The Nus Kingdom seed to be on the eve of a storm.
Every person was eagerly anticipating the outco.
A fissure had ford between the two races, and unless one side compromised, there would be no nding it.
Among the people of Logos, there were tales passed down of the bygone days with the Unihorn, who had brought them plentiful fish, the experience of dosticating animals, while they in turn had offered gifts of poetry, writing, and the like.
The more they reminisced about those beautiful tis, the harder it was for the Elves to tolerate the rfolk’s desecration of their faith.
"They have fallen!"
Such was the rumor among the Elves,
"It was the rfolk who first betrayed God, and also forsaken the ancient covenant!"
The impassioned Elves could not accept the rfolk’s harsh demands; beneath the Holy Scripture, they could not accept the daughter of an unknown Divine as their deity.
And other Elves, while not radical, were desperately eager to either execute or banish Nimirda as a ans to placate the situation, to turn the page on this affair.
The forr accused the latter of betraying their faith, the Holy Scripture, and all the Prophets of old, while the latter hurled back accusations of betrayal against God’s words.
It seed as though only a spark was needed, and without waiting for the two races to split, a civil war was ready to ignite among the Elves themselves.
Every scene before him wore heavily on King Oro.
Atop the Giant Wood Palace, carved from massive trees, the elderly King once again summoned the imprisoned Nimirda.
With each step he ascended, Nimirda, who had been confined for many days, appeared gaunt, his eyes weary, his hair disheveled, his whole spirit not the sa as before.
He looked at his father; King Oro seed much older than before.
"King Simir, please leave us space for our father and son conversation."
King Oro said slowly, as he watched Nimirda.
Of course, King Simir had no objections. He nodded slightly, then stood up from his throne and left the palace.
Inside the vast Giant Wood Palace, only King Oro and Nimirda remained.
"Nimirda... you’ve gotten yourself into a terrible ss," said King Oro slowly.
He had uttered this phrase countless tis; almost every ti he t with Nimirda, he would say the sa.
Nimirda looked at his father,
"Father, I know what I have done.
If I could do it over, I would wish to restrain myself."
King Oro let out a long sigh.
He stood up, walked to Nimirda, and gazed in the direction of the Holy Land from the palace’s grand doors.
"God told us, the people of Logos and the Unihorn should be as close as brothers, just as two grains of wheat fall to the earth, neither getting lost."
Nimirda frowned and said:
"I know, I know...
But Ryan was my own brother; his mysterious death at the hands of our supposed brethren weighs heavily on ."
Ryan was King Oro’s second son, an Elf Prince purposely killed by the eldest son of the Whale King.
Nimirda stared intently at King Oro, saying word by word:
"Wasn’t I a part of that secret talk you had?
...That Whale King, he was so aggressive in your presence, and he dared conclude his eldest son’s death was Ryan’s fault!
Oh God, this wasn’t just shifting bla, it was a second murder of Ryan.
I was blinded by anger then and ended up causing such a disaster."
After the deaths of the princes from both races, a secret talk was held between the kings, and Nimirda, as King Oro’s heir, also took part.
And the Whale King transferred all his pain of losing his eldest son onto the Elves; in his eyes, his own son didn’t kill with intent but it was Ryan who had provoked his eldest, which ultimately led to the disaster.
King Oro sighed deeply,
"It’s nothing but you killed , and I killed you..."
As the words fell on his ears, Nimirda deflated, murmuring,
"Who could argue otherwise?"
The Giant Wood Palace suddenly fell into a heavy silence; father and son sat speechless as if they had lost the ability to communicate. Although they stood facing each other, they had long understood that they had lost one another.
Ti passed unknowingly before King Oro finally broke the silence.
"Nimirda... What do you plan to do next?"
Faced with his father’s question, Nimirda didn’t imdiately respond. He just gazed upon the kingdom before him, and after a mont, said,
"I don’t know... I am equally lost.
Countless people of Logos support , sympathize with ; those priests even see as another King Dertulian.
I think that is a position that doesn’t belong to .
But...
Perhaps they are really right?
Perhaps the rfolk’s betrayal is truly unforgivable, and only by destroying it all is the Divine will?
My father, I truly do not know, even though I consider myself perceptive and insightful, I cannot foresee what lies ahead, nor can I understand which path is the correct one."
Nimirda was very confused.
King Oro knew that his eldest son was intelligent and sharp, and though lacking in steadiness, he possessed an indescribable sense of responsibility. This character trait was sowhat similar to the description of King Dertulian in the Scriptures.
"Perhaps they really are right..."
King Oro mused over these words,
"Apart from God, no one can truly define what is right and what is wrong..."
"My father,"
Nimirda took a deep breath,
"It won’t be long before the people of Logos will rise in revolt, they will storm the prison, rescue from my confinent, and they will hail as their king—this is their will.
When that ti cos, I will accept this will because I know it is not up to .
Make your judgnt upon as soon as possible, give an outco."
King Oro listened to Nimirda’s words; the latter laid out his supporters’ plans without any omission or concealnt.
The outside world rumoured that the two had turned against each other over the death of the Whale King, their relationship tense as if at a bow’s draw, but that was rely the fla fanned by conspirators.
"I know... Nimirda."
King Oro said, pausing,
"And now, I understand what we need to do."
Nimirda turned his face, looking puzzledly at his father,
"What does this an?"
King Oro turned away, his back to Nimirda, and as he walked toward the throne, he said:
"You are right, perhaps they really are right,
Perhaps the Nus Kingdom has decayed, no longer the utopia King Dertulian established...
Perhaps the rfolk have truly forsaken God, betrayed their faith, and no longer deserve to be called brethren...
But the words of God are still here, we are the wheat of the Divine, and once fallen to the ground, that permits no one to be lost."
King Oro stopped in his steps, and slowly said:
"Nimirda, leave this place.
Face the consequences of your errors, as will I."
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