Overlord, I don't want to be the Holy Queen's Great Sword

"My child, your idea is very good. In fact, I can also tell you that our royal family has indeed developed a method that allows ordinary people to utilize magical energy."

“But it’s too difficult and too time-consuming.”

King Sarah II was at a loss for words for a moment. In fact, how could the royal family give up such a method that could prolong life?

To this day, the royal family has been maintaining a group of old priests who are very old and have basically no hope of breaking through to the fourth level to study these things.

Because death is imminent, they work particularly hard on this research.

but.....

Among more than a dozen people, only one was able to practice it, and the results were minimal.

It is still under the scope of research and optimization. The holy kings of all generations would not touch this thing unless they were in their old age.

Because if you can't push magic to the fourth level, you may not even be able to sit firmly on the throne, so how can you have the time to practice this?

As for why not choose a loyal guard to teach this method and practice it from a young age...

No one would want the emergence of a veteran of three dynasties, especially when there is a temple in the country that is eager to completely transform it into a theocracy.

Even the one from the Empire has not come under the Empire's purview until now, concentrating on research and teaching.

But my daughter might be an exception.

Sarah II thought back to the news he had heard in recent days.

The first-level magic can be learned almost instantly, and coupled with the innate ability that is suitable for it...

Maybe I can let my daughter give it a try.

Sara II automatically ignored the possibility that his daughter would become powerful enough to usurp the throne in the future.

Or maybe he didn't ignore it, but with his daughter's current talent, what would it matter if he didn't let her learn?

Since the first Holy King was able to research this, why can't his daughter do it?

Sarah II was well aware of his daughter's obsession with magic, so instead of trying to stop her, he decided to help her.

The vastness of the sky is enough to wipe out all ambitions.

Sarah II, who is still trapped in the fourth level, feels this deeply.

Chapter 32: Just use it in another place!

"Father, tell me."

Karl responded obediently, and even his tone changed slightly.

Sarah II naturally heard it, but he just smiled and said nothing.

My daughter has been like this since she was young. As soon as you hear her tone, you know she is definitely asking others to do things for you.

If his request is too strict later, I will definitely have a different attitude.

"First, Karl, you can teach it to others, but you must get my consent. Second, report your progress to me every once in a while."

"This includes your funds. Remember, you are not allowed to conceal the progress!"

Sarah II stretched out his hand and pointed at Karko's little nose with a smile, and the girl immediately smiled bitterly.

"Father, look at what you said, how could I lie to you?"

How could you deceive me?

Don’t you think you’ve cheated enough?

Sarah II remained indifferent as he looked at Carl, who was twisting his body and seemed to want to act coquettishly.

The girl seemed to realize that her previously successful tactics had failed, and she immediately adjusted her attitude.

Because if my father looks like this, it means that this matter is a big deal to him, and it will be useless no matter how much I act like a spoiled child at this time.

"No problem, father," Karl said affirmatively.

Sarah II nodded with satisfaction. This was exactly what he wanted.

Since his daughter is so cooperative, he, as a father, must explain the reasons why he does this. Regardless of whether his daughter can understand it or not, there must be an explanation.

Of course he believed that his daughter was smart enough to understand him.

"Child, although you have great talent, it is not a good thing to go too deep into this area."

"I think your Grandpa Rosta should have told you about this when you were borrowing the book, right?"

"Yes, Father."

"You know, Karko, other people in the royal family never had this privilege when they went to borrow books in the past!"

"Really? That's probably because I might actually succeed, right?"

Karl tilted his head indifferently and smiled slightly.

King Sarah II felt relieved when he looked at his clever daughter.

"Yes, only you are really capable of learning this skill. If it were someone else, we might have given up before we even learned it."

"It doesn't take much persuasion for reality to make us give up."

As he spoke, Sarah II even started laughing.

"But Karl, you are different. You may reach the level that our ancestors were able to reach, but we are worried that you may continue to be addicted."

"For example....the necklace I gave you."

As he spoke, Sarah II smiled and gently picked up the necklace around Karko's neck.

The silver-white feather pendant was now flashing a bright blue light.

Instead, Sarah just looked at the necklace, with endless memories flashing through her eyes.

"I guess you should have read in the book that our ancestor, the first Holy King, wanted to learn the magic of [Flying] because he lost to the great wizard who is still alive today."

"But guess why I, father, tried so hard to learn this magic with a magic prop not long ago?"

"Has the magic left by the first Holy King been lost?"

Karl answered seemingly dumbly.

In fact, there are only two answers. One is that the first Holy King did not learn it at all, or did not learn it. The other is that magic was lost in the passage of time.

But judging from his father's appearance, it was undoubtedly the former, but Karko answered the latter because it would make his father reveal more things he didn't know.

"No, I just didn't learn it."

Sarah II's face showed an expression of indescribable confusion and regret.

"When the ancestor dueled with the great wizard, he was already over 40 years old. According to his talent, this magic was nothing to him."

"But later on, he became obsessed with the so-called magical aura and wanted to create a magical membrane that could seal the entire body."

"Ugh....."

"Although both the Holy Kingdom's records of successive Holy Kings and the Holy King's own autobiography tell of his progress in strength over the years."

"A stronger body, a more powerful swing, no one in the Holy Kingdom would deny this."

"But... a warrior is always a warrior..."

Sarah II seemed to be feeling emotional and touched Karko's little head, but his words became particularly solemn at this time.

"Karko, we are just the royal family, the ones who will lead this country in the future."

"So most of the time we can't make rash decisions, nor can we sacrifice easily, because once we leave, the Holy Kingdom will fall into turmoil, and then the demihumans in the east will invade."

"Why did we build the capital of Hebans in the westernmost part of the Holy Kingdom, so far away from the Eastern Great Wall?"

"Isn't it just to give us a buffer zone after the demihumans break through the Eastern Wall so we can start over?"

"So you understand?"

"It's the same reason why our royal family requires each Saint King to have magical abilities."

"Whether it's the third-level [Flight], the fourth-level [Dimensional Movement], or the fifth-level [Teleportation]."

"These are abilities that magic casters can use to easily evacuate the battlefield, but warriors have nothing."

"Magic aura and longevity are not suitable for us anyway. We are still magic casters after all, my child."

"If the ancestor had used all that energy on magic, he might have become a sixth-level magic caster by now."

"Then maybe at that time..."

Sarah II sighed deeply, but didn't say much in the end. He just put his hand gently on Karko's shoulder and patted him.

"Not everyone has such a great talent as yours, so father agrees that you can go and learn, but at least communicate with father about the progress, right?"

Sarah II deliberately showed an expression of envy and helplessness, as if he was wearing a mask to hide all his previous expressions in the deepest part.

"Okay, father." Karko put his head on Sarah II's big hand and nodded thoughtfully, his eyes subconsciously looking at the thick personal biography in his hand.

She seemed to know what was happening.

But...what is the specific reason and who caused it?

Karl opened his mouth to ask, but saw his father looking at the biography in his hand sadly.

All the holy kings of the past have read this biography...

Yes, this kind of thing must be written in the biography. You should go back and read it slowly in the evening. There is no need to waste your father’s energy.

Besides, the current atmosphere is not right, and they still have some serious matters to discuss.

Karl decisively chose to change the subject to ease the atmosphere.

"By the way, father, are you here for the magic pattern matter?"

"Can I trade it for some rewards?"

Karl said with a smile.

She originally wanted to use this merit in exchange for the right to teach other people the skills of magic aura, but now it seems that this merit can be used in another way.

Chapter 33: Do you want to rebel?

"Oh, my little Iris, tell me what reward you want."

Hearing his daughter's request, Sarah II subconsciously straightened his back.

You can't lose your dignity in front of your daughter!

"I want a few teams of paladins who will only obey my orders." Kalko said calmly, as if he didn't know the seriousness of the matter.

But Sarah II slapped himself in the face.

"Oh~, my little Iris, how many teams of paladins?"

"Come, take a look at my position!"

Sarah II stood up and pointed to the place where he had just sat with his hands.

After Karl took a look, he said seriously.

"good."

"Not bad? Good!"

"So what do you think of the Holy King's position?"

Sarah II was so angry that he laughed and asked directly.

"How about I call your brother over now, and we can discuss giving up the throne to you?"

"Hehehe, this...this is too exaggerated, father."

Seeing that his father had said this, Karl spoke embarrassedly.

"Exaggerated. A team of paladins consists of ten people, wearing chain mail, plate armor, and a layer of clothes in between. Add to that their own magical abilities, and it's not a problem for a paladin to beat ten soldiers just by standing on the ground."

"Now you tell me how many teams you want?"

"Oh, my dear daughter, if you have any complaints against your father, just say it directly. There is no need to be so tactful."

Sarah II spread his hands and his eyes widened, like a brown bear that could no longer get honey.