Time passed quickly.
The confrontation between Vera and Bargo gradually deviated from the original one-sided form.
Renee became more and more accustomed to her share of the schedule.
Jenny was still suffering from Trevo, Miller, and Annielis, while the twins and Rohan were spending their happiest days with Vera and Bargo taking advantage of the quiet time between them.
The continent has changed.
*
Elia opens the gates after 500 years.
All the countries of the continent began to shake at that one news.
Elijah is free from all political causation.
Also, Elia will not be defeated by any country on the continent.
It meant one thing for Elijah to break the silence.
The fact that they have a hardship to act on this land themselves.
The masters of each country rose from their thrones.
First, the Empire expressed its intention to head to Elia, followed by Oben, Horden, and the Union.
It was a huge flow that could not be stopped.
At this point in time when all the giants of the continent are rising, it is natural to head to Elia as if other small countries are being swept away by their national power.
It wasn’t moving with awareness of the continent’s mishaps.
However, they were moving because they were afraid of the aftermath that would return because all the powers that ruled this land were seated at the time when they stood up.
What happened to the Kingdom of Palais, which did not participate in the Continental Conference hosted by Elia 500 years ago.
It must be said that it is fortunate that the study was not so shallow that the leaders were unaware of it.
“Finally, everyone has come to the Duchy of Celen.”
The highest floor of the Great Hall, Bargo’s office.
Vera looked out the window and looked at the crowd who were encamped at the gates in the distance.
Bargo frowned.
“Yeah, I know. It’s already noisy and busy.”
“Now let’s get out of here.”
“Is the president ready?”
“Yes, already the day before.”
“Where is the lodging?”
“Theresa manages it.”
“Yeah, the restaurant… .”
“… Marie has been banned from entering.”
Bargo’s head nodded.
“Let’s go.”
A gigantic creature that far exceeded human standards rose to his feet.
It was followed by Vera, a momentum far more refined than before.
Go down the stairs, alone, and from there back to the entrance to the Great Hall.
After leaving the temple, Bargo saw the paladins lined up in front of him and shouted.
“Open the gates!”
thud-.
Paladins rolled the ground with their feet.
blew the trumpet
boo woo-.
Behind the gigantic sound that resounded throughout the castle, the gates began to open in the distance.
A series of processions seen outside the door.
Bargo, who saw it, turned around and said.
“Okay, let’s go to the president.”
“What would you like to eat?”
“You won’t die from one meal. yo boy Get ready.”
Vera’s expression wrinkled.
“… Yes.”
*
In front of the castle gate that opens with a roar.
It was a strange tension to see so many flags floating in the field each shouting their affiliation.
These are the leaders of each country, seated in all kinds of fancy wagons.
The country’s best troops are escorting it around.
It is only natural that not all of them are related only to good relations with each other.
It was a situation in which an accident could happen at any moment, but there was one reason why they remained silent.
This is Elia.
The land where God’s voice reached.
Bokmajeon, where the demigods of this land are sitting around.
No matter how impatient he was, he knew something.
The moment he makes a fuss here, the giant who shook the continent 50 years ago will show his teeth towards him.
Also, in the next few decades, there will be losses caused by today’s mistakes.
Calling the country’s leaders and putting them here at the gates, Elijah’s actions as if they were subordinated under them.
It didn’t matter to them.
They had the power to be blatant even in such a thing.
A feather with a spear and shield painted on it.
Prince Nedric, seated under the symbol of Horden, asked his sword in a subdued voice.
“Sir, how many apostles in this generation did you say?”
“Nine, everyone gathered.”
“I’m going crazy.”
A laugh escaped the old man’s mouth.
“It really looks like it’s solid no matter what happens.”
Even in the time of war 500 years ago, there were only six apostles.
It means that all nine of these apostles came down to this earth, a situation in which a great change occurred that can be counted among three fingers in history.
“The Empire?”
“The prince and the second prince have come.”
“Huh, did you lose all the remaining power to your son? So what about Oben?”
“The Prince and the Grand Prince… Oh, I don’t know what the reason is, but it seems like he came to the previous king.”
“then… .”
The conversations that continued after that were mainly about which country and who was here.
As the story continued for a while, Nedric’s expression wrinkled at the last words his sword uttered.
“… You have moved to the great forest.”
“It will be difficult. However, we have a way to make our own voices… .”
“Stop it, it doesn’t matter here that the saints and the saints are from Horden.”
Horden’s sword, Porbe, the commander of the Royal Knights, shut his mouth.
Nedric smiled and spoke to his sword, who only knew how to be honest.
“From that point of view, we are not from the Black Empire of the oath that we should be most concerned about right now. Think about what he actually did there.”
Porve avoided Nedric’s gaze with a puzzled expression.
It was then that I remembered.
Why is this Elia row important?
What is the biggest reason among the reasons why all the countries here came?
“… The success of the next generation.”
“Not powerful. Isn’t his actions very clear?”
It was Vera who mostly avoided people’s eyes and disturbed information, but nonetheless, there was something that came to mind when it came to the country’s leaders.
Vera, Apostle of the Oath.
That is what he did while circumnavigating the continent in the name of escorting the saint.
“A half-body is a half-body. Who would have thought that such a thing would be possible with a human body.”
Next to his name was the achievement that caught up with him the most.
“Is it reasonable to split the tower with a single sword?”
Nedric couldn’t help but laugh.
The evidence is too clear to say it’s a lie, so it’s a situation that can’t be denied.
Everyone here knew it.
No matter how great a saint is, she is only a symbol.
That is what we need to keep an eye on to truly discuss the next generation of the continent.
This is the age when all nine apostles are gathered.
Even assuming that Bargo died of old age, he was eight.
There is nothing more important to those present here than to grasp the prosperity of the next generation who will lead the apostles.
“I’m worried about my son.”
Nedric let out a long sigh as he remembered his son, who was in the midst of his succession training.
“The time he will rule should be peaceful.”
A land of warlords where local wars never end.
Prince Nedric, who has been at war for the rest of his life, sitting on a throne stained with sword and blood.
He sighed as he remembered his only concern.
*
The reaction of those who entered Elia’s interior was admiration.
A city of pure whiteness.
It is not that there are no vegetation along the roadside, but the all-white buildings and the atmosphere they create in harmony to the extent that all such things were covered up caught the eye.
What’s the atmosphere there?
A silence that can be felt even with humility.
In the meantime, the warm sun is shining.
And the priests of modest double colors.
True to the word “Seongguk”, the atmosphere is truly reverent, isn’t it?
Considering that Elia’s last opening was 500 years ago, those who are present here were the only outsiders who saw the scenery of Elia directly on this land, and they were able to recognize it themselves.
“Great.”
King Caldern of Oben.
As he sat in the carriage, arms crossed, he vomited delight as he looked at the structures that filled his view.
“Grandson, how was His Majesty?”
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Of course, it was not admiration for the background, but joy from the expectation of meeting him here.
A smile crept across Hegreon’s lips.
“It was the end of seeing it from afar due to such a busy car, but there was a momentum that I could feel nonetheless. He was a very impressive person with a large body like Mt. Taesan, well-crafted muscles, and the atmosphere created by them.”
“Hey… !”
King Aksan wiped his face.
It’s because there are only monsters that are crazy about muscles up and down, so I was worried about whether I would be able to do my job properly here.
“please… .”
Evil had wished.
Please, please, I’m begging you, so that they kill Seongjeong here.
Please make a thorough distinction between public and private matters.
Elia, the land where God’s voice can reach.
In this place, there was a person who harbored a desire more earnest than anyone else.
*
The road leading north from Daishinjeon.
The flower garden in front of Elia’s only forest was filled with all kinds of equipment that had never existed before.
A large round table that can comfortably seat dozens of people.
And the relics and ornaments that adorned it.
In the midst of this, the priests continue to guide.
The leaders of the countries, each accompanied by only one escort, vomited tension as they entered.
There was a person sitting at the end of the round table.
An atmosphere that makes even the wrinkles that fill the face feel like traces of struggle.
and intimidating eyes.
Good luck and St. Lore.
He looked around the crowd.
Immediately, he raised his hand and said.
“Sit down.”
It was a clear command line, but no one objected to it.
No, no one even thought of protesting.
A very natural attitude and intimidation.
That’s what made them that way.
The leaders here had to remember the moment they stood in front of their parents as a child after a long, long time.
Leaders are seated one by one.
After that, the escorts stand.
Eventually, after everyone took their seats, they swallowed dry saliva as they looked at the seat right next to the vacant King Seonghwang.
No one was so stupid that they didn’t know whose place it was.
There was one person who hasn’t been seated yet.
widely-.
The sound of the cane awakens the stillness.
Then two footsteps are heard.
Everyone except for Bargo turned their gaze towards it.
A pair of men and women are approaching.
Among the dogs, the first thing that caught their eyes was the beauty who was all dressed in pure white.
There was a beauty that made people forget even emotions such as rational desire or greed.
Just an unreachable light.
It was the right beauty to express it that way.
He was an apostle of fate.
A master of miracles that can make even a midday wanderer an emperor of the empire, and make even the sick with an incurable disease enjoy a long life.
Apart from the beauty she possesses, it would be a lie if those who knew her power did not feel a desire for it.
However, there was something beside them that made them realize that that power could not come into their hands, so they just kept quiet.
Prince Nedric looked at the man who was leading the saint with a hardened face.
The jet-black hair caught my eye more than the pure white armor that was on her body.
The dark gray eyes beneath that hair stimulate the survival instinct.
‘… The oath sword.’
He was already a man whose nickname was more famous than his name.
Also, he was the most influential man in the next generation, and he was the man who would inherit the best name on the continent behind Bargo.
The moment he saw the man who was so acclaimed by the public, Nedric realized.
‘… That’s ridiculous.’
Nedric’s strength was not that great.
He did not know about the higher worlds such as providence and will.
However, I could tell because of the experiences I had gained in my life and the intuition that had been trained by war.
‘It’s a monster… .’
That man, who was showing his teeth in his greed for women, was a monster in the shape of a human that made him fear just by looking at him.