Volume 5, Chapter 20 – Token

Ten minutes earlier.

While Tianyin was still fighting the Abyssal Lord, Fisiel had followed a group of Legendary Paladins and the injured Holy King of Knights to the royal palace of the Storm Kingdom.

The commotion caused by the Abyssal Lord’s appearance had already stirred up all of Storm City, so when the Holy King of Knights and the others appeared in front of the palace gates, they happened to run into the Storm King, face full of anxiety, preparing to lead the royal guard out of the kingdom to “take refuge”.

Of course, once the Storm King ran into the Holy King of Knights, that posture of wanting to flee vanished at once.

“I was just about to look for you, Holy King of Knights, are you alright?”

The panicked expression on his face disappeared in an instant, and not only that, the Storm King’s tone also became very concerned.

“It’s nothing serious… I just got ambushed by the Abyssal Lord and took a bit of a hit…”

“Ah… I see…”

After hearing that the Holy King of Knights had been injured because of the Abyssal Lord, the Storm King’s expression turned somewhat unnatural.

“Mm… Holy King of Knights, you are planning to come to my palace to rest, right? Please, come in, come in, there are indeed still some medicines in my palace that can heal injuries, if you don’t mind you can use them.”

“Mm, thank you.”

“Not at all… this is what I should do.”

With a righteous look on his face, after saying this the Storm King immediately looked like he wanted to leave.

“I still have matters to attend to, if the Holy King of Knights wants to recuperate in the palace just tell the butler I left behind?!”

“Mm? Storm King, where are you going?”

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When he was asked this, the Storm King instantly put on a serious expression full of lofty righteousness.

“Holy King of Knights, after learning that the Abyssal Lord has descended, am I not going out to evacuate my subjects?”

“I see, His Majesty the Storm King truly is admirable…”

After a few modest pleasantries, the Storm King led a group of royal guards and walked out of the palace.

Watching the Storm King’s figure in the distance, Fisiel, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.

“Holy King of Knights, didn’t you just send most of the Paladins to evacuate the people? Why did you still let the Storm King leave? He is clearly running away?”

“I know.”

The Holy King of Knights let out a helpless sigh.

“But even if I know, I cannot force him to stay here, to run away is his own choice after all.”

Yet Fisiel understood his words even less.

“Holy King of Knights, can a king like that still be called a king? A king who, when disaster is upon him, only thinks of running away… is he really a qualified king?”

“There are some things that cannot be changed just because they look that easy on the surface, Fisiel.”

In response to Fisiel’s question, the Holy King of Knights smiled weakly.

“If you become the Holy King of Knights one day you will understand matters like this… alright, I still need to hurry and heal my wounds… after all, I am worried your lord will not be able to hold on much longer…”

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Fisiel’s question did not receive a clear explanation from the Holy King of Knights.

And during the time that followed, while Fisiel was turning over the Holy King’s answer in her mind, he led the Paladins guarding him into the palace.

After explaining where he needed to recuperate and what medicines he needed, the Holy King of Knights was led by the butler whom the Storm King had left behind to the outside of a room that looked rather secluded.

“Holy King of Knights, you can treat your wounds inside, I will go to the storeroom now to bring the medicinal herbs you need.”

“Mm… I’ll trouble you then…”

After giving a slight bow, the elderly butler left, and the ones who remained were Fisiel and a few elite Paladins at the Holy King’s side.

“Alright, everyone find a place to rest, after this you just need to wait for me to cure my wounds.”

“Yes!”

The few Paladins nodded in agreement, but Fisiel faintly felt uneasy.

Seeing the unease on Fisiel’s face, the Holy King of Knights looked over at her in puzzlement.

“What is it, Fisiel?”

“It’s nothing… maybe it’s just my imagination…”

Fisiel could not describe this unease, and since she could not put it into words, she could not say anything definite.

So Fisiel could only shake her head to indicate it was nothing.

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“As long as it’s nothing… right.”

At that moment, as he spoke, the Holy King of Knights, as if guided by some impulse, suddenly took out from his person a delicate item that looked like a medal.

“Paladin Fisiel, I want you to give this token to your lord… after this election incident, I have no idea when the next election for Holy King of Knights will be postponed to, so while I am still the Holy King of Knights, as long as your lord comes to find me with this token, no matter what it is, I will lend my aid.”

“A token?”

Fisiel took the delicate medal the Holy King of Knights handed over with a puzzled expression.

However, unlike the confused Fisiel, when the Paladins present saw the item that looked like a medal in the Holy King’s hand and heard him say he would use it as a token, their faces all changed dramatically.

“Holy King of Knights, th-this cannot be…”

One of the Paladins seemed to want to dissuade him, but was stopped by the serious look in the Holy King’s eyes.

“Alright, you may withdraw for now, I need to treat my wounds.”

After seeing Fisiel put the medal away, the Holy King of Knights left these words, then pushed open the door and went inside.

And after he went into the room, the remaining Paladins all shot a fierce glare at the baffled Fisiel, then left one after another.

“That medal… could it be something special, or something very important?”

It was hard for her to understand.

Given Fisiel’s current knowledge, she had never heard of such a medal existing. So after thinking it over for a moment, she still could not figure out what exactly the medal was.

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……

A few minutes later, while the Holy King of Knights was treating his wounds alone in the room, he received the medicinal herbs personally delivered by the butler.

Just as the Holy King of Knights was about to begin healing, the entire space suddenly seemed to solidify, instantly binding and stopping his movements.

“Who is there!?”

With a low shout, just as the Holy King of Knights was about to muster his strength to break free from this space that had suddenly imprisoned him, a sharp dagger gleaming with cold light suddenly stabbed into his heart, which had not yet had time to heal.

“Ah…”

With his heart suddenly pierced, the Holy King of Knights, who had just been preparing to fight back with his power, could not help but let out a sound full of pain.

At the same time, in the Holy King’s field of vision, a young man suddenly appeared in front of him.

“You did not expect this, did you, Holy King of Knights…”

The youth slowly pulled out the dagger that had stabbed into the Holy King’s heart, and the instant it came free, he stabbed it into the Holy King’s heart once again.

“Me?”

Looking at the Holy King of Knights before him, whose breathing was growing weaker and weaker, the youth named Yunchou wore a modest smile.

“This is all just the Abyssal Lord helping me, if you want to blame someone, then go blame the Abyssal Lord, Holy King of Knights…”