Bright torches burned in the iron lanterns on the walls of the King's Hall, and the orange glow mixed with the colorful light shining through the painted floor-to-ceiling windows, casting shadows in different directions on the floor.

If you look down from above, in front of the oak throne high above, the majestic hall looks like a wonderful stage. Here, everyone's faces were full of different expressions, some were indifferent, some were extremely anxious, some looked left and right, and some bowed their heads and remained silent. Everyone is playing a different role, and on this silent stage, an opera is staged.

With a muffled sound, the wooden door behind the Oak Throne was pushed open, and the metal knocker crashed against the wall, attracting the attention of everyone in the hall. The Imperial Guards on either side of the King's Hall suddenly straightened, and the sound of the clashing armor echoed in unison through the silent and majestic hall.

His Royal Highness Crown Prince Sovereign led first, followed by former Prime Minister Sirian, Acting Clerk Kadog, and Home Secretary Fasti. The four of them slowly walked to the steps in front of the throne and stopped. The eyes of the crowd paused, and then immediately bowed and saluted, but no one spoke at this time. Because, they have already found the answer they want on the faces of these four people.

Cyrian stood beside Essoran, looking at the people in front of him, especially when he saw Tandra and his two sons, his already extremely sad heart finally felt a trace of warmth that had not been seen for a long time. "Ladies and gentlemen, in the name of the Imperial Prime Minister, I would like to announce to you a heartbreaking matter. His eyes were slightly red, and he didn't seem to want to say the following words from his mouth, but he took a deep breath and continued: "Our Majesty the King, who died of serious injuries, has just passed away in the palace......

Although they had expected the outcome of the incident, the courtiers who heard the news could not hide their sadness and bowed in the direction of the throne.

"May your soul rest in peace, Your Majesty......"

"The light of order will lead you to the Most High Heaven, my majesty......"

“......”

The prayers of the crowd were chanted in the King's Hall, as if to comfort the untimely death of the monarch. In fact, no one can deny that Aiden was a good and diligent king, even if not comparable to his father, but he also won the respect and love of thousands of people, after all, there are not many monarchs in history who can be called "great".

Therefore, when the news of Aiden's death was announced, many ordinary soldiers belonging to different legions in the King's Hall shed tears of grief. It has only been ten years since the last death of His Majesty King Mahethian, and no one could have imagined that such a situation would befall this thriving kingdom so quickly.

Sovereign also cried, the young man wished that his father had not suffered such misfortune and would even be able to attend his own rite of passage and wedding in the future. He pressed his palms to his chest, where the silver-white necklace Aiden had given him hung out. He didn't look at the letterhead in the pendant, not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't want to be here, let alone now.

He wanted to wait until he was twenty years old to truly become the king of Orem, and in the eyes of Uncle Cyrian and his relatives in heaven, they would look at him with satisfaction, and then open the gift that had placed all his father's expectations on him. It was one of the few warmth he had left.

Cyrian pressed Essaouiran's shoulder and sighed silently, for a young man who was just eighteen years old should not have such a gloomy day in his life. Then, Duke Junhe looked up at the people in the hall, and he knew that there was something more important waiting for him. "His Majesty's decree is signed and sealed in the presence of the four of us," he said, looking at the clerk beside him, "and Lord Cadog, please read the king's decree before the oak throne." ”

Cadoge bowed to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the Prime Minister, then took out an envelope from the palace secretary, carefully opened it after displaying the fire paint, and read it aloud.

"I, Aiden Tivela Kunderbach, in the name of the King of all Orem, make the following will.

After my death, Donis Blind Konderbach, Duke of Frostwood Castle, was appointed regent of Orem and oversaw all the affairs of the kingdom. When Crown Prince Sovereign Zal Kunderbach came of age, he inherited the titles of Duke of White Oak, Duke of Sardinia, Commander of the Kingdom Guard, Supreme Commander of the Imperial Guard, and the throne of Olem.

Finally, please bury me next to the mausoleum of His Majesty Mahes, who I hope to protect forever the kingdom of oaks under Mount Ösk.

Don't grieve my departure, if it's my fate, I'll gladly accept it. May the light of Somu, the Lord God of Order, always shelter the great kingdom of Orem, and may the devout faith always lead you in the direction of your journey......"

"That's enough!" Before Cadog's finish speaking, an angry voice roared up the steps. Soveran stared at Cadoge with red eyes, as if he wanted to burn the other party to ashes with the anger in his eyes, "Lord Cadog, is this my father's last will?!The regent appointed by my father is the former Prime Minister, Lord Sirian! Not my uncle, Donis!"

Donis sneered at the foot of the steps, as if watching a young man's farce, but he remained silent, as silent as he had always been in the decade.

Cyrian's squinted eyes were filled with a variety of mixed emotions, the most obvious of which was anger, he glanced at Donis not far away, and finally fixed his eyes on Cadogh and said: "The only end of forging a will is death, you will pay for your words and deeds, my lord!" his voice grew deeper and deeper, this was not only a blasphemy against him, but also against Aiden, he would never allow such a thing to happen in front of his eyes.

With innocence written all over his face, Cadoge took two steps back in a daze, shaking the parchment in his hand and showing Aiden's autograph to the crowd. "Your Highness, Prime Minister, are you insane? For the sake of the Lord God, isn't this the last word of His Majesty the King himself in the palace?" he screamed, "you are slandering me for no reason!"

"Your Excellency Prime Minister!" another voice rang out, and the Minister of the Interior, Fastie, folded his hands in his sleeves and looked serious, "It is you who really need to pay the price for your words and deeds! I was also present when His Majesty said his will! It was the four of us who watched His Majesty's signature, and it was us who sealed the will together! Do you want to say that I and Lord Cadoge lied?!"

"Fastie, what are you talking about?!......" Sovereign looked in disbelief at the once familiar but now stranger of the Interior Secretary, Fast, who had succeeded his father, Cnut Sr., who was supposed to be extremely loyal to him.

"Your Highness!" Gasulla, the former Minister of Justice, stepped out of the crowd, his body bowed so low that it was impossible to read his expression, "Even if you are the crown prince, even if it will not be long before you become the king of Orem, you must not disrespect the will of His Majesty the King! I even shield the former Prime Minister Sirian, who intends to tamper with the decree because of his likes and dislikes! I remind you in the name of the former Minister of Justice that this is not what a crown prince should do!"

Gassula's voice echoed through the King's Hall, eerie and cold. Soveran, by contrast, had turned a suffocating pale with anger, and his voice was no longer high-pitched, but hoarse and low. "You say I don't respect my father's will?!You say my behavior is not in line with the status of the crown prince?!"

With a "bang", Sovereign drew his sword from his waist and rushed towards Gassula at the speed of the wind. "How dare you!" At this moment, he just wanted to kill the despicable villain in front of him with one blow.

"When ......"

The sound of metal slamming exploded in front of Gasula, and the bloody scene did not occur, because the last party of the whole will finally moved. Donis swung his sword to fend off Soveland's attack, and he looked at his own nephew with a lamentation in his tone. "Sovereign, I know, you don't like me as an uncle," he whispered, "but it doesn't matter, you can even remove me from all rights and drive me back to Frostwood Castle after I actually succeed to the throne!

His eyes were filled with tears, as if he was saying something heart-wrenching. "For you are my brother, the only heir to Aiden, the only king of this kingdom. Suddenly, his expression changed, and he became extremely depressed, as if a good thing had been destroyed in front of him, "But! You cannot indulge in unforgivable sins to blaspheme His Majesty's will!

Sovereign held the hilt of his sword, his palm trembled slightly from the fierce collision just now, he felt the strength of the other party, this is not the strength of a person who has been addicted to wine for more than ten years.

He was about to speak, but was interrupted by Cillian. "Donis...... Are you sure so?......" Duke Junhe stripped away all his gentle appearance, and he slowly walked down the steps, anyone could feel the momentum of a top martial artist exuded from this man who had worked in state affairs for ten years.

"Are you sure...... Cilian asked again, the long sword at his waist slowly drawn, and the long, clear sound of friction seemed to echo not in everyone's ears, but in people's hearts.

Cilian stood in front of Essaoweran, in front of the Oak Throne, as he had once said in front of the Oak Palace. "Let them come generously, and I will wait for them before the throne. ”

Ten years, a familiar scene is staged again, and there always seems to be too many similarities in fate, some people have waited for the opportunity they have been looking for for a long time, and some people have waited for the moment when they don't want to face it. I don't want to face it, not because of fear, but because of cruelty.