What is King?

That means you have the most spacious palace, the largest army, the largest territory, and the most loyal courtiers in the entire kingdom...... Everything in the world is subject to your commands, and only God can be your equal?

No, that's not what a king looks like, and it's never the weight of the title "king."

When you become a king, it means every will, every goal, every ambitious plan you want to achieve...... It's all about a trade, a deal called death.

Corpses build palaces and walls, bones are assembled into banners of victory, blood gathers into your territory, and tombstones pave the way forward...... You stand on a pile of corpses and build a glorious and prosperous kingdom.

Your greatness, your glory, your victory, your majesty...... It's all made of death.

This is the meaning and weight of kings—to rule over the kingdom of the living, and to sustain the greatness and prosperity of the kingdom with death.

Anson has never understood more thoroughly than he does at this moment.

Blades as cold as snow, the rich smell of blood permeated every corner of the air, the roar of battle and the wail of death corresponded, the hoplites stabbed the spears in their hands, the knights roared and waved their swords, slashing again and again, the sound of killing accompanied by the blood flowing under their feet soaked the entire staircase in the filthy blood little by little, and it was no longer possible to see the once pure white.

"Attack—Attack—!" the roaring Green Turn, waving his blade again and again with his already sore left arm, led the royal knights to the front, tearing apart the enemy's line for the Hantu City legion behind him. Split the way forward.

"Rush. Don't back off!" the chief lieutenant's eyes had turned red with the splatters of blood. But he was still roaring, pulling the already hoarse voice again and again: "The palace is already close at hand, we can rush up immediately, don't be afraid, the Starry Sky Divine Kingdom is waiting for us!"

Hot blood spilled, and the equally unhesitating knights of the royal family stepped on the stairs one step after another, slammed their swords into the enemy's shield with all their strength, and stabbed their long swords into the enemy's chest, even if the enemy was wearing the same armor as them. The palace guards of the same flaming goshawk crest, those who once guarded the palace like them.

"The palace is close at hand!"

The sound of the slogan seemed to give strength - the exhausted standard-bearer once again puffed up his chest and blew the horn of the march, and the wounded hoplite threw down his shield, allowed his body to be pierced by the spears of the enemy in front of him, and then fell from the hills of Marcherus with his arms in his arms.

"For His Highness Anson, for the Radiant Cross, for the Kingdom of Turin—!" Severely, he slashed the enemy's shield, and before the enemy on the other side could draw his broadsword, Greene Turn's blade was stuck in the shield, and he grabbed the hilt and stabbed the broken sword into the throat of his opponent.

"For our own sake. God bless Turin—!"

"God Bless Turin - !!!!"

The same shouts rang from the steps, and the stern-faced palace guards struggled to resist. A team of 100 rushed down the stairs, and the knights of the royal family and the soldiers of the Hantu City Legion who climbed up in front of them were killed, and the sergeants of the Knights of the Sacred Tree threw their spears as javelins, and then rushed from the flanks into the rear line with the same heavy swords as the knights.

"Don't let them rush forward—" The captain of the palace guard, gritting his teeth, threw away his shield, stood from the back of the line to the front with his halberd brandished in both hands, and shouted with wide eyes at the brothers who were still fighting hard: "Don't forget your mission, don't forget what you have to do, hold on - victory must be ours!"

"God Bless Turin - !!!"

The palace guards, who had suffered heavy casualties, followed the captain and launched a decisive charge against the royal knights who rushed below, and the knight sergeants of a whole hundred-man team threw another round of javelins from behind them, landing on the heads of the Hantu City legions, forcing the warriors who had just rushed up to take a few steps back.

Throwing away his broken saber and gasping for breath, Green Turn's eyes widened - even if he didn't look at him, he could feel the halberd stabbing at him on the other side!

The screams and roars of death were incessant, and Green Turn, struggling to his feet, picked up his shield on the ground to block the halberd that stabbed him, and then slammed into the captain of the guard.

"Why should you be loyal to Berion?!"

Green Turn's roar snarled at the captain of the guard, his eyes full of anger staring at the resolute face, "Why should you be loyal to Berion?!"

Of course he knew the man, and the two had known each other since Grimm was the commander of the garrison - the man who had finally rescued him from the pile of dead on that rainy night of rebellion was the captain of the palace guard.

"Then why do you want to betray yourself and the kingdom again?!" The captain of the guard brandished a war halberd full of anger: "Isn't it you who stood here in the first place?!"

"That's because the person I owe allegiance to is Horace, His Highness Anson. Greene Turn, gasping for breath, blocked the second attack with his shield: "And now the man sitting in the palace is Berion!"

"But my allegiance is to the Kingdom of Turin. The captain of the guard directly broke the wooden pole of the halberd, and slashed at Green with a sharp halberd blade with one hand: "Unless I die, you are not allowed to take another step!"

"God Bless Turin - !!!"

The two men who roared collided - the overwhelmed shield finally cracked, the tip of the halberd pierced Grimm's right chest, and the royal knight, who was still standing, took the last step with all his might, and the captain of the guard, who still refused to back down, was squeezed down the stairs and fell down the hill of Marcherus.

"I'm sorry, old man, I can't stop yet. ”

The struggling Green Turn's body shook, his eyes were dark, and he tried his last breath to pull out the halberd in his chest, but his body swayed from side to side lay backwards, and was helped by several royal knights.

"Greene Turn!" the exclaimed little prince rushed up from behind, gently holding the chief lieutenant's cheek with his right hand, but finally bowed his head heavily: "Carry him down and send him to a safe place for him to rest." ”

Several royal knights did not answer, nodded silently and carried the chief lieutenant down the stairs. The soldiers were equally silent, making way for Greene Turn, and watched him leave the stairs.

Speechless, Anson drew his sword and walked up the stairs step by step - this time the palace guards did not stop them, but retreated to the square in front of the stairs of the palace gate, and the soldiers of the Hantu City Legion followed their commander and finally climbed the stairs.

Finally, standing in front of the gate, finally, back. 、

"I'm back. Slowly raising his head and looking at the palace gate on the stairs in the distance, the little prince's expression was extremely complicated: "Father." ”

As on that stormy night, the square under the stairs gathered the strength of nearly a legion - the gates, the parapets, the towers...... Originally, the palace of Marchelus was built according to the fortress, and it was an impossible task to break into it.

Not to mention that there are so many defenders, whether it is the royal knights, the palace guards, or the Knights of the Sacred Tree, they are all among the best in the entire kingdom, and even if the Hantu City legions are fully equipped to face them here, they may not have an absolute chance of victory.

But the little prince was not thinking of these things at this moment, looking at the high staircase, looking at the magnificent palace gates, he seemed to see his father standing there, smiling and waving to him, and letting himself go over to accompany him.

Adele, who is grimacing, is afraid that she will hide somewhere and watch her own jokes.

And Arnold, he really hurt this old man like that, it really ...... Maybe you still have a chance to make amends?

Maybe...... Do you still have a chance to start all over again?

"Your Highness!" A royal knight behind him stepped forward: "Our people have seen the blood cross banner of the Battle Banner Legion, and they are already about to rush up!"

"Edward? The little prince smiled and nodded, and drew the sword at his waist: "We attack." ”

"But they haven't caught up yet. The knight said with some consternation: "Wouldn't it be better to wait for ......the chief flag bearer to arrive with reinforcements?"

But Anson didn't answer him again, clutched the sword in his hand and stepped forward, step by step, without hesitation or hesitation.

The knight finally stopped dissuading and drew his sword. The royal knights, the soldiers of the Legion of Hantu City, waving their weapons and holding aloft their swallowtail flags and shields, followed behind Anson Marcherus and walked forward with the same determination, step by step towards the final staircase.

Raise your shield, raise your spear flat, and draw your blade...... The equally silent defenders were waiting, waiting for the moment when the enemy on the opposite side would come over.

Honor, dignity, victory...... Death piles up all this, and if you want to be crowned king, you have to pay more death as a price and bargaining chip.

Is it power, honor, or responsibility?

It is courage, the courage to abandon everything, the courage to be able to march on the corpse without the slightest regret or fear - when the enemy is afraid, I have nothing to fear, so victory is mine!

"For the sake of Turin, for the Radiant Cross-!" Anson roared, "Turines, attack-!" (To be continued.) )