Chapter 152 The Time Has Come to Wear the Crown, and to Correct Everything

In the undulating sea of ​​clouds, everything is collapsing.

The so-called fantasy zone does not belong to the correct history. It is a fantasy bubble like a rootless duckweed.

Because of this, when the foundation of its existence is erased, this illusory world naturally has only the option of disappearing and disintegrating under the impact of historical correction.

Char sat on the highest point of the Holy City, on the black iron throne.

Under him, the chalk city of Camelot, this holy city is disappearing in the surging magic power.

First, the outer city wall, then the buildings in the holy city that have been reduced to ruins by the nuclear explosion, and then the palace that was spared from the nuclear explosion because of Isadella's existence.

Flying up along the palace, the collapse continues.

From the foundation stone at the bottom to the upper floors.

Then, the wave of collapse reached the top of the palace, the outer edge of the throne at the end of the world.

Char quietly watched the crumbling bricks, sand, smoke and chalky boulders.

The huge floor-to-ceiling silver mirror between the thrones reflected the figure of the young man.

The black-bottomed red-clouded Akatsuki robe had a huge, unhealed blood hole through his chest.

His handsome face was pale, and even his originally clear eyes dimmed a little.

The effect of the broken "Night Watcher's Dagger" could indeed prevent Char from dying for a short period of time, but its effect was only to leave him with the last bit of vitality.

The wound from the holy sword was left on Char's body, making him feel weak in all his limbs.

The long-term overloaded driving of the Black Knight mecha had made Char's mental strength almost exhausted, his senses numb, and a sense of weakness from deep in his soul, as if he would faint at any time.

"Really, you look so miserable."

"Is this the price of pretending to be a hero even though you have lost your immortality?"

Char looked at the weak figure on the throne in the mirror and couldn't help but smile.

"If Xiao Ai saw me like this now, she would probably be heartbroken."

Pushing himself to such an embarrassing state is not in line with Char's previous style.

However, this is Char's own choice.

Since he entered the historical remnant of Esgania again, he had already thought of everything.

"Since this is the path I have chosen, I have to finish it no matter how absurd it is..."

"I didn't expect that your teachings would be used at this time."

Char recalled the words of his golden elf teacher and shook his head with a smile.

The next moment, his mind moved slightly.

Accompanied by a distortion of space fluctuations, a series of emerald green lights with vitality appeared around Char.

Then, they were all absorbed into Char's body.

Those were the many potions stored in his space pocket, which were used up at all costs.

And Char also bit his tongue with the stimulation of those healing alchemy potions.

Let the originally dry and exhausted mental power be revitalized again.

He leaned on the throne and stretched out his hand slightly.

The next moment, the illusory light, accompanied by the pale silver starlight, slowly condensed above Char's head.

After a few breaths, the pale silver light solidified and turned into a pure silver crown of thorns in the air.

This crown of thorns was the incarnation of the authority of the King of the Fantasy Belt that Char stole from Isadella with the thief's gloves.

And Char let the thorn-shaped silver crown slowly fall on his head.

Authority merged with Char's soul.

Almost at the same time, his dark eyes shone with extremely bright and dazzling starlight.

The last of his spiritual power was burned, driving the authority that dominated the fantasy zone.

The throne room that was constantly eroded and corrected by the historical correction force suddenly rioted.

The unprecedented, extremely bright starlight illuminated the sky at the end of the world.

"Then, Your Highness."

In the bright daylight that seemed to swallow the world.

Char whispered softly to the girl who was already difficult to see under the long river of time.

"Let me do the last thing for you."

"Reform that distorted and wrong history."

"Correct it to the original appearance."

"And..."

Char's lips moved slightly.

The last words drifted down the long river of time, and only the two heard it.

...

The long river of time was roaring and stirring.

Countless wrong tributaries were cut off and buried, and a correct new flow that conformed to the general trend was opened up.

And around the fantasy zone that originally cut off history and blocked the general trend.

Everything is "rewritten" by the new owner of the fantasy belt at this moment.

Isadella closed her eyes and let her body wander in the waves of the long river of history, feeling her imprints and footprints in the past, and obeying her will to be replaced bit by bit.

Year 1 of the Holy Calendar.

In a sea of ​​jubilation, the Foresta Empire was established in the holy city of Camelot.

But at the same time, the ever-victorious knight king who led the entire Esgania out of the dark and turbulent war era and eliminated the abyss monsters and the humble king Vortigern...

But she chose to hand over the throne of the empire to her own people at the moment when the empire was built.

She herself declined the company of all the Knights of the Round Table and the guards.

Alone, she came to the border village where she had pulled out the sword in the stone and embarked on the road to becoming a king.

Isadella wandered alone in the wilderness for a long time.

Finally, she leaned against a simple tree, hugged the golden sword, and slowly closed her eyes.

The sun shone through the shade of the tree, with mottled shadows and a faint warmth.

Just like when she and Char first met at the King's Selection Ceremony.

"This time, let me sleep longer."

The death of the Knight King caused an uproar throughout the Western Continent.

No one knew why this powerful man who unified the entire territory at a young age and ascended the supreme throne made such a choice.

Obviously, her life was still very long, at least two or three hundred years.

She gave up the throne of the empire above thousands of people, gave up the flowers, applause, and glory that were within her reach...

She gave up everything a human being could have in the world.

But only Isadella herself knew.

When she said goodbye to the identity of the Knight King, she was truly redeemed.

Of course, the people were shocked and puzzled.

A long time can smooth everything out.

A new king with suitable talents and strength was elected from the relatives of the old king Uther, and the Knights of the Round Table were enfeoffed to establish the eight oath families.

The Knights of the Round Table opposed the nobles, the rise and fall of the Sword Holders, and the imperial power repeatedly iterated in decline and prosperity.

The Foresta Empire developed in this way, and the wheel of historical trends rolled, not stopping at anyone's will.

And the legend of the original Knight King and Cain was also deliberately forgotten over time by the eight oath families.

Until it became the illusory and difficult to trace legend in the mouths of the bards.

The past has been buried in the years for thousands of years.

…

The 4th day of the budding month in the year 903 of the Holy Calendar.

The imperial capital of Camelot, the Forrestal Empire.

In the mansion of the other courtyard, the silver-haired princess slowly opened her eyes.

In her hand, the golden holy sword was emitting a sharp light.

“Your Highness Isadella, you are finally awake.”

The respectful female voice came from the dark shadow, with a little haste.

“You have been silent for a long time, and I was anxious for a while, so I came to check regardless of your order…”

“You are…”

Isadella’s eyes were still fixed on the brilliance of the holy sword.

The illusory, unforgettable memory was slowly reviving in her mind.

She looked at the shadow for a long time, and just now she found the name of her confidant in front of her from her long-lost memories: “Flan?”

“It’s me, Your Highness.”

The female voice in the shadow seemed a little flattered.

"I'm fine, you can leave first."

"As you command, Your Highness."

The attendant named Fran left silently, while Isadella continued to stare at the dim candlelight on the table.

Although she had experienced many things.

But no matter what, she had ascended to the throne at this moment.

And the mystery of the holy sword had been completely revealed.

With such power, she had the power to truly become the empress of the empire and purge the entire territory.

All the goals set at the beginning had been achieved.

"But——"

The second princess's beautiful red eyes flickered faintly.

In her ears, the last words of the young man on the illusory throne were still echoing.

"Please forgive my self-assertion, Your Highness."

"I am your sword bearer, and this is the only way I can think of to save my monarch."

"Also, although we are separated now, please give me some time, let us meet again at the current time node, in that real history."

"Then it will be us--"

"The unfinished dream of the king and the knight... the continuation of the dream."

...

"The continuation of the dream...?"

Isadela repeated the word.

"In that case, let me wait for you to come back here."

"Waiting for the story of the knight and the king to be continued again."

"Let you become my husband, the prince of the empire--"

The holy sword in his hand turned into a light golden spot and slowly dissipated.

And Isadela was silent like this, feeling the warmth in her heart filling her heart little by little.

"The day when you become the only male protagonist in my story."

………………

PS: It's a bit late, two consecutive updates today