Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 175 Dark Clouds Over the Kingdom of El

In stark contrast to the northern dwarf city of White Castle, which had just experienced a bloody battle, the Kingdom of Aiur, located in the center of the continent, was now bathed in a seemingly calm undercurrent.

Thousands of years have passed.

The human kingdom, once led by the first emperor El Norn and symbolized by the holy sword "Elsword" left by the godslayer Lord, has long since changed in terms of territory and influence.

However, prosperity and decline seem to be an eternal law.

This once ideal country, over the long years, has been marred by internal divisions, changes in power, and the growth of darkness, like invisible chisels, leaving deep marks on this country.

In the south of the Kingdom of Aiur, several emerging human kingdoms have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, competing, forming alliances, betraying, and annexing each other.

After hundreds of years of brutal struggle, a country called the Southern United Empire began to emerge.

It continued to devour the weak kingdoms around it, and eventually completed the actual unification of the vast land in the south, becoming a behemoth whose strength was not inferior to that of the Kingdom of El.

Now, this southern giant beast that has completed its integration has cast its greedy eyes on the country of El, which symbolizes human orthodoxy and ideals.

Border frictions continue to escalate and small-scale conflicts occur from time to time.

The army of the Southern Empire, like sharks smelling blood, frequently appeared near the border, bringing unprecedented heavy pressure to the Kingdom of El.

At this moment, the capital of the Kingdom of Aiur, this great city built by the Holy King Norn himself, is standing quietly in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Two hundred years had not brought any changes to the royal capital, except that the statue of the first emperor Norn looked a little worn.

But this shabby appearance vaguely represents something.

Deep in the palace, the current emperor, Al Fidel, was rubbing his brow tiredly.

He was in his prime, and the shadow of Norn could be vaguely seen between his brows.

On the large oak desk, piles of urgent reports were like a mountain, pressing down on him to the point of suffocation.

"Your Majesty, the Southern Empire's army has crossed the border again, destroyed two of our outposts, and captured nearly a hundred soldiers."

"The grain transport team at the border was attacked by unknown armed forces, suffering heavy losses. We suspect it was bandits supported by the Southern Empire."

The ministers' worried reports still seemed to be buzzing in my ears.

The Southern Empire was like a noose that was tightening, and the country of Led'El was having difficulty breathing.

When exactly is it?
How could these insignificant small countries become such a huge empire?
One hundred years? Or two hundred years?
Fidel didn't know either.

Faced with the huge and fanatical army of the Southern Unified Empire, the Kingdom of El, even with better equipment and more magicians, was somewhat overwhelmed.

The main reason is that their Ai'er is an ideal country and should be the home of all mankind.

So even though the Southern Empire continued to provoke him, Fidel always exercised restraint and tried his best to avoid military conflict with it.

But now it seems that his concession has only exacerbated the other party's arrogance.

The threat from the demons hasn't completely disappeared, but these guys have already started to kill their own kind?
El Fidel felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

The glorious epic of the ancestor Norn uniting humans and fighting against the gods together with the great godslayer now seems more like a satire of his own incompetence.
Elsword is still enshrined on the Holy Sword Stone Platform in the deepest part of the Imperial Palace. It is the kingdom's sacred artifact and a symbol of faith for all El citizens.

But it's too heavy, too sacred.

No one dares to use it lightly except in times of national crisis. It is more like a spiritual totem than a sharp weapon to break the deadlock.

Just when Al Fidel was almost suffocated by internal and external troubles, a human appeared before him.

The man called himself Graosam.

He was introduced by several ministers at a court dinner.

When Graosam stepped into the audience hall, the magical fluctuations lingering around him silently declared that he was a magician of unfathomable strength.

"Your Majesty," Graosam said in a slow yet elegant voice, "Please allow me, Graosam, to pay you my highest respects. I have traveled the continent and heard that the Kingdom of Aiel is facing unprovoked provocations from the Southern Unified Empire. As a member of the human race, I wish to do my humble part to help Your Majesty."

His self-introduction was humble and appropriate, instantly winning the favor of many nobles and ministers present.

Although Al Fidel was wary, he couldn't ignore Graosam's powerful magical aura and calm demeanor, as well as the stance expressed in his words.

Especially at a time when the kingdom is in dire need of powerful assistance, especially a magician from outside the country.

The country of El is not short of magicians, and also has a large number of powerful magicians.

However, these magicians all belong to Saint Kalua, the first magic academy of mankind. Fidel is unwilling to summon these magicians unless it is a crisis.

"Thank you for your kindness, Lord Graosam. I wonder if you have any suggestions?"

Graosam smiled faintly. "Your Majesty, the Southern United Empire relies on nothing more than its vast military strength. However, as long as we are human, we will always have weaknesses. In the face of power and slaughter, even the largest army will become timid."

He raised his right hand, palm up.

Reveal your own magical power and begin to guide it skillfully.

Although it was impossible to tell what kind of magic the man was proficient in, his exquisite manipulation of magic amazed the court magicians present.

Graosam's voice held a convincing charm. "If Your Majesty trusts me, I can personally go to the border and teach those arrogant guys a lesson."

He clenched his fist violently, and a powerful magical shock spread out in all directions, causing everyone to subconsciously take half a step back.

Al Fidel's heart was deeply touched by this powerful display of strength.

He needs strength so much!

A resounding victory is desperately needed to boost morale and intimidate the unified empire in the south.

The appearance of Graosam was like a life-saving straw for a drowning man.

"Your strength is truly impressive!" El Fidel even stood up in excitement. A powerful magician who wasn't from his own country seemed like he was sent by heaven to resolve the current situation. "If you can truly help me resolve the threat posed by the Southern Empire, the Kingdom of El will surely meet all of your needs!"

"It is an honor for Graosam to serve His Majesty."

Graosam bowed gracefully, but a cold light flashed in the depths of his eyes, so fast that no one could catch it.

The smile on his face was flawless, like a carefully crafted mask.

However, beneath this perfect appearance, lies a terrifying truth that could subvert the entire Kingdom of El.

(End of this chapter)