Chapter 331 - Chapter 331: Chapter 315: Passing Away (2/2)

“To this day, no one knows their whereabouts.”

“If it hadn’t been for the gods issuing an oracle to bring an end to the war, the ten great pillars of the East would have been completely eradicated by ‘Iron Blood Marshal’ Horatio Wesley back then. At that time, I had just stepped into becoming a Monarch and witnessed the deaths of most of my family members in the war. My heart was almost in despair.”

“I was filled with hatred for the Lorne citizens, yet I also failed to understand that I, alone, was utterly powerless and that I had to continue the family legacy; only then would there be a chance for a comeback.”

He paused for a moment, then continued, “Taking revenge on an empire of such magnitude could take hundreds, or even thousands of years…”

“Thus, I supported the Cyart King and fought alongside him, leading the people of those territories to migrate eastward across the continent, eradicated the barbaric natives, and eventually founded a new country.”

The three listened silently; they all knew that history—every Cyrat person was well aware.

“As of today, my life is also coming to an end, and the landscape of the East that has been in place for a hundred years is probably about to change… Haha, well done, kids of Fischer!”

Duke Black Iron took a deep breath.

“In fact, I must tell you something; that is, the Cyart King’s mental state is not quite right.”

“This matter is of utmost importance!”

The three were startled, then Aldrich immediately asked, calmly, “I’d like to know, exactly which aspect you’re referring to that is not right?”

Duke Black Iron turned and looked at the three, saying, “In the war against the Rhea, he used a mighty Forbidden rare artifact, at the cost of permanent distortion to his mental state.”

Aldrich nodded thoughtfully.

“I see, that explains it…”

“No wonder in recent years, you haven’t visited him, and rumors about your falling out have been spreading from the outside world…”

Suddenly, the old man’s voice grew louder, and his speech was filled with strength.

“No matter what, you must all remember one thing, that is, to remain loyal to Cyart and our King. The Romann family needs to help the King manage the country properly; that is the mission of our Cyart nobility!”

“Even if his mind is a bit unstable, still, I know very clearly that the Cyart King’s heart for the country is unchanging; no one cherishes this country more than him!”

Aldrich nodded earnestly and said, “I understand, unless it’s absolutely necessary, the Romann family will definitely not betray the Cyart King.”

The voice of Duke Black Iron was low as he slowly said, “If there’s room for reservation in loyalty, then it’s not true loyalty, Aldrich.”

Loyalty that is not absolute, is absolutely not loyalty.

However, Aldrich firmly said:

“Should the Cyart King betray us first, I will not allow the Romann family to fall into hell!”

“Alright.”

Finally, Duke Black Iron conceded and continued, “Ariel, from today onwards, you are the head of the Romann family; you must always remember not to act out of anger, but to think for the benefit of the family.”

Ariel took a deep breath, opened her mouth, and finally nodded her eyes already slightly moist.

“I understand.”

The old man nodded gently and then looked towards the youngest, “Blazing Fire” Amos.

“Forge your own path.”

He did not close his eyes but focused again on the sun in the sky.

Years had gradually passed, filled with countless events, be it slain enemies or departed loved ones—each one surfaced one by one before his eyes.

What the old man found most unforgettable was the time spent migrating east with the Cyart King; Duke Black Iron always remembered their words.

“Do not be blinded by hatred and dejection anymore, Romann, you are a strong person; if that is so, then forget the failures of the past, and use your own strength to create a new future.”

At that time, Duke Black Iron was still a young man, and he looked at the equally young, confident, and proud man, a questioning expression on his face.

“Who are you?”

The young, confident, and proud man laughed heartily and continued.

“Actually, we have met before; can’t believe you really forgot who I am?”

“Alright, let me formally tell you, I am the new head of the Adley family, who will also be the future Cyart King, the man with the God of Salvation’s blood running through my veins. Romann, join me in building a new country!”

“And you shall become a part of the legend!”