The Sword of the King's Choice is not part of some conspiracy; anyone with enough strength can pull it out.

They simply chose a giant stone, weighing several hundred tons and incredibly sturdy, and reinforced it with magic, melding the Beloved Holy Sword into the stone.

Therefore, the strength needed to pull out this sword is approximately a hundred tons of explosive force in an instant.

So anyone possessing this level of strength can become king.

And clearly, even among the 32 strong figures of Greece, probably less than half could challenge it.

This means that at least a legendary level of power is required to attempt drawing the sword.

However, Fafnir does not possess such power and strength. Malnourished since childhood, even at sixteen, she doesn't look as developed as her fifteen-year-old sister, possessing the physique of a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old girl.

Even though the Cursed Blood momentarily absorbed all her suffering, her body might remain forever at sixteen.

Though children might not have much strength, the force of the Hero within her is indeed robust.

The hero genes, rigorously exerted since childhood to combat the Evil God's pollution, generated unimaginable power. If not for the kingdom's scheming parasites almost bleeding her dry, that hero's strength might have maintained a balance with the Evil God's influence.

Therefore, after being rid of the Evil God, when the Hero's wild strength was appeased, the force, suppressed within her for sixteen years, finally showcased its terror.

One could say she is a born quasi-Mythic Level (Tier Four), comparable to the strongest Second Generation of Gods in Ancient Greece, with an inherently formidable physique.

If the previous Hero Squad had earnestly nurtured her, she, possessing potential far surpassing everyone in this world, with just one Treasure, could have surpassed her father's power and stature.

Yet such a person became a caged bird of the kingdom, imprisoned in a castle, becoming a mere blood source for conspirators.

Just like a born Saint, nailed to the cross by her own people, it was laughable.

And now, the caged bird spreads its wings and flies high, the Saint completes her martyrdom.

Just as had been speculated, the Beloved Holy Sword will shine in Fafnir's hands, surpassing Uncle Brave's brilliance.

This is the weapon most suited to her and her symbol as a king.

"Rise, O Knight King!"

"Rise, O Knight King!" A white fox appeared out of nowhere, speaking the language of the kingdom and then disappearing.

Subsequently, someone astonishingly found a piece of paper inside a live fish's stomach, covered in the words "Knight King".

A noble also discovered that his family's ancestral shield was inscribed with the words, "A Knight King shall lead the kingdom to prosperity."

One fantastic event after another, coupled with the story of the Sword of the King's Choice, etched this memory into everyone's minds.

Just then, a towering figure draped in a golden lion's pelt pushed through the crowd, gazing at the young lady atop the stone.

"Let the new king lead us to drive out the Demon King!"

The man's voice was loud and powerful, echoing through the clouds, reaching the world's end, and the Celestial Thunder above the clouds.

More people began to join in the uproar. They were citizens of the Royal Capital, most descended from nobility, yet in just one day, they could no longer comprehend this world.

Although the Demon King's army hadn't killed them, they watched as familiar neighbors and friends became part of the pile of corpses.

This fear drove them to flee and pushed them to madness.

And now, a new king capable of defeating the Demon King was born!

But Fafnir was not eager to answer; she merely looked at the young mage who called himself "Wise Man Yushua" and asked, "Teacher, what do you think?"

"Harbor the remnant soldiers and prepare for the forthcoming war," the young mage only responded this way.

Fafnir smiled, her lips curling up in a happier smile than anyone else's.

Teacher, you showed your hand! You directly responded just now!

This instinctive reaction cannot be faked, nor can the unchanged gaze when looking at refugees or nobles. This deeply embedded demeanor and habit can't be false.

Teacher, you didn't become the Demon King; instead, you freed yourself from the Evil God's influence. Now you're disguising yourself as another person to elevate me to the throne!

However, she felt her eyes moistening, barely holding back the tears.

Thank goodness... Teacher...

She smiled at the young mage, a smile that infected everyone around her.

...

Thus, the reborn princess, daughter of the former Hero, whose every title was enough to shock the continent, Fafnir began to gather the refugees and nobles around the Royal Capital.

Her martial prowess was astonishing, even the cadre of the Demon King's army couldn't defeat her.

Countless highly skilled knights were willing to follow her, each brave and strong enough to break in horses, each with their unique skills.

They called themselves the 12 Knights.

Only she could defeat the Demon King; time was short, so she trained relentlessly every second.

The man named Hercules, always clad in the lion's skin, taught her archery, swordsmanship, and the sly art of poison application.

The uncle who called himself Hector taught her evasive maneuvers, how to handle dangerous environments, and wilderness survival skills.

The boy named Achilles, who appeared around her age, taught her how to enhance her speed, imparting techniques for both reaction and movement speed.

Another called Ajax taught her how to defend, while Odysseus taught her how to set traps and wield intrigue.

...

Time was tight, so she learned without pause.

These twelve knights imparted all their martial arts and expertise to her.

The young lady did not disappoint, as if a true prodigy, she swiftly mastered both the language of the Otherworld and the martial arts taught by the knights.

Although she might not fully comprehend, she could grasp the basics in a very short time, needing only time for practice and experience.

And lastly, this Wise Man taught her how to chant spells.

Light Magic was the magic most suitable for her in practice.

The young mage seemed exceedingly knowledgeable, appearing to know all variations and derivatives of magic, even informing her of many developmental directions for Light Magic.

Such as Cutting Light Wheel, Light Beheading Blade, Cross Beheading Blade, Splitting Beheading Blade, Bursting Beheading Blade, and so forth...

By then, she was utterly convinced that before her was indeed her teacher, the one who led her away from the castle.

Some of these spells she had seen before, not in the past, but when Da Gu brother used them against those ghosts.

Light Magic, she had begun mastering it too.

As the name of the "Knight King" spread, refugees from around the Royal Capital flocked to their stronghold, a large village outside the capital.

Within a day, thousands gathered there, along with many nobles escaping with their belongings and food supplies.

These nobles were tearfully moved upon seeing Fafnir, especially when they saw, in her hands, the "Heroic Holy Sword" they were so familiar with, wishing they could bow respectfully and kiss the toes of this new king.

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