Chapter 253 - Chapter 253: Chapter 243 The Mad King of Cyart (2/2)
Cyart Royal Capital.
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It was made of pure white marble, with stained glass windows that resembled embedded gems, and its pristine spires stood tall and proud. The palace’s entrance was framed by a grand, classical archway, and the porch above was adorned with exquisite reliefs and splendid frescoes.
Those attending the celebration stepped into the palace as if entering another world, with bright crystal chandeliers hanging in the spacious hall, the floor laid with magnificent and grandiose carpets, and the walls decorated with exquisite murals.
The palace’s beautiful garden was laid out with care, the pools shimmering with light, surrounded by lush trees and flowers bathing in the sunlight, making it seem like a mystical land from a fairy tale.
The triumphal celebration ended smoothly, and during the three-day banquet held in the palace, the Cyart King and the nobles drank and exchanged toasts, solidifying the loyalty of nearly every noble to their mighty and brave monarch.
Darren of the Fischer family also had the opportunity to be granted an audience with the Cyart King, as the family’s factories had contributed to the army, allowing him to exchange a few words with the Cyart King.
However, that was the extent of the Fischer family’s status; the grand families and the key figures of the True Gods Church took up most of the Cyart King’s energy and time.
Once the banquets were entirely over, the Cyart King sat alone in the great hall of the palace, sitting quietly on the throne.
A voice resounded, slightly hoarse and feeble.
“Hehehehe…”
“We have finally won.”
“It wasn’t easy, but so many have died, so many lives…”
His face was pale, his eyes showed exhaustion and concern, and his shoulders, which should have remained firm, drooped slightly, as if bearing the heavy burden of the entire nation.
Even dressed in a sumptuous royal robe, his posture lost its former dignity, revealing a sense of helplessness and fatigue. Despite trying to hide his weariness, deep down he still struggled.
“But have the Cyart people really won? We’ve spent several years, gone through so much, lost so many people, just to end up controlling a single province.
“It’s simply not enough, nowhere near enough!”
“Those Cyart people cannot have died in vain!”
His body trembled, and suddenly he could not help but roar, his face gradually taking on an expression of madness.
“Hahahahaha!”
The next moment, the normally rational Cyart King’s eyes became crazed, his expression shifting unpredictably, now furious, now full of laughter, and at times, even breaking down into tears.
“I still have a chance to correct the mistakes…”
“As long as I can complete that ritual, I will ascend to high-level Monarch, and then the Cyart people will be safeguarded, and there will be no danger to this realm.”
He took a deep breath, his eyes revealing a fierce gaze as he murmured to himself, “Heh, even the Carnian would not be our match.”
“This is the only way, isn’t it? If I don’t do this, when Romann passes away, I’m afraid I won’t live many years either…”
“Both of us will die in a few decades, and by that time, who can protect Cyart?”
He finally convinced himself thoroughly.
Rather than letting the Cyart people become fodder for the Last Blood or Stars Embrace Order, or slaves to the Rhea People, my course of action is without doubt the best!
The court mage “Silver Poet” walked in slowly, the silver descendant woman bowed her head calmly but didn’t ask with due reverence:
“How have you considered it?”
The Cyart King looked at Silver Poet, seemingly having convinced himself completely, and nodded slightly, speaking in a deep voice:
“Let’s begin preparing for the ritual then, they sacrificed themselves for all Cyart people, not for my selfish desires, I believe they would understand.”
“The Cyart People are always on the battlefield, and it’s inevitable to make sacrifices in war, isn’t it?”
Silver Poet fell silent for a while, then nodded and said calmly:
“Very well, merciful and mighty Cyart King, you have made the right choice.”
“He will answer your prayers, and great power will tear apart the Rhea People and all other enemies of the Cyart people.”
The Cyart King’s expression suddenly became filled with exhaustion as he muttered to himself:
“Merciful, what an ironic term you use.”
He slowly took out a golden and beautiful Holy Grail, it radiated and shimmered with dazzling light, containing an incredibly extraordinary power.
“My mind has become muddled, Forbidden rare artifact number ninety-three, indeed just one use brings an unbearable cost, it’s a pity that when I was stabbed by the ‘Black Starlight,’ I had no other choice…”
“The power they carry is so strong, but the price is so terrifying, so daunting, if only there were a way to be immune to the price.”
Silver Poet slowly shook her head, frowned, and said:
“You are being too greedy, such a situation is absolutely impossible, the very nature of forbidden power means a terrible cost, even false gods must make sacrifices for it.”
Since the Church was established ten thousand years ago, all historical records to this day indicate that no one has been able to avoid the cost of using Forbidden rare artifacts.
And only a very few people, like Silver Poet, know that even the so-called “True Gods” have to pay a price when using Forbidden rare artifacts, because that is a law of the world, which even They cannot violate.
Greedy?
The Cyart King scoffed, shouting:
“If we were never greedy, then the Cyart people should have been dead long ago! If we weren’t greedy, how could we have wrested the lands for survival from the hands of the East Coast Natives?”
“Our mistake is only that we were not greedy enough!”