Son of the Hero King

When the barrier separating the dimensions finally came down, the soldiers of Wratharis and Lustburg – who had slowly approached toward the edge of the shattering barrier to get a better view – were greeted with the appearance of Sol and his girls— Isis, Setsuna, Milia, Lilin, and the wounded Camelia. Behind them, Sun Wukong and Lilith stood next to each other and followed.

The soldiers had already witnessed what happened after Lupus was beheaded— how the Wings of Freedom appeared on the battlefield as if they were waiting for that very moment. Their appearance proved that the Tyrant had betrayed the forces of Order and joined hands with the terrorists of Chaos.

Now though, they could see no trace of Lupus as well as the other intruders and it was not hard for them to guess what might have happened.

“… We… won?”

One soldier from Lustburg asked with a trembling voice, eyes filled with disbelief. Even though Lustburg’s victory against the forces of Wratharis had been more or less certain due to Sol’s presence, the intrusion of the Wings of Freedom put a wrench in that certainty, drastically lowering their chances of victory. Many of the soldiers even thought that Sol was already dead after being pierced by Lupus’ spear.

Yet now here he was, standing with no wounds whatsoever. Not to mention, there were no wounds on the women who fought with him inside the dimension, which meant they had already been healed to a certain extent.

An excited glint lit up in the eyes of the soldiers when they started to understand what had transpired inside the isolated dimension— understanding who ultimately got the upper hand and had the final laugh.

“Hah…”

On Wratharis' side, things were entirely different, as a few soldiers let the spears and swords they were holding fall on the cracked ground. A mixture of despair and relief filled their hearts and minds, while their eyes flashed in a complicated light.

They lost and, in a way, they still won. For the less ardent supporters of Lupus, what would happen next was a result they welcomed. Those who had bet everything on the Tyrant king, however, found themselves paralyzed in fear, wondering what would happen to them in the future.

Sol was able to take in all those emotions, missing none. His eyes briefly landed in the distance, where Ibuki Doji’s daughter was present at the moment, but he soon lost interest. Shuten Doji would become his subordinate sooner or later. He could have a more in-depth conversation with her later.

He looked at Milia, only for her to nod imperceptibly. More than a dozen screens manifested in the air, showing Sol’s face from different angles.

The current Sol had his characteristic Golden hair and blue eyes, definite proof that he was still Blessed.

“My courageous soldiers. Rejoice! After a long period of war and the death of many martyrs, I can now proudly announce the death of the Tyrant, Lupus Ira!”

Sol’s voice was strong in itself, but the gravity of his words was even more significant. He did not differentiate between the forces of Wratharis and Lustburg, clearly showing his desire to embrace them all.

“I know what is in your heart and how much many of you have sacrificed. But with the Tyrant down, a new era of peace awaits us.”

Sol could not tell them yet that this was nothing but the prelude towards even more conquest. But at the same time, his only real problem was the dwarves and the angels.

The dwarves should be easy to deal with but with their superior weapon, a confrontation would be detrimental unless Kali and the other mad geniuses decided to build more MK armors.

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As for the angels, if Chloe’s words could be trusted, they had multiple weapons of mass destruction in their arsenal. Going against them would be extremely taxing and damaging.

Still,

“I am honored to have fought with or against all of you and no matter what the circumstances, I hope that Lustburg and Wratharis will be able to walk hand in hand toward a brighter future. I swear to make this my endeavor.”

Sol intoned as his aura started to spread throughout the battlefield, allowing all the people present to realize one simple fact.

“The prince has reached the King's realm.” A few muttered, almost in a trance.

This was an incredible achievement. Reaching the level of an enlightened one at such an age was something very few could accomplish.

However, Sol was not finished with his speech, “On this day, in this place where many of our compatriots have shed blood and lost their lives to fight for what they believed to be the correct, I would like to announce one thing.”

Sol smiled and took a step back, handing the stage over to the tired Setsuna. While Sol had healed her, he made sure to not erase the blood on her clothes and armor.

At this moment, those clothes were still stained in her blood and yet this appearance did nothing to diminish her charm and dignity.

“I am Setsuna Ira.”

The projection flashed in all parts of Wratharis and Lustburg as well as in the surrounding kingdoms.

Setsuna was young, incredibly so, but no one could underestimate her for even a second. She had already shown her power in the ensuing war, on the battlefield, and she had shown her courage by standing up against the King and coming out victorious.

No one would begrudge her for her victory against Lupus, winning thanks to the aid of the other girls. She would be lauded and acclaimed as a legendary figure for doing the impossible.

Facing the crowd and imagining those in the distance who might be watching her, Setsuna felt a sudden bout of dizziness in her head. Her chest was beating so fast she felt like it would explode and her lips felt drier than a piece of cardboard.

This was it. This was the moment she had waited and dreamed for years and she now found herself lost for words when she achieved it all.

What could she say in this situation?

{Don’t worry. I am here with you.}

Sol talked to her through a whisper and Setsuna found her inner calm. Indeed, she did not need to overthink. Whether her speech was grandiose or awkward, nothing mattered in the slightest at this moment. The only thing that mattered was for her to talk.

“A little more than 10 years ago, I was nothing but a little girl ignorant of the world. A princess born with everything and who had nothing to envy.”

Her voice was a little hoarse but she paid no heed to it.

“I thought I would always live in happiness, surrounded by those I loved.”

This was a dream many had. A goal everyone wished to accomplish and yet,

“Reality, however, was cruel.”

People were riveted to her words instantly. Setsuna was by no means a great orator but the story she told was one many could vividly imagine. It was a story that many had lived their entire lives.

In Wratharis, many looked down on the elderly who remembered the time of the previous king. Wratharis back then may not have been the strongest kingdom, but it was stable and the citizens were happy.

“Everything changed when the Usurper took the life of my parents.”

The day of betrayal— a dark day that would forever be a stain in the history of Wratharis. It was also a day many had been helpless against.

While many called him a usurper… Lupus, as a Blessed, had the right to aim for the throne. Even if it meant his means were less than savory, there was no question against his right to the throne.

“On that day, all my family and retainers sacrificed themselves to help me escape a sure death, perhaps a fate worse than death even. I ran and ran in the body of a child, with no food and nowhere left to call home. I felt suicidal, yet, I refused to give up.”

Despair may have filled her heart but rage clouded her mind and helped her resist the urge to give up and perish. There was no way she would have allowed herself to die before killing Lupus with her own hands.

“Now here I am. Alive and victorious.”

Now Setsuna’s voice was filled with confidence. Her voice rose and her eyes shone with the light of a proud wolf.

“So let me say this…”

She grinned and shouted at the top of her lungs, “The King is dead. Long live the Queen!”

““Long live the Queen!!!””

It was hard to say who reinforced her words… But soon, those words repeated again and again, everywhere on the battlefield and in all of Wratharis.

This was the rise of a new Queen and a new Dynasty.

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