150 The Artificial Seed-Myth Hath Blossomed (2/2)

An unknown amount of love poems, ballads of admiration, and portraits of her would be made henceforth for many years to come...

And this was everything that Velvund desired from the beginning, which is why he had made the announcement of their return.

The East and the world at large, required them as they were, more than ever. In light of the potential world-wide disaster ahead of them and the ramifications it had the potential to bring about, the Four Empires needed a Light of Hope.

This was Velvund's intended plan, as far back as when he had first met Reed. To put him on the grand stage of the world for the sake of the future.

He would slowly fashion his figure into that of a hero-myth, someone who could inspire hope in the masses no matter what befell the continent. Someone could, with enough time and preparation, completely unite the continent together for once.

For this purpose, a narrative had to be written. History had to conform to the necessary requirements Velvund needed to make Reed into a mythical figure, much akin to... the Four Sovereigns.

The alteration of the war records during the Twilight War had been for this very reason. Even the widely acclaimed and highly dramatized film about him and Lu'um had been made for that intended purpose.

Velvund had already planted the seed of a future myth into the ground two years ago. Hell, even before that -- the adoption of a human prince into the Avunian royal family had also been a part of the plan.

Here was a figure who was not a native to this world, a poor orphan who had suffered much at the hands of fate, who near death, had been thrust into their world.

Adopted by the Avunian royalty for the astonishing purity of his soul, he became a bridge between humanity and the Avunians.

A genius contender and a celebrated war hero by the continent, who had thought him dead. The romantic war-story depicted about Reed in the film also painted him in a tragic light, as a figure of good who had been robbed of his future, despite all of his struggles.

This was someone that even the mortal world could sympathize with and project themselves into, as he was not born the son of some noble or king in Mulia, but a poor foreigner from another world who had worked himself into reversing his ill-fortune.

Even the title, Stainless Prince, had been connected by him in order to create the connotation that he was clean of all possible guilt that could ascribed to someone who was both royalty and a Chosen.

Velvund almost wanted to immediately marry Reed to his eldest daughter when he had made that touching speech when he became a prince. It was as if the Goddess had given him the perfect grandchild and inheritor for his will.

He was not yet stained by the mistakes of Chosen that belonged to the past, nor the failures of the nobility of Mulia. Velvund would make sure that his reputation would remain that way, too.

A success story and proof that there was still Hope even for the lowliest of all mortals.

And now with his death and rebirth, the artificial myth Velvund created had grown into the next phase.

A miracle had occurred. The resurrection of the dead hero, who was beloved by the common, mortal people and the Demigods of Mulia.

To snuff one's Hope, only to bring it back even hotter and brighter than before. This was what Velvund had intended with announcing the return of Reed and Lu'um to the world.

Simply put, even Reed and Lu'um's appearances contributed to this perpetuation of the myth Velvund was creating. A hero and his accompanying heroine must be beautiful, majestic, courageous, and sage-like if they were to inspire the masses below... and boy, had they succeeded in that aspect, much to Velvund's secretive joy.

And now, Reed and Lu'um would soon set out to save the world by fixing a set of natural disasters, the accursed fissures. It was perfect, down to the letter for Velvund.

The hero and the heroine protecting the world's peace was another major requirement that was needed if the artificial seed-myth was to fully germinate and now, the opportunity had fallen into their laps.

Velvund would make sure the entire world knew of their exploits, so as to cement their status as a genuine legend even further.

The old King stared out at the fissure with a calm smile. He was as happy as could be.

Everything was going according to plan. The world and its denizens danced on the palm of his hand as he thought about his next step...