Level Up Legacy

The king did not truly desire the result of this path but the path itself. Nevertheless, this man wanted to walk this path, even if it meant that he would burn himself while doing so.

Avadil warned Arthur that the king was trying to go against life itself, and he was tolerating Arthur's offenses for the sole belief that he was a vessel. The king now got to confirm that Arthur was indeed a 'vessel.'

"I am afraid that I lack the knowledge to know which guardian you serve," said the king, probing. They were back in the same room they first started at, now with a different topic.

"I am not a vessel to a guardian," answered Arthur. As far as he was concerned, the legacy he had imposed no direct commands on him. Arthur still got to choose his path in the end.

There were legacy quests that appeared once in a while and warnings that Jizo sent. His current legacy quest was still the same, to prevent the key from falling into the Enders' hands.

Arthur has not failed it yet, and it seemed that it had yet to occur or that he had a chance to undo it. His first Legacy Quest was to prevent the war the Enders planned, and Arthur succeeded, gaining the Legacy Inheritance, which became his primary source of strength.

Arthur assumed the punishment for failing the quest was the loss of his legacy. His legacy did not specify a penalty again, but Arthur did not count on the missing warning. After all, a legacy owner wanted his quests to be fulfilled.

This proves that Arthur was not a helpless vessel but a legacy user. His soul has also proven to be more powerful than usual, which gave him semi-omnipotence in the Spirits Realm, and it should not be overpowered easily.

'I kind of miss that place,' Arthur thought with nostalgia as the king furrowed his brows. It did not seem that Arthur's declaration was pleasant to hear.

"You are a vessel to a certain being, then," said the king as he tried to make sense of the situation. Arthur pondered the matter and found it plausible. "However, only guardians are powerful enough to have vessels. I also never heard of a guardian similar to the one tearing down the sky."

Arthur did not want to say anything lest he reveals too much. Arthur had met those pair of eyes before if they belonged to the same person. It was a time he was researching runes and how certain runes did not have gates.

His results left him vomiting everything he ate on the ground and a terrifying feeling of being watched. The source of amplifying runes was a being with golden eyes.

"I am the Seika of Living Beings, your majesty," Arthur said, feeling that he allowed the king to pry into his matter for too long. "And this is not the subject of this meeting, I believe."

The brooding king seemed to snap out of it, and he sighed before giving Arthur a complex gaze. Then, with a nod, the subject was dropped, bringing Arthur much relief.

"The traitor seems to target you specifically, and this brings us to the incident of Shades City and our spy in the Alva Kingdom. The people there still consider you to be Lorius," the king summarized.

"They are not entirely wrong," Arthur said without agitation. "I brought destruction to their city, and I plan on taking away their trade. The Seika for some is a Lorius for others."

"You offered any refugees who came to your city housing, jobs, and food. Therefore, you are not Lorius," the king said. "The people of Shades City are feeling an increasing interest in going to Hidden City, though."

"Interest does not matter because they are waiting for me to deliver. I need to prove that my city is safe and sustainable before real immigrants start pouring into my city."

This was also why his residents were so few, despite some people moving into his city. There were fears that his city would fail, as Arthur was trying to build an economy from scratch.

"Are you going to accept them into your city, despite how they treated you?"

"I am, as long as they bring no harm. I don't hold a grudge against them, nor do I regret my actions: I destroyed their city as I was trying to protect their lives. I would do it again."

"Did you learn who was behind Traitor?"

"It is quite ironic that Traitor betrayed the kingdom," Arthur laughed, and the king looked at him with annoyance.

"It was indeed laughable, as he was called Traitor for betraying the Alva Kingdom. However, it turns out that he worked for neither of us; as traitorous as his name," King Solomon said self-mockingly.

"I did not," said Arthur. "Before I killed him, he gave me two names. I do not know which one is the traitor and which one is the framed."

"I need to know who they are," demanded the king.

"The Knight of Nobility and the Former Prince, Avadil," answered Arthur, finding no way out of this. "At first, Traitor tried to convince me that it was the prince. Then, later on, he said the name of the knight, but I have no evidence other than that."

Arthur did not need evidence because he knew that the werewolf couldn't lie to his second question. However, the king looked unconvinced, as accusing the Knight of Nobility would throw the kingdom into a state of instability.

"Let me show you," said Arthur without waiting for the king to ask for it. The world changed, and the king saw the memory. The fact that the wolf regenerated uneased the man, as it was one of the powers of Kar, Overlord of Vampires.

After the memory ended, the king sighed. It seems that he has seen it coming but does not want to handle the mess. After allowing himself a short moment of thought, the king nodded and stood up.

"This ends my investigations," said the king, much to Arthur's relief. "It is time to execute the knight," he waved his hand again, and the world changed, returning to the sky and pillars.

The crowd seemed confused, still disoriented. Then, finally, the king stood up from his seat, his cold face bespeaking what was to come. After that, no one dared to chatter anymore, as they knew that what to come was the sentence of death.

"The investigation is over now, and I am ashamed that it has taken some time out of our war summit," said the king as he scanned the crowd. "I gave everyone the benefit of the doubt and investigated everyone from different memories. Therefore, I dare to say with confidence that the traitor has been found."

"Please give your judgment, my king, and I shall kill them with my own two hands," stood up the duke of battle, loosening his holographic body. However, the king raised his hand with a shake of his hand.

"This is something that I need to take care of, Duke Wang," the king did not use the title, and it showcased the wrath he felt. Titles were a sign of comradeship between the king and his subjects, but today he was not a comrade but their ruler.

As the duke nodded and sat back down, the king raised his hand to summon giant blades in the sky. They were transcalent, reflecting the light of judgment.

"After gathering a lot of evidence and many witnesses, I hereby sentence you to death, Knight of Nobility," said the king, and the crowd blacked out. The Knight of Nobility was silent, grabbing the armchair tightly.

"Your majesty, this is a mistake!" said the Knight of Nobility with confusion. "I would never betray the kingdom!"

"Your defense is not needed, traitor," said the king with absolute authority. "I am the king of this land, and my judgment shall not be refuted. You may perish now."

As the words fell, the image of the knight began to grow unstable as he tried to flee the array. Finally, however, his consciousness was locked upon by runes, and he could not escape.

The swords took a moment to move as if their simple descend brought disaster to the world. Arthur could feel that these swords were in no way materialistic weapons but spiritual ones coated with Solomon's will.

This will be the ultimate death of anyone, complete destruction of their soul forever. There will be no chance to heal or revive them after this attack, which is the king's aim. Minions of Kar could regenerate, and this was the best way to kill them.

Arthur felt awe for such careful planning by the king and more astonishment at his bravery. The Knight of Nobility represented every noble in this kingdom militarily, and he was their voice in war.

A feeling crept over Arthur's skin, all familiar and just as disgusting. As he turned to look at the knight struggling, he could see that the hologram was breaking apart, replaced by dark energy he knew well. "He is corrupted!"