"Prince Kenneth?!"
Kenneth’s arrival caught everyone’s attention, and at this mont, Ares also reverted to human form. The smile on his face suddenly froze, but the next mont it turned into surprise and joy.
"My child!"
The first to rush forward was Freya, who disregarded the current environnt and held Kenneth fiercely in her arms. The crowd, realizing what was happening, erupted into a storm of cheers.
Ares glanced from the corner of his eye, and Patrick shrank his head, feeling a sharp killing intent locking onto him.
Since Kenneth appeared here, it could only an one thing.
Devour was already dead.
From this, it could be inferred that Patrick’s assessnt of Roger’s combat power had significant issues.
Devour was almost at the peak of the First Ring. Even if the opponent’s strength surpassed him by one tier, if Devour launched a suicidal attack, not even a Second Ring Ring Bearer could gain any advantage against him.
A formidable foe strong enough to kill Devour, how could Patrick possibly escape his pursuit?
Ares squinted, quickly deducing so things from Patrick’s reaction.
It was obvious that Patrick was lying about sothing; the three Bone Guards could not withstand such an opponent’s attack.
Therefore, Patrick... must have already died once.
That’s why he concealed the truth.
In just a few breaths, Ares had deduced most of the situation, then retracted his gaze, showing a perfect smile.
Encompassing both the dignity of a king and a father’s love for his son.
"It’s good you’re back, it’s good you’re back!"
He murmured a few words, and by then, Freya’s face was full of tears.
"Emil’s Companion Blood has solidified, you know Kenneth, I have been constantly watching your Companion Blood these days, I’ve been so worried..."
"I’m back, mother."
Kenneth also embraced Freya.
Kenneth’s return clearly took everyone by surprise, but the crowd was unaware of the details; soone who was almost presud to have little chance of survival suddenly appeared, and they cheered Kenneth’s na.
"Take your mother to rest, we’ll have a good talk after the ceremony."
Ares made no ntion of Kenneth’s earlier questioning, intending to downplay the issue, but Kenneth knew very well his purpose for coming.
He stepped forward, shielding Freya behind him, and glanced at Roger.
"Go ahead."
Roger smiled, even taking the ti to admire the grandeur of the city and the twelve suspended positions above the temple.
"Twelve Dragon Envoys, quite the spectacle indeed."
Among everyone, he was the most relaxed since the events that followed would unfold exactly as he anticipated.
Upon seeing Kenneth’s actions, the Dragon King could no longer control his emotions.
"Do you know what you are doing, Kenneth?" His gaze was sharp and oppressive.
"I am very clear, I always have been."
"This...this..." Freya finally recalled Kenneth’s earlier words.
"He must have experienced sothing outside, that’s why he..."
"Silence!" Ares roared, and Freya turned pale from the impact.
"Step back!" Ares shifted his gaze, "This is your last chance."
Kenneth exhaled deeply, becoming more at ease.
"According to tradition, as the heir to the throne, I have the right to reasonably question the candidates for Dragon Saint."
His voice rose, reaching everywhere.
Others, too, had recovered from the joy of Kenneth’s return, realizing the significant implications of his words at this mont.
In the phantoms above the temple, soone nodded.
"This is in accordance with the rules!"
"What are you trying to do?"
Ares controlled his urge to act, "Your challenge is aningless, I am the only candidate."
"You are not."
"Because I am also qualified to contend for this position!"
As soon as he spoke, silence fell over the entire place.
Ares was furious yet laughed, "You are qualified?"
"Can you garner the support of all the tribe mbers?"
"I cannot." Kenneth took a deep breath.
"But I can defeat you!"
As soon as Kenneth’s words fell, the place erupted into a frenzy.
"Silence!"
At that mont, a roar ca from the phantoms, and Kenneth felt as if an entire land was pressing down on him.
"Don’t be nervous." A voice sounded from behind, Roger stepped forward to support Kenneth’s shoulder, and the mountainous pressure vanished, leaving him inexplicably relaxed.
"He is your father, if he becos the Dragon Saint, then you will inherit the throne as the new Dragon King."
Ulmanis’s voice was low.
"Doing this yields no benefit to you."
"That’s not important, I just purely believe he is not the best candidate for Dragon Saint."
Ulmanis nodded, looking at the angry Dragon King.
"Do you accept his challenge?"
"Or..."
"I will prove with facts that I am the best candidate for Dragon Saint." Ares rudely interrupted Ulmanis.
"My child, I know what you’re worried about. In past history, the offspring of the Dragon Saint could not beco Dragon King, so you fear I will strip you of your status as heir."
Hearing this, not only Ulmanis but others around also showed a look of realization.
"So that’s how it is." Everyone looked at Kenneth with peculiar eyes.
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