The old man you see with your phone is highly suspicious.

"Crack!"

The stone slabs beneath the holy sword seemed to begin to crack, and the cracking sound pierced everyone's eardrums.

Fafnir held her breath, gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, and pulled hard. The stone beneath the holy sword shattered, and the sword emerged from the stone, raising a cloud of dust.

At this moment, every blade of grass, flower, and grain of sand on the plain seemed to be celebrating. Under the setting sun, the beloved holy sword burst forth with a soaring blade of light, together weaving a magnificent picture.

Everyone watched in shock, as if witnessing a myth being born before their eyes.

"Rejoice! Inheriting the power of the previous hero, you are destined to slay the Demon King, banish the evil god, and become the king of all things in this world. Your name is 'Knight King,' and this is the moment of your birth!"

The little mage, hidden under his hood, held a spellbook and began chanting loudly.

Under the setting sun, the young mage and the girl gazed at each other.

The light of her beloved holy sword dissipated, and for some reason, Fafnir felt a sense of familiarity about this unfamiliar mage.

"Who...are you?" she asked the little mage.

The young mage merely bowed slightly, revealing his thick-rimmed glasses beneath his hood, just as he had thousands of years ago: "Sage Joshua, an unknown young mage, is also the guardian of this holy sword."

Chapter 91 How does a fox in another world call?

The Sword of King Selection is not a secret; anyone with enough strength can pull it out.

He deliberately chose a massive boulder weighing several hundred tons and strong enough, and reinforced it with magic, melting his beloved holy sword entirely into the boulder.

Therefore, the force required to pull out this sword would be approximately a burst of force equivalent to a hundred tons.

Therefore, anyone who possesses this level of power can become a king.

And it's quite obvious that even among the 32 giants in Greece, probably less than half could actually take on the challenge.

In other words, only those with at least legendary-level strength can attempt to draw their swords.

Fafnir, however, did not possess such strength and power. Due to malnutrition since childhood, even at the age of 16, she did not appear as well-developed as her 15-year-old sister, and instead looked like a 13 or 14-year-old girl.

Even if the cursed blood absorbed all her suffering in an instant, her body might remain forever at the age of 16.

Although the child's strength is not great, the warrior's power within him is immense.

The hero's genes, which had been relentlessly exploited since childhood to fight against the corruption of the evil god, generated unimaginable power. If it weren't for the scheming and despicable people in the kingdom almost draining her blood to death, that hero's power might have maintained a balance with the corruption of the evil god.

Therefore, after the evil god was stripped away and the hero's violent power was calmed down, the power that had been suppressed within her for sixteen years finally revealed its terrifying nature.

It can be said that she was born with a near-mythical level (4th tier), which would be the strongest second-generation god level even in ancient Greece, with her innate physical nature.

If the former Hero's Squad members could properly train her, she, with potential far exceeding that of everyone else in this world, would surpass her father's power and status with just one Noble Phantasm.

However, such people became caged birds of the kingdom, imprisoned in castles and turned into blood-supplying machines for schemers.

It's as ridiculous as a born saint being nailed to the cross by his own people.

At this moment, the caged bird spreads its wings and flies high, and the saint completes his martyrdom.

Just as he had predicted, the beloved Holy Sword would unleash a brilliance in Fafnir's hands that surpassed even that of the Hero Uncle.

This is the weapon most suitable for her, and also the symbol of her kingship.

"The Kingdom Prospers, the Knight King!"

"The Kingdom prospers, the Knight King!" A white fox suddenly appeared, speaking in the Kingdom's language, and then vanished.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, a note filled with the words "Knight King" was found inside the live fish's belly.

A nobleman also discovered that his family's ancestral shield was inscribed with the words, "A knight-king will surely lead the kingdom to prosperity."

One fantastical element after another appeared, and coupled with the previous story of choosing the King's Sword, this event was gradually etched into everyone's minds.

At that moment, a large man dressed in a golden lion skin squeezed out of the crowd and looked at the girl on the boulder.

"May the new king lead us to drive out the demon king!"

The man's voice was loud and powerful, as if it pierced through the clouds, reaching the ends of the world, and the Sky Thunder above the clouds.

More and more people started to jeer. They were all from the capital, and most of them were nobles. However, in just one day, they could no longer understand this world.

Although the Demon King's army did not kill them, they watched helplessly as familiar neighbors and friends became part of the corpses.

This fear drove them to flee, drove them mad.

And now, a new king has been born who is capable of killing the Demon King!

Fafnir didn't rush to answer. She simply looked at the young mage who called himself "Sage Joshua" and asked, "Teacher, what do you think?"

"Take in the remnants and prepare for the upcoming war," the little mage simply replied.

Fafnir smiled, her lips curving upwards; her smile at that moment was happier than anyone else's.

Teacher, you've given yourself away! You responded directly just now!

This instinctive reaction cannot be faked, nor can the unchanging gaze that looks at refugees or nobles. This ingrained behavior and habit cannot be faked.

Teacher, you didn't become the Demon King, but instead broke free from the influence of the evil god. Now you're pretending to be someone else to enthrone me on the throne!

However, she only felt her eyes getting wet, and she could hardly hold back the tears in the corners of her eyes.

That's great... Teacher...

She smiled at the little mage, a smile that touched everyone around her.

……

And so, Fafnir, the princess who had restored her kingdom and the daughter of a former hero, whose titles alone were enough to shake the continent, began to take in the refugees and nobles around the capital.

Her fighting prowess is astonishing; even the Demon King's army's officers cannot defeat her.

Countless skilled knights were willing to follow her. They were all exceptionally brave and strong, with arms strong enough to ride horses, and each had their own unique skills.

They called themselves the Twelve Knights.

Only she can defeat the Demon King. Time is running out, so she is training every single second.

She was always dressed in a lion's skin, and a man named Hercules taught her archery, swordsmanship, and the despicable art of poisoning.

The man who called himself Hector taught her how to dodge and how to deal with dangerous environments and survival skills in the wild.

The boy, Achilles, who looked about her age, taught her how to improve her speed, including reaction speed and movement techniques.

Another man named Ajax taught her how to defend herself, and Odysseus taught her how to set traps and use cunning.

……

Time was of the essence, so she studied non-stop.

These twelve knights also imparted all their martial arts skills and special abilities to each other.

The girl lived up to expectations; she was like a true genius, quickly learning both the language of the other world and the martial arts taught by the knights.

Although you may not understand it at first, you can get the hang of it in a very short time. All that's left is to spend time training and practicing.

And finally, this sage taught her how to chant magic.

Light magic is the most suitable magic for her to use.

The little mage seemed to be very knowledgeable; he seemed to know all the variations and derivatives of magic, and even told her a lot about the development directions of light magic.

Examples include the Cutting Light Wheel, the Light Guillotine, the Cross Guillotine, the Splitting Guillotine, the Exploding Guillotine, and so on...

At this moment, she was completely certain that the person in front of her was her teacher, the one who had led her to escape the castle.

She recognized some of the magic, but not before; she had seen Daigo use it when he fought Sukuna.

She has also begun to learn light magic.

As the reputation of the "Knight King" spread, refugees from the vicinity of the capital flocked to their stronghold, a large village located outside the capital.

Within a day, thousands of people gathered here, including a large number of nobles who were fleeing with their property and food.

The nobles were moved to tears when they saw Fafnir, especially when they saw the "Hero's Holy Sword" in Fafnir's hand, which they were very familiar with. They wished they could bow down and kiss the new king's toes.

Chapter 92 Zero Requiem

The nobles of the capital city, most of them had witnessed the former hero and his invincible holy sword sixteen years ago.

Now, the princess's identity is no secret among them. The way she holds the Holy Sword of the Hero makes them hallucinate the hero who once sealed away the evil god.

The hero has arrived, and heaven has seen the light; the hero has arrived, and they are saved!

Therefore, as the new queen, she also had another very important lesson to learn.

To settle refugees and distribute food, being a true king requires more than just force and wisdom; it also requires truly understanding the contradictions and interests of the people below.

If a king doesn't understand people's hearts, he will be abandoned by everyone.

A king cannot be too kind; he must possess both benevolence and divine favor, as well as the wrath of thunder.

In just one day, a nobleman in charge of managing the grain was arrested for embezzlement. He knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly.

"According to the regulations, how should this be handled?" the young mage asked Fafnir.

“Kill…” Fafnir uttered that word.

"Then let's do it." The little mage seemed to have no mercy whatsoever, turning his back and leaving without even glancing back.

"No, Your Highness, I was wrong, I know I was wrong..." The nobleman begged hysterically, his head hitting the ground repeatedly, breaking his scalp. His face was covered with a mixture of tears and mud.

A large number of villagers below started to jeer. Most of them were commoners from the capital and ordinary people from nearby villages who had come with their families. They only knew that the food and water they received was less than half of what was supposed to be given.

"Chop!" A shout erupted from the crowd, followed by a tidal wave of cheers.

As the little mage under the hood left, Fafnir drew her holy sword.

“My teacher once said something…” Fafner sighed, thinking of that rainy day.

She had seen what a teacher looked like when they were truly angry.

At that time, an elf sister turned into a man-eating monster. She knelt on the ground and begged the teacher for forgiveness, pleading for a chance to turn back into a human, and expressing her love for the teacher and her mistakes and remorse.

The teacher was in the pouring rain at the time, and simply said...

“You don’t know you’re wrong, you just know you’re going to die…” Fafnir said the words she had heard at that time.

The holy sword was swung, and the head fell to the ground, filled with resentment and regret.