"Your Majesty......"

Looking at Roland's familiar face, Chrissy trembled and muttered.

After a thousand years, she felt the throbbing of her heart again.

It was the call of the Silver Seal, the imprint of the sacrifice of oneself with the Silver Queen's scepter to atone for the grave sins of the undead.

Bow. Bow down to him. A voice kept shouting in her heart.

At that moment, she remembered the old prophecy.

"Omenous Bird! You need mercury as blood, a crown of thorns—"

The prophecy left by the Silver Queen is really not wrong at all.

She had said that when the spirits of the dead came to their new king, they would naturally understand who the prophecy was referring to.

Sure enough. Not surprisingly.

Although the silver-gray thorn pattern that slowly emerged on Roland's forehead was slightly different from the silver queen's, it was recognizable at a glance, and its essence was not different.

Indeed, you have brought us a new king.

Feeling the gradual recovery of his heartbeat, his withered heart was re-energized, and the warm blood began to flow slowly in this almost dry body.

Really, the Pale Silver Seal!

When she realized this, she couldn't stop crying.

Roland looked at Chrissy in tears, and felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

After Roland realized that he and his sister were actually alone, although his sister's memory did not flow through, Roland's habits were obviously influenced by his sister.

Chrissy, I'm back—Roland almost blurted out.

"I am not your majesty."

After Roland calmed down for a while, he still opened his mouth and said softly: "I'm Roland." Rowland. Nerola. I am the initiator of miracles, the heir of the silver, the pope of the Three Saints, the brother of the Queen of Silver—"

He read word by word, his voice clear: "I am the new king of Elkart." ”

Looking at Roland, who seemed to be shining brightly, in a trance, Chrissy seemed to see the silver queen of a thousand years.

That's right, this is none other than the Silver Queen.

No matter what the facts are, she just wants to treat Roland as the silver queen so willfully.

Although she was slightly different from what she had been in the past, such as the fact that her eyes that had been gentle and tolerant were no longer as gentle as they used to be. Those silver-white eyes were full of consciousness that ravaged the world, but at least the spirit of the pale silver did not fade in her.

Chrissy has always believed that kindness cannot save the world. That kindness to all will only dull one's own mind, and sooner or later it will kill oneself.

In her opinion, the pale silver is sharp. It should be the color of steel, it should be the color of war - it should be the color of the sword, it should be the shield, it should be the color of the weapon that can take the life of another.

On her own foot, by now, she could have offered her loyalty.

But now that she is an earl, the patron saint of 1,800 people, she cannot easily submit to others. Not even if that man was the new king they had been waiting for for a long time.

"You say you're the heir of the pale silver—"

It took a long time for the Countess of Bloodthroat to calm down and ask, "So, what do you think is the spirit of the silver silver?" ”

Other names may serve as a slight intimidation to factions that deny the existence of the new king, but Chrissy notices only this.

The spirit of Pale Silver is the heart of Elcat. Without this, Elcat would not be Elcat.

"Words of the Silver Spirit......"

When Roland heard this, he was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but bow his head in contemplation.

Yes, if you have the Seal of Palesilver, you already have it. But what is the spirit of the silver silver?

Revolt.

Never throw in the towel.

If there is anything about the essence of the spirit of Cangyin, it is the most convenient and correct way to come up with an answer. In other words, this is the so-called orthodoxy.

But if we talk about the spirit of Cangyin at a deeper level, it is enlightenment.

When Roland and Roman accept the summons of the Eye of Orm to the world of Faennes, they are aware of the apocalypse of the Twilight invasion. Therefore, Roland also understands what the so-called cangyin spirit is.

Even if they foresaw the future of infinite despair, and clearly understood that the essence of the world is endless horror, the people of the silver still did not feel hopeless because of this.

Because they have already come to their senses.

"Even if fate is doomed, even if there is no possibility of changing the ending, even if everything is so desperate, even if all struggles are just mantis arms as a car, as long as you have the consciousness that it doesn't matter if you sacrifice yourself, you will never admit defeat until the end, do not give up even a slight opportunity, do not give up a little hope, and resist with all your might-"

That is the spirit of the silver canon.

Roland came up to this conclusion.

Even if you know that you will die tomorrow, as long as you have an awareness in your heart, you will not be afraid.

Even civilians without any strength must tear off a piece of flesh from the enemy before they die, once they are cornered.

In the face of terror and despair, they did not panic, were conscious, calmly embraced their children, sang carols and happily died, this is the spirit of Cangyin.

The war a thousand years ago lasted ten years. From the mountains of Farajo to the woodlands of Callar, from the tundra of Suze to the swamps of Titan, the blood of Elkart's warriors has been spilled almost all over the northern lands. Now the dry land is now as smooth as mud, and you can faintly smell blood just by stepping on it.

To this day, the heroic spirits of the warriors still haunt the land. If you come there with spirits and delicacies, you may see a repeat of the war.

The blood-stained warrior picked up his flying head, crammed it in his arms and began to charge.

Shouting slogans, he will never back down even if there is only one person left around.

There is advance and no retreat, there is death and no life.

Against the rain of flaming arrows that obscured the sky, he roared like a dragon at the set up gun, and did not fall down until his body was pierced by dense arrows.

The warriors were on the way to the charge until they died. Even if you die, you will die proudly, and in the face of death, you don't even blink an eye.

The will that never yields, the silver that never breaks.

"In my opinion, the will of the silver is the will to rebel, and the hymn of the silver is the hymn of the rebels."

Roland recited word by word: "What a desperate fate, a doomed future, as long as I can't kill me, I will resist, as long as I am alive, I will resist - until death, until I am crushed." ”

"If you want to say why, because we are all weak. We have nothing, we can't do anything, we can't change anything. But even if we are so weak, we have teeth and nails. Even if you risk your life, you have to leave something behind, at least with this level of awareness. ”

"I firmly believe that even the weak have the right to rebel against fate."

Ah, yes, exactly-

Chrissy wanted to do so, but she couldn't speak.

She couldn't stop crying. (To be continued.) )