Chapter 317 King Meets King
Ulrich was buried in the early morning.
It was a sunny day with a gentle breeze. Under the blue sky and white clouds, the grass with fresh dewdrops was waiting for the eternal sleep of a king.
The funeral was brief but grand, with thousands of people attending. In addition to the vast majority of people of some status in Sarleon City, there were also many nobles who came from all over the country.
It is the duty of a vassal to bid a final farewell to the king to whom he once served.
Of course, more importantly, they came to swear allegiance to the new king in order to continue their legitimate noble status.
Fortunately, the lakeside cemetery west of Queen Town is large enough - this is the cemetery of the Alfred family, where successive generations of Fierce Lion Kings are buried.
"Here lies King Ulric, a capable ruler who inherited both the bravery of his great ancestor and the wisdom of his predecessor."
This is the front of the tombstone. It is the epitaph that Amy wrote for Ulrich. It tells the whole truth.
Ulric does possess the bravery of his ancestor Alfred, and at the same time, he also inherited the "wisdom" of his father, the Mad King.
On the back of the tombstone is an inscription describing the cause of his death: "He fought alone against powerful enemies in the most dangerous battlefield until he died heroically. May the soul of the brave man no longer be lonely."
The inscription is signed by Leon Griffin.
Again, it's all true.
The Silver Throne and the Tower of the House of Nobles are indeed the most dangerous battlefields.
Perhaps, Leon is the one who knows King Ulric best.
Although Leon had never sat on the Silver Throne, at least he could understand all of Ulrik's actions and his loneliness.
The gorgeous coffin was placed in the pit, and Amy personally sprinkled the first shovel of soil on the grave.
The last king with the surname Alfred passed away.
But perhaps, Leon is not the only one who understands Ulrich.
"Althea, I'm sure you're really mistaken..."
In another unknown place, on a small island thousands of miles away, a pure white dragon is staring at a huge crystal ball in the lake.
The beautiful little dragon moved its head from side to side, lowered its long neck, and moved closer to the crystal ball.
The image in the crystal ball is reflected in the big sapphire eyes.
A middle-aged man with brown hair was "floating" on the lake, but this "man" was constantly twisting and shaking with the waves of the lake. It was obvious that this was a phantom projected from the lake.
"This guy seems to be a king... but he definitely can't be one of your people... Tsk... Althea, why do you always attract humans?"
The little dragon turned his head and spoke, and at the same time he snorted and sprayed out a stream of water.
"Kualis, you know that I can't cast spells like the gods... I can only use your tears to summon those lonely souls like me."
Althea's voice was gentle as water, but this time, she was obviously a little surprised: "I don't know why it's always humans... Those dragon tears were obviously taken away by Avadain."
"I don't want to speculate like this... But, just like when the Sindarri elves caused the magic storm, anything can happen in this world, Althea..."
Kualis's voice became a little low, probably trying to comfort Althea, but his words obviously had the opposite effect.
"No, that's not the case... Kualis, don't say that. The Avadain tribe must still exist..."
Althea walked over from the lakeside, put her arm around Kualis' neck and stood next to the crystal ball, pouring lake water onto the crystal ball.
The picture in the crystal ball became clearer.
And the phantom on the lake seemed to be staring with eyes wide open, looking at everything in the crystal ball in horror.
Perhaps, just like what Leon had experienced before, he was unable to move or speak.
Scenes flashed in the crystal ball like a kaleidoscope.
A young child, held by his father, sat on the armrest of the silver throne; at that time, his smile was innocent.
A young boy holding a spear won his first battle with the help of his sister; at that time, his smile was full of pride in victory.
A handsome young man, at the funeral of another middle-aged man, faced many people's accusations, but always held his head high; at that time, he faced everything with a sneer, but there was still light in his eyes.
A young man in a bright red gown with a gold-rimmed collar walked up to the silver throne hand in hand with a woman whose face could not be seen, and put on a crown carved with a golden lion; he no longer smiled and remained expressionless, with only a little warmth in his eyes when he looked at his sister who looked like him at the bottom of the stairs.
Later, the young man gradually reached middle age. He rode a tall horse, wearing golden armor, holding a sword dripping with blood. Behind him was a group of knights holding lances, and the knights had golden three-lion emblems on their bodies. At this time, his eyes were cold, full of ambition.
After that, the middle-aged man gradually became old, and his expression became more and more indifferent, as if he had never smiled again since the moment he ascended the throne.
Until the end, a king in his fifties walked towards a beautiful woman in a white wedding dress at a simple wedding; at that time, he was smiling, and there was a little light in his eyes, like some kind of hope.
But the hopeful look only flashed by, and what appeared next was a woman's body in the garden, her sister's body; at that moment, his face turned pale.
Finally, the image that appeared in the crystal ball was the woman in the wedding dress stabbing a table knife into his lower abdomen.
But even so, his mouth was still saying something, and it seemed that he was just repeating one word over and over again.
"What a sad life... He doesn't even have a single friend in his memory?"
Kualis shook his long neck, which was probably a shake of the head: "Althea, at least you still have a friend like me... But why is he here? He can't see anything related to my tears or the Noldor elves in his memory!"
"Perhaps, he also has the blood of Avadayne, and I can understand his loneliness and sadness... It's not surprising that he can receive your tears. After all, he is a king."
Althea sighed, "Perhaps he knows what's happening with Avadain's people now. A king must know a lot of things, right?"
"Try it, but it will cost me a lot of magic power - I'm not good at making human spirits speak, I can only keep it going for a short while."
The little white dragon Kualis seemed to be a very good friend. It stared at the shadow on the lake, and a magnificent light flashed in its blue eyes: "Althea, hurry up..."
"Where does the blood of the Noldor in you come from?"
Althea asked the shadow on the lake.
"Dragon?! This is... a dragon?!"
The phantom could finally speak at this moment.
"Stop talking nonsense! Answer the questions... or you'll be dead in no time!"
Kualis warned.
"I don't have the blood of the Noldor. I am Ulric, the King of Sarleon in Pendor! But I... I should be dead... I remember, I was dead."
Ulric's soul didn't panic for too long. Perhaps after death, people can become free and easy. The king spoke without any burden at this time: "Oh... I remember, I took a medicine. It was a magic potion given to me by three female prophets... That medicine is said to be made from the blood of Noldor nobles."
Althea frowned.
The originally gentle eyes of the little dragon Kualis also became scary.
"What happened to the three prophets? How are the tribes of the Noldor elves doing now?"
Althea's voice turned cold.
"They are the messengers of the Dark Goddess Eredar, three witches. As for the Noldor elves, they are in the forests east of Pendor, and they should be living well now - at least better than me."
Ulric looked at Althea's long pointed ears: "Are you the god who protects the Noldor elves? But shouldn't gods be omniscient and omnipotent?"
"...I can't hold on any longer, Althea..."
The little dragon stuck its wings into the water and lowered its head, stirring up ripples in the lake. Ulrich's shadow began to sway and rock constantly.
"In any case, he brought me good news... Let his soul go to the other King of Pende, maybe they will no longer be lonely."
Hearing that the Noldor elves were doing well, Althea smiled gently and said, "Kualis, anger will disrupt your magic. You need to be more peaceful."
She scooped up a handful of water from the lake and brought it to Kualis's mouth. When the water reached her hands, it began to emit a purple glow.
Kualis leaned forward and carefully sucked the handful of purple liquid from her hand, then heaved a long sigh of relief: "Ha... maybe all the Noldor elves originally have the ability to soothe disturbing magic... Unfortunately, you learned it too late, otherwise the continent of Gwendarian would not have perished."
The little dragon flapped its wings, and Ulrich's shadow gradually disappeared from the lake.
And in the temple behind the lake, a flickering candlelight appeared out of nowhere - but there was only a candlelight, no candle stick.
The flame appeared right below a torch, which was probably of the same type—a pure stone torch without any combustible material, but the torch was still burning.
"Boy, before you died, you actually let that witch escape? Do you love her that much?"
An old and hoarse male voice came faintly from the torch.
There was no response. Ulrich's soul had just turned into a small flame and did not yet have the ability to make a sound.
However, the small flame began to shake violently.
If Leon were here, he would definitely recognize the voice that called Ulrik "boy". He had heard it in the throne room before.
At that time, he had just become a baron.
And this old voice laughed wildly and said to him: "Very good!"
…
At noon, witnessed by all the nobles and priests of the Goddess of Order, Amy Sonard sat on the Silver Throne, put on the King's Crown, and became the first .
Sonad is Amy's clan name, but this clan name does not come from her mother, Lady Philina, but from Godric.
She did not change her last name - this was actually against the rules, as her inheritance came from her mother and she should have used her mother's last name when she ascended the throne, which was Alfred.
But Amy didn't do that.
At the same time, it was not the priests of the Temple of Order who crowned her, but Leon himself.
This is certainly more unruly...
But now, no one jumped out to say anything against it.
In fact, this was the advice given to Amy by Leon's new apprentice, Alina.
As Amy's "junior sister", Alina provided a lot of valuable suggestions for the ceremony in the past few days, including the two things that Amy was most troubled about.
"Since they can accept a queen, they can naturally accept the queen using her own surname. Anyway, no one dares to jump out and seek death now. After all this is settled, no one will jump out and seek death."
This is what Alina said about the last name.
As for who will be crowned, Alina suggested: "Since it doesn't conform to tradition anyway, why not do it thoroughly? For the people in the eastern region, the teacher can better represent the goddess of order than those priests, and the eastern region is now a reliable base. In addition, Mettenheim and the Noldor elves are also supporters of the teacher - they don't believe in the goddess of order. Moreover, this can also test whether there are any nobles who are dissatisfied with this. Let them show up early so that we can take precautions early."
So Amy readily accepted Alina's suggestion.
Thanks to Ulrich, the Kingdom of Sarleon does not have a Royal Council now, and Amy has no plans to reorganize the Royal Council, so naturally no one will get in the way of these matters.
Leon himself also thinks that Alina's opinion is correct. In fact, the logic in his eyes is simpler - whoever controls order is the spokesperson of the Goddess of Order.
And no one would be dissatisfied. Those who are dissatisfied would not come to Sarleon City.
Hence, Amy will be called Queen Sonad by outsiders from now on; and Leon will become the chief minister of the kingdom - the Grand Duke of Changhe Town.
"I, Amy Sonard, in the presence of the gods and the late king, grant the title of Duke to the Knight Leon who swore allegiance. On behalf of the kingdom, I will recognize your legal ownership of land, wealth, and supreme honor! May you use the sword in your hand to safeguard the glory of the late king and our dignity!"
Amy held the sword in her hand, with the blade resting on Leon's shoulder.
At this moment, Leon was kneeling on one knee, looking up at the relief of King Kavala of Pandesan on the dome of the throne room.
He heard an old voice again: "I see it...Haha, I see you, kid."
This time, the voice was still full of madness, but it also revealed a hint of joy.
Leon could sense some kindness in the voice— the owner of the voice seemed to be expecting something.
He continued to look up at the reliefs on the dome.
The goddess Eunomia is on the left and the former king Kavala is on the right.
But the pendant on Eunomia's chest is now a lion's head; and the sword is no longer on the relief depicting the former king Kavala fighting bravely.
"Your Majesty, we should find the sun and moon pendant that belongs to the goddess Eunomia; we should also help the late King Kavala find his sword."
Leon said to Amy: "Let everything have true order, then the Goddess of Order and the former king will protect us and make us invincible!"
This was in the throne room, with many people watching, so he could only address Amy as "Your Majesty", even though Amy was not used to it.
"Of course, I will restore history and faith to Sarleon. As for the Firdsvain, I'll leave it to you, Leon... my Marshal, I hope you return triumphantly soon."
Amy pursed her lips and also called Li Ang "Marshal".
But what she originally wanted to say was, "Leon, you have to be careful."
