144 War of the Empire Conclusion (2/2)

Little trouble, you again...

Dad!

Verdanty discovered that she had never really understood the man called Randir Eranbell. He was full of mysteries.

What's his real identity? Was that his real name?

He had profound knowledge that was far beyond anyone else's on the continent. He would smile that faint smile of his, while effortlessly completing tasks far beyond what others could ever hope to accomplish.

Over the years, no matter how hard Verthandi had tried to track him down, he had left absolutely no traces. It was as if he had completely vanished.

At this time, Queen April broke into her reverie, giving her a push on her shoulders, gesturing that she should enter the city. Unlike before, there was a motherly glow on April's face.

A few months ago, she had secretly sought out a boar-man wizard named Uruk, agreeing to some of his conditions. In exchange, the wizard agreed to let her birth a child for Verthandi.

To Verthandi, wizards were extraordinarily evil. Their sort of witchcraft, which went against the natural laws of life, felt extremely sinister to her. Yet, April was her Queen and her greatest pillar of support. This fact alone resulted in Verthandi's having extremely complicated feelings about the child in April's belly.

However, in the eyes of the people, now that their king finally had his own child, it seemed as if the empire, which they had fought so hard for, was truly stabilizing. The birth of an heir to her legacy was indeed something to celebrate.

Verthandi's thoughts had traveled a thousand miles within a split second. Now back in reality and fully alert, she immediately led her knights toward the capital. A large number of soldiers stood at attention, while the streets overflowed with people, cheering and welcoming their King.

”Welcome, our beloved Emperor!”

”Long live His Majesty!”

”Praise be!”

Flower girls sprinkled their petals over the crowd. Verthandi straightened her back and walked forward in a pure white-skirted armor with a gorgeous cloak. She waved at the crowds, who received her with adoration all the way to the palace.

Within the palace, a large number of Faith of the Sun clergy members awaited. Dressed in their white robes, they formed two rows on both sides. Patriarch Cory stood at the top of the steps, while a large audience watched within the plaza. Above them, many nobles and aristocrats, who were knighted for their loyalty to Verthandi throughout her conquest, were seated.

Verthandi finally dismounted. She then approached the summit, moving towards Patriarch Cory. A sudden silence descended upon the scene, as all the cheers died down at once. Everyone held their breaths, waiting to witness this sacred moment.

”In the name of God, I crown Will Eranbell as the Emperor of the Holy Seville Empire!”

The Patriarch of the Faith of the Sun personally crowned Verthandi. Verthandi turned to face her people, showing them her visage. Instantly, all of the knights and nobles fell to the ground. All of the civilians cheered in unison.

”Long live the Holy Seville Emperor!”

”Long live Your Majesty!”

The cheers grew louder and louder. The entire city was cheering, their hands waving in the air. Wave after wave of people surged forward. All of the orcs were excited to welcome the first common king, the first emperor to end a thousand years of conflict. She was the ruler that would be the light to all of the orcs!

Verthandi had unified all of the orc lands at the age of twenty-seven. She had established the Holy Seville Empire, as its first emperor. From then on, the orcs began to walk towards true unification under a centralized power.