The Inheritor walked steadily past the four Ultimate Mentors and then up the steps behind them, making his way to the bottom of the statue before stopping. He knelt down on one knee, his left hand resting on his left knee, and his right hand clenched into a fist on the ground.

The music stopped playing once more, and the four ultimate mentors turned and looked up at the statue. All eyes were on the statue, except for the guards. Many people clasped their hands to their chests, as if they were appealing for something.

"Is that statue the goddess Jana, how is it different from the other?" Claude asked in a whisper.

"No, of course not! you don't know?" said Lucian, looking disdainful.

"I know, this is a magician statue, isn't it the same person as Goddess Cana?"

Lucian shook his head again and again and explained, "This is the statue of an ancient magician. The goddess Gana is the daughter of a god, an ancient magician who came to this continent a long time ago. Later the goddess Jana is gone, but she is still there. She's amazing, and everyone respects her. ”

"Oh...... More powerful than those ultimate mentors?"

"Of course, the Temple of Glory was created by her! You really haven't heard of her name?" Lucian looked incredulous.

"Oh...... Uncle Allen talked about it, and I remember it...... Maritia!" Claude said thoughtfully.

"Queen!" Lucian snapped the conversation, "it's Queen Maritia!"

Claude hurriedly covered his mouth.

Thousands of people had gathered in the square, and Evelyn, who had just arrived, searched the outskirts of the crowd for Claude's traces. However, the outermost ones were mostly adults, and Claude's small body was overwhelmed by the crowd early, and even though Evelyn had an elf's unparalleled vision, it was difficult to spot for a while.

Evelyn subconsciously squeezed into the crowd after seeing it from afar, and Alan hurriedly stopped her.

"Evelyn, don't ...... like that"

"Let go, I haven't pursued you for letting him come to such an occasion!" Evelyn looked expressionless and tried to get rid of Ellen, but Eren clutched tightly.

"It's the Inauguration of the Guardian of the Blade, you .......," Alan explained.

"So what?"

"Be quiet! If you do this, everyone will be disgusted, and they will think that you are deliberately causing trouble!"

Evelyn frowned, but gave up on her original idea. She understood the fanaticism of the people of the city for the Cana Light, and if it was too reckless on such an occasion, it was indeed likely to cause a lot of chaos.

A ray of light shone from the statue, which made everyone feel warm, but Evelyn was a little uncomfortable, and subconsciously blocked it with her magical arm.

Seeing this, a trace of surprise appeared on Allen's face: this light is really warm, and it has the magic power to take away all troubles. But the elf in front of him seemed ...... Not adapting?

Under the light of that light, everyone raised their hands and looked happy. Except, of course, Evelyn. Instead, she put on her hat and half-turned her back.

Evelyn...... You...... What's uncomfortable?" Alan asked.

"Maritia ......"

Evelyn's voice was soft, and she didn't reply to Alan, muttering the name softly.

The light grew stronger and stronger, as if the entire statue was glowing. A suffocatingly beautiful figure grew clear in the light—long blond hair that hung down to the ankles, and a long white veil adorned the white form. Her limbs were slender and she looked down on everything on the ground gently......

This is a bridge that exists in myths and legends, and it is happening in the square of the Queen City at this moment.

Maritia Elena.

The Elder Elven Mage, the greatest legendary being in the world. She was the original figure of that statue.

She landed slowly on the ground, in front of the heir, her head adorned with delicate white ornaments, her eyes shining with the purest soft light of the Primordial Realm.

Everyone bowed their heads and greeted the ancient magician with the most respectful gesture.

Maritia held a sword glowing with divine light in both hands, and looked tenderly at the heir who was half-kneeling in front of her.

"The flame of the warrior will never be extinguished, raise your face and let us witness your appearance, young brave. ”

Maritia's voice was soft, even a little hazy, but it could reach everyone's heart.

The heir looked up, saluted respectfully, and removed his helmet. The dark and slightly curly hair is scattered, and the delicate facial features exude courage that is not afraid of everything.

Don't...... Is it a woman?

Those with good eyesight have discovered that the heir who fell on one knee was unbelievably beautiful, more like a woman than a man.

There were quite a few voices of surprise in the crowd, and many people began to talk about the gender of this heir.

"Hey...... It's not a joke, is it......? Is it a woman?"

"No wonder you see her figure ......"

"Oh my God...... I can't imagine ......."

The voice of surprise is getting louder and louder, although this road is not a patriarchal society, but in terms of the previous guardians of the sword, no matter what race, there has never been a woman in this role.

Maritia's expression did not change, she still smiled at the successor in front of her, and said in a gentle but blasphemous voice, "A descendant of the young Jacoin (the name of the first Digan family), a child of the Queen's City...... If darkness returns, demons strike, kindness is like a candle in the wind, and light is once again in a desperate situation, can you use your body as a shield, your soul as a weapon, and everything you have to guard these good creatures?"

The chattering crowd fell silent again as Maritia spoke again. The moment of taking the oath is sacrosanct, and of course, no one will bother with Maritia's words.

"Yes. My Queen Maritia. I will do everything I can to guard all the good and good in the world. ”

The heir replied solemnly.

"Now, I give you this sword of guard. It will help you to destroy all the forces of darkness, and evil will disappear in its light. ”

The Inheritor raised his hands and solemnly took the Holy Sword of Irelia from the Ancient Mage.

Maritia said, "Now, young warrior, please give your name to the Light of Jana. ”

After saluting Maritia again, the Inheritor turned in the direction of the idol of Cana and said solemnly, "I am Jacques's heir, Irelia!"

Irelia's voice, though powerful, was a real indication that she was a woman. In the end, it still feels incredible. A considerable number of people, including Lucian, were surprised, and of course they would be surprised that the successor of the Guardian of the Sword was actually a woman, and that she looked so young.

Irelia held her sword aloft, its blade pointing to the sky, showing the people the glory of being the guardian of the blade. The young face was heroic, and the young woman standing on the high platform seemed to be on top of the world at this moment. After the surprise, the crowd erupted in violent cheers. Here, taking the holy sword and becoming the guardian of the blade means that person has ascended to the top of the queen's city, regardless of gender or race.

"Queen Maritia. Terami led the other three Ultimate Mentors to salute again.

Maritia's smile was a little elusive, and she walked slowly to the main hall of the temple with her hands hanging lightly in front of her. Irelia and the four Ultimate Mentors followed.

After several rounds of eye contact, Terami took two quick steps, moved a little closer to Marittia, and was about to speak, but the ancient mage in front of him waved his hand like an unpredictable prophet, and Terami obediently withdrew the words that had reached his throat.

"Everyone, don't be impatient. Maritia said calmly.

The ceremony has come to an end for the time being. After many important characters disappeared from view, the crowd gradually dispersed.

"I didn't expect it...... I really didn't expect ......" Lucian has been muttering since I don't know when.

"What are you talking about?" Claude asked.

"Ah, it's a woman! My lifelong rival is a woman?" Lucian covered his face in pain.

Claude didn't care: "That sister looks very good, too." ”

"You're young, you don't understand. Lucian clasped his hands to his chest, his expression unhappy.

"You're not like a child?"

Claude also followed Lucian's posture and folded his arms. However, the moment he turned his head, Claude's eyes widened in surprise and even some horror.

"Yi ...... Evelyn!"