The arrival of the Wise King elevated the atmosphere of such a banquet to its most pivotal mont.
However, before the Wise King could speak, soone else entered.
Compared to humans, they seed diminutive, yet despite their stature, they exuded a strong presence clad in solid armor as they entered the place.
"Dwarf King!"
Of the three great beings who once ford an alliance, two have arrived today, but as for the last one, they will not show up—after all, the Elf Queen is already dead.
Even if they wished to co, they probably couldn’t, but this does not an that there is no representative from the Elf Race present today.
A race like the Elves, even if a dozen Great Elental Tutors have left, doesn’t an the Elven Race no longer has other Great Elental Tutors. Today’s Elven Race must send soone to such a banquet—in this dangerous situation, if the Elven Race still wants a place at the table rather than being served up as food, they must continue to assert their influence.
Even if it is just posturing, they can’t afford to lose face at this mont.
A tall elf walked in after the Dwarf King.
"Nature Ranger!"
Soone recognized the elf’s identity, likely an elf active in the world about three hundred years ago, a Great Elental Tutor-level elf. This person had once been active as a ranger in the world then returned to the Elf Kingdom and disappeared from sight—many elves have done such things.
For elves, it seems like a necessary journey in life, but to do so, one’s strength must first be acknowledged by other elves—and upon returning, elves usually enter the power echelon, yet evidently, this Nature Ranger is an exception.
Otherwise, she would have been exiled to the space with other Great Elental Tutors by the Elf Queen to seek the Goddess.
The presence of such a figure demonstrates the Elven Race’s heritage, forcing people to consider the long lifespan of this race—not just thinking about the strong elves appearing in the past hundred years, you should also consider the strong elves over at least six hundred years.
Exiling a dozen Great Elental Tutors—though not fatal for the Elven Race, the real deadly issues are the Elf Queen’s death and the Elf Mother Tree... although such impacts are not imdiate.
The Nature Ranger’s purpose at this banquet is clear, to tell the world that even in adversity, the Elven Race still has ample combat power, not to be easily divided and consud—and moreover, she must understand the attitudes of the Hero and the Demon King at this banquet.
After all, the current situation of the Elven Race is linked to the Hero. If the Hero’s killing intent remains, the Elven Race must consider other thods; for a race, survival is the paramount issue, everything else can be deferred.
The important guests have all arrived by now.
But Rastina is bewildered; she doesn’t know what she should do at this mont, Mohe has given her no instructions on how to face that "A·Gedora."
She is supposed to convey the Demon King’s will, and logically, Doro should also appear at this ti to express his will. But what is Mr. Doro doing? Is that A·Gedora Mr. Doro?
"Wise King, it’s indeed your Royal Palace, your arrangents are quite grand!"
The Dwarf King seed oblivious to the strange atmosphere in the room, greeting the Wise King, "The last ti we t like this was over ten years ago, on the night we successfully vanquished the Demon King, when the major races gathered together to celebrate a beautiful future!"
"I’ve long wished to invite you all to such a banquet, but everyone is always entangled with affairs. If it’s not your matter, it’s mine, and so ti quietly slipped through our fingers, to now, where we are unable to gather!" The Wise King expressed his sentints with a hint of regret.
Such a banquet was simply impossible to comnce.
In simple terms, just like the Elf Queen under the blessing of the Elf Mother Tree, she even had confidence to confront Doro, though ultimately killed by Doro, at least in her own perception, she didn’t flee, indicating she believed she could fight—the territorial support to battle strength she cultivated was imnse.
Whether it’s the Dwarf King or the Wise King, it is likely the sa; leaving their capital, their throne, is an extrely dangerous matter, though their strength is formidable, not inferior to those with a Sacred Na, yet within their own territory, they can stand "invincible."
Of course, this "invincibility" has already been proven as re fantasy by Doro’s fists... this is also why the Dwarf King would leave his domain to attend such a banquet.
After all, if soone truly intends to deal with you, what can being in your own domain do?
Giving neither the Demon King nor the Hero face is a terrible thing.
But such words are left unsaid, stating instead, it is because of fear of incidents, so they won’t go to other’s territories—anyway, it’s just because they are busy.
Afterward, the Dwarf King looked towards the "Nature Ranger."
"Miss Elve, it’s an honor to et you, to be honest, I am a fan of yours." Bahadon greeted the Nature Ranger warmly, "Your authored ’World Travelogue and Miscellaneous Talks’ once deeply impacted the younger , sparking my interest in the world, it is a work that enlightened my wisdom. I have always wanted to et you."
The Elf looked at Bahadon in surprise. Her arrival shouldn’t have been known in advance, so since the Dwarf King Bahadon said so, he most likely really had read the book she wrote.
A smile appeared on her face: "That was just sothing I described about my travel experiences in my younger days, nothing of great value, you’re too kind."
"But it’s authentic, it painted a picture of the world for the young ," Bahadon, this Dwarf King, displayed a shrewdness unexpected of a dwarf. "Since you have co to represent the Elf Race—I look forward to the developnt of the Elf Race under your guidance."
The Elf could only smile; she wasn’t good at such occasions, didn’t know how to respond to Bahadon’s words, could only speak less to make fewer mistakes.
Finally, Bahadon withdrew his gaze and turned his attention to Rastina: "Miss Rastina, since you are hosting such a banquet on behalf of the Demon King, what exactly do you want to say? What attitude does the revived Demon King have towards the world?"
Rastina suddenly beca tense—it was Mohe who was assisting Doro in hosting this banquet, and Mohe himself held no specific stance.
What should she do at this mont? Should she just answer truthfully?
Should she say this is not the Demon King’s banquet, but a Hero’s banquet?
Rastina tightened her grip on the magnificent scepter and, under the watchful eyes of everyone, stepped into the center of the hall: "As for the will of the Demon King, I won’t say—"
Her gaze fell on "A·Gedora," the brilliant scepter suddenly pointed at him: "What I want to know is, what is your situation? Who are you?"
A·Gedora opened his eyes.
"Rastina, in the blink of an eye, you have beco such a graceful young lady. In my mory, you were only this tall."
The man gestured around his thigh: "Do you rember giving you candy?"
The gentle and warm smile on his face seed not to take harsh questioning seriously, as he responded with a smile.
"You!"
Rastina didn’t expect him to ntion this.
"Answer my question!"
She pressed on, gritting her teeth, aware that she needed to demonstrate her stance. Perhaps this was not a test from Mohe or Doro, a situation they might not have foreseen, but she had to declare her stance. Otherwise, she was just a re symbolic decoration representing Mohe’s will...
She sharply realized that unknowingly, she was already standing on the edge of a cliff.
"I do not quite understand your question, Rastina, but I know your doubts. You want to ask why I am here? Who am I really?"
The man smiled and said: "I am A·Gedora. I understand you probably do not acknowledge this identity, after all, another A·Gedora exists in this world, but I am indeed —at least, in my mory, I am myself. I have always been. I have never changed."
He looked around, his gaze sweeping over the bewildered crowd: "Initially, various races united. For a common goal, they fought. Now, everyone is here with their individual goals at a banquet organized by the Demon King. To , this is simply unbelievable, as if one night I went to bed, woke up in the morning, and the world was entirely unlike the familiar form I knew."
His gaze then passed over Charlotte, Adeline, and the hidden Nephilim: "I have heard about what happened over the years, I was betrayed, I made choices, I killed the Elf Queen—these things truly happened. Even though I don’t want to believe it, I don’t want to admit it, but I know clearly, this is the reality I must face."
"But I will not retreat."
He declared: "I was created, I exist, I rember those I t, I know the people I have known. So—"
"I am A·Gedora, your Hero."
He drew the Hero’s Sword, pointing at a corner of the hall.
"Demon King, I have already sensed your presence and know that you exist, so why are you still hiding?"
The space suddenly tore open.
Mohe stepped through.
"What you said... I just arrived and hadn’t found the right timing to show up yet—"
She stared at this A·Gedora for a while, then turned her gaze to the other won: "This is your creation? Don’t say it isn’t sowhat interesting."
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