The town is burning!

The red flame of light pierced the world under the night, and the people on the hillside seemed to be on the dividing line between light and darkness. The expressions of everyone present were uncertain, with fear, anger, hesitation, and sadness...... The ink painting splashed out in the darkness was like the most absurd mime.

The world of darkness is quiet, and the world of light is crazy. The light of the fire shining from hell does not feel the slightest temperature, and the flying ashes seem to carry the soul of the deceased, fluttering up the air current, but finally falling to the ground weakly.

"Damn the Hostents! My mom is still in town!"

In the silence, a man erupted. He rushed out of the group, stumbling back to town. The move sparked a riot like a thunderbolt, and the rioters who bravely challenged the military power wanted to break away from the ranks and return to their burning homes.

"Stop!"

Before the proprietress Linda tried to stop her, Charlotte spoke coldly.

The invisible force field cut off the thugs' path, and a man slammed into the impregnable invisible wall, realizing that it was impossible to get out of it on his own, rushed towards Charlotte like a furious beast.

He grabbed Charlotte by the collar, and the disciples and Elle tried to stop her, but Charlotte reached out to restrain her.

The mage stared at the furious man with his crimson pupils for a moment, and there was sadness in his mysterious eyes. Behind him, the men were surrounded by anger, while the weak rabbits surrounded the lions.

"Get out of the way!

"Do you know what you're doing?" Charlotte, who was pulled by the collar, had no anger at being violated, only empathetic sadness.

He also experienced life and death, and he could feel the anger and sorrow of men. Two years ago, when the mad lich Heywood said on his deathbed, 'It is the happiest thing of my life, my disciple Charlotte Clayderman, to teach you before he died,' he did feel a great rage at the burning of jade.

"What am I doing!?Open your red eyes and take a good look! Our loved one is being slaughtered by those demons, and I want to go back and protect her!"

Charlotte understands their psychology, but that doesn't mean she can continue to endure his aggression. He grabbed the man's wrist with his backhand, pulled him around and completely restrained the impulsive man, and then he snorted coldly.

"Go back to protect?!Look at you, you can't even beat a weak mage in close combat, why go back to protect?"

The man was covered in cold sweat in pain, and the bruises on his forehead were exposed. But even so, he still craned his neck and shouted, "That's better than watching your relatives and friends die!

Charlotte couldn't hold back any longer and kicked the man away. The sadness and anger in his heart could not be restrained, and he rushed to the man with two steps, grabbed his short hair and lifted it. The slightly wet dirt covered his rough face with the smell of alcohol, and the tears on his angry face mixed with mud, making him as pathetic as a lost dog.

The surrounding men wanted to step forward, but were blocked by Elle and the others, and could only beg the mage for forgiveness in a low voice.

Charlotte ignored them, and the grief that had been suppressed in her heart poured out like a tidal wave. He grabbed the man's hair and pointed at himself.

"Take a good look at me! Bastard! This cold-blooded man in your mouth lost his teacher two years ago! Just got the bad news of his uncle's death! You think I'm not angry? You think I don't want to protect my relatives? Don't you think I'm not miserable in my heart?! But what does that do, unscrupulous impulses will only put you in a desperate situation! Or do you think you're the old me? Have countless chances to start over? Less arrogant! You're not the same person you used to be! I know what I want now. But I know even more that if I want to get it, I must first have to be patient, because I have given up the opportunity to start over, and have chosen to change from a high observer to an ordinary mortal!"

The strength of the Three-Ringed Warrior made it easy for Charlotte to lift the man by the collar, and he looked up at the man he was holding in the air, and said word by word, "So let it be painful, be angry, endure it, hide it in your heart, and let it ferment slowly, and then live well, and let the growing anger be your driving force before the day of revenge comes!"

Didn't you say this to yourself?

The mage was also telling himself that he no longer had the power to reset death after voluntarily giving up Lu Sien's soul. From now on, he has lost his wayward power, and like everyone else, he will always have only one chance to try.

Victory or death, defeat or death! There is no second option!

With that, he placed the man on the ground and patted the man's dirty shoulder with a calm expression that implied magma heat. Only then did he come back to his senses and strode towards the proprietress Linda.

As she walked, Charlotte wiped her cheeks with her hand, and he removed a delicate mask as thin as a cicada's wings. In his place was the handsome face that belonged to him, and the signature short silver hair.

Charlotte turned a deaf ear to the exclamations around her and said to the proprietress .

"Listen, ma'am, I don't have time to play dumb riddles with you, I know you have a lot of misgivings about me, but as I said, we are natural allies!"

Charlotte stood still in front of Linda, he spread his hand, revealing the inner ring of Icewind Castle and the royal coat of arms in his hand, and said coldly, "I don't expect you to tell the authenticity of the badge. But if you've heard about the Mizuto incident five years ago, you should know who I am. ”

He placed his right hand into a fist on his left chest, and said in a noble and glorious tone, "I am the morning light of Lotsun, the son of Rebecca Clayderman, and I have the blood of the North and the marrow of the vast West! I am the son of Erosa, Lotinte, and Icewind Castle! I am the rightful heir of the Magic Capital! I am—"

Charlotte said sincerely, "I am—your compatriots!"

There was silence on the hillside.

For a long time, I don't know who took the lead and knelt on the ground first, but when Linda reacted, she found that she was also kneeling on the ground with tears.

"If you are truly a blood relative of Her Highness Rebecca, please lead us in expelling the invaders and rebuilding our homeland. ”

Charlotte looked at the group of people who had lost their homes, and suddenly felt an extra weight on her shoulders.

As a young woman, Rebecca was known for her intelligence and beauty in Rocente, who loved their princess and proudly called her 'Rosente's Morning Light'.

But it is nonsense to say how much prestige Rebecca can leave in the hearts of the people after so many years. Charlotte understands why they see him as a savior, and it's not because of how much popularity Rebecca gets. Rather, in the case of the complete defeat of the Leslie family and the whereabouts of the royal family unknown, they urgently need a spiritual sustenance.

At this time, Charlotte, who was once praised as a hero due to the water capital incident and has the blood of the Leslie family, fell from the sky, which naturally gave people who lost their homes and did not know where to go to see a glimmer of light ahead.

Charlotte was the only spiritual pillar for them who had lost their home, and it was because of this that the mage standing on the hillside felt a heavy burden suddenly weigh on his shoulders.

He was no longer alone, and if the Leslie family did fall, he would have to carry them forward before Erosa and Icewind intervened.

To enjoy the glory and power of the royal family, you must bear the same responsibility!

This may be the meaning of kings......