warmth of human relationships at a very young age, although in people's minds, as a member of the royal family, he had unenviable privileges.

Although he has all the glory and wealth, only he knows in his heart that those things belong to his brothers and sisters and have nothing to do with him.

In short, he is an existence that is not taken seriously, and all this is because he has no talent and has a weak character. He has to be taken care of by his brothers and sisters at all times. Over time, his character has become ingrained and he can no longer

changed.

Even now, he has his own death warrior, who acts decisively and ruthlessly. He was even worshiped by Ophelia, but he only temporarily hid his cowardly self.

Many quiet nights, when he fell into a dream, he would find that he had become that cowardly little boy again, and then everyone around him would laugh at his cowardice and incompetence, deny everything about him, and finally scare him awake.

.

And every time he woke up crying, he would swear that one day he would let everyone see how he conquered the world, and then trample under his feet those who looked down on him...

At this moment, Byron was standing on the rooftop of the palace, using a telescope to observe the battlefield where Hercules was wreaking havoc. Behind him, Cohen was standing respectfully.

Byron stared at the behemoth in the distance without blinking. He couldn't help but feel excited and couldn't calm down for a long time, because he understood that his dream was about to come true.

"...Cohen, do you want to take a look too?" After a while, Byron handed the telescope to the knight behind him.

But the other party just waved his hand and seemed not interested at all.

"No, as a knight, I can't bear to see that scene of devastation."

"Hey," Byron was a little concerned about his rejection, but when he heard this, he couldn't help laughing, "There are only two of us here, there is no need to say those high-sounding words, and if you really can't bear it,

, why don’t you stop Hercules? Or, you can just kill me.”

After hearing this, Cohen also chuckled.

"You're right, I'm just a sanctimonious guy. But to be honest, I really can't bear to see those people being killed, but I can't bear to let your dreams be shattered."

"...Oh? You want to say that we are both fallen people from the end of the world, so you volunteered to help me, right?"

"Otherwise? I remember telling you what happened when I was a child. I have suffered so many grievances, and now I just want to place my hope on you."

"Yeah, but isn't that the complete opposite of me? I don't think our experiences are the same." Byron spread his hands.

According to what Cohen said, he has been gifted in combat since he was a child. Although his family is all in business, he is a genius in combat. No matter what combat skills he learns, his efficiency and results are several times higher than those of ordinary people.

times.

This matter even became a hot topic in his hometown. The nearby nobles came in droves every day, wanting to take him under their command, and promised to let the most famous swordsmanship teacher teach him.

However, he was not interested in those things, whether it was swordsmanship or fame. He knew that what he pursued in this life was not that kind of thing, but the freedom to do whatever he wanted.

But he later learned that no one in this world can live as he wants. In this matter, everyone is the same, even if he is a genius.

At that time, he did not understand the helplessness of life. He just insisted on his own ideas, and therefore lost the glory and wealth he should have had.

Of course he didn't care, but his family, tribesmen and friends all found it difficult to understand, and in the end they even resented him. So once they found an opportunity, they targeted him everywhere and completely disrupted his life.

Later, the nobles thought that since they could not get this genius, they could not let others get it, so on a dark and stormy night, someone set fire to his house and burned his parents, younger brothers and sisters to death.

He just happened to go out to drink alone, so he escaped from the disaster. When he returned home, the tribesmen surrounded him, saying that he had angered the nobles and that was why he suffered such a misfortune.

Faced with this inexplicable accusation, he did resist, but the tribesmen did not listen to any of his excuses and just blamed him blindly, which annoyed him.

In the end, he couldn't stand it anymore because of his love and righteousness, so he ran away from home. Ten years passed in the blink of an eye.

After Byron heard Cohen's story, he said at that time that this was not a sign of sympathy for each other, they were obviously completely opposite lives.

But Cohen insists that this is the same fate. He is not understood by the people around him because of his extraordinary talent, while Byron is wronged because of his cowardice and incompetence. No matter what the reason is, at least the ending of the two of them is

it's the same.

"Humph, forget it, I won't argue with you anymore, just let it be what you say." Byron stopped arguing with him and looked at Hercules.

However, Cohen behind him suddenly tapped him on the shoulder, making his eyes return to the front.

"Lord Byron, your knight is here."

"Huh? Aren't you my knight..." Byron was talking, but when he saw Ophelia's figure, he suddenly froze on the spot.

"Haha, my dear Lord Byron, long time no see, you are really well." Ophelia said leisurely, but her eyes were fixed on each other.

"..."

At this time, Byron had so many emotions in his heart that he could not say a word.

"Huh? Faced with the knight you abandoned, you are speechless?"

"Hmph, what nonsense are you talking about? Let's just start the fight and let me personally teach the guy who betrayed my people a lesson."

It was Cosette who said this. Ever since Ophelia turned into an elf, she has regarded Ophelia as one of her own people, and of course, as a friend.

However, just when she clenched her fist loudly and was about to give it a try, and Byron couldn't help but become nervous, Ophelia stopped her.

"Your Highness, you see there is such a big fuss over there, why not go and support Emil. This is a private matter between Byron and I, so let me handle it myself."

"Uh..." Cosette hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed, "Well, there is only one knight on the opposite side. If we go together, people will say that I bully them."

"Well, thank you for your understanding." Ophelia nodded to her.

Afterwards, Cosette left a little disappointed, and at the same time, Byron also breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterwards, Ophelia slowly approached Byron, but Cohen immediately stood in front of her.

"He is my master now. If you want to touch him, you have to get through me first."

"...This is none of your business, I just want to talk to him."

"Hey, what are you talking about? His business is my business, and talking to me is the same." Cohen still refused to give up.

While the situation was deadlocked, Byron, who had been silent, finally spoke.

"Cohen, let her come over."

"But……"

"It's okay, she won't hurt me."

Cohen had no choice but to give up, but still stared at the sword at her waist with some vigilance.

"What do you want to say?" Byron's tone was calm, as if he was not ashamed of betraying Ophelia at all.

"Why? Don't you just want to seize the throne?" Ophelia asked loudly.

Byron smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"So that's what happened. I thought you were here to ask me why I abandoned you."

"You know, that doesn't matter. If what you do is meaningful to the empire, of course I am willing to give way."

"Haha, I cooperated with Cornes and successfully activated the ultimate weapon. Doesn't it mean nothing to the empire? You have to know that with the help of Hercules, we humans can conquer the entire world just around the corner..."

"Don't be stupid," Ophelia interrupted him, "then we will only become the target of public criticism, and the dragons and elves will try their best to eliminate us. Do you want to repeat the tragedy of the Yokeshil Empire?"

"No, no, no, you are wrong. It seems that you did not read that period of history carefully. Only the Dragon King from thousands of years ago can compete with Hercules, and no one can stop it now."

"What about you? Can you control it?" Ophelia asked the most critical question.

"..."

Byron couldn't answer. He turned back and looked at Hercules in the distance. Explosions and dazzling lights kept coming from there. He knew in his heart that if this continued, the entire capital would be destroyed, and he really didn't.

Means of controlling Hercules.

"That is a power that you cannot control after all," Ophelia said with a serious face, "Byron, listen to my advice and turn around. I promise to help you win the throne."

"...No, I won't look back," Byron murmured in a low voice, then raised his head and looked into Ophelia's eyes with an indifferent tone, "You have never suffered those grievances, so it is impossible to understand how I feel. If you still read

And our past friendship, please don’t stop me, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what? Do you want to kill me?" Ophelia pressed forward step by step.

Byron retreated involuntarily until he reached the edge of the rooftop fence.

"Don't force me, I really don't want to kill you."

As expected, Ophelia stopped. Seeing Byron's appearance, she began to soften.

"You should know that I don't want to see you continue to be stubborn. I have never been wronged like that, and I don't understand your feelings. But the more this happens, the more you should impress those people, and you have always been my favorite.

Dear man, if you become a king and put your ideas into practice, you will definitely be recognized by everyone, and those who look down on you will regret it."

After hearing these words, Byron sneered.

"Do you believe this? Anyway, I don't believe it. At most, I would use it to deceive a three-year-old child."

"..."

"Ophelia, you have been moving on the right path, so you always stand on the side of justice, but this happens to be what I hate the most. What I do is just revenge, and it is to the whole world,

I want everyone to live in my shadow with fear, and let them taste the pain I have suffered. In short, we are not the same people after all, and you can't understand me. There is no need to waste words.

.”

After he finished speaking, Cohen came to Ophelia again and motioned for her to leave quickly, otherwise he would take action.

Ophelia smiled bitterly. She knew that Byron was just giving up on himself, and no matter how much she tried to persuade him, it would be useless, so she had only one way.

That is to immediately draw the sword and point it at Byron.

"If I defeat your knight, can you turn back?" Ophelia said seriously.

Byron lowered his head and said nothing, but Cohen smiled slightly and drew his sword to challenge. He had been waiting for this moment.
Chapter completed!