The nobles of the Royal Capital, most of them had witnessed the former Hero and his invincible Holy Sword sixteen years ago.

And now, the identity of the Princess is no secret among them. Her current appearance, holding the Heroic Holy Sword, directly made them envision the hero who once sealed the Evil God.

The hero has come, the heavens have opened their eyes, the hero has arrived, they are saved!

Therefore, as the new king, she has another very important lesson to learn.

Settling refugees, distributing food, truly becoming a real king requires not only force and wisdom but also humbling oneself to understand the people's conflicts and interests below.

If a king doesn't understand the people's hearts, they will be abandoned by everyone.

A king cannot be too kind, but must have both benevolence and the wrath of thunderbolts.

In just one day, a noble responsible for managing food was caught for his dishonest actions, and he knelt on the ground, crying bitterly.

"According to the rules, how should he be dealt with?" The young mage asked Fafnir.

"Kill..." Fafnir uttered the word.

"Then proceed." The young mage seemed to have not an ounce of mercy, turned his back, and left without a glance.

"No, Princess, I was wrong, I know I was wrong..." The noble pleaded frantically, his head hitting the ground with a thud, breaking the skin, his face covered in a mixture of tears and mud.

The crowd below jeered, most of them being ordinary people from the Royal Capital and nearby villages who had brought their families, knowing only that the food and water they received were more than half of what was stipulated.

"Off with his head!" A shout erupted from the crowd, followed by a tide of cheers.

Watching the hooded young mage leave, Fafnir unsheathed the Holy Sword.

"My teacher once said..." Fafnir exhaled deeply, recalling that day of torrential rain.

She had seen what her teacher looked like when he was truly angry.

Back then, an elf sister had turned into a man-eating monster, kneeling and begging for the teacher's forgiveness, pleading for a chance to become human again, expressing her love for the teacher and her remorse and guilt.

The teacher, standing in the rain, simply said...

"You're not sorry, you just know you're about to die..." Fafnir echoed the words she had heard back then.

The Holy Sword swung, a head fell, filled with unwillingness and regret.

He didn't understand why, for merely a slight greed, he faced such an outcome.

The air was thick with the scent of blood and dust, each heart in the square beat for this moment. Those who once bowed to the nobles now appeared so fervent at his death.

So, nobles could die like stray dogs.

It seemed something was sprouting in the crowd's hearts, not much, but it had begun to take shape, destined to grow into a towering tree.

...

Fafnir, with blood on her face, curiously searched for her teacher's whereabouts. She looked around and found that young mage's figure absent, curiously walking towards the village, seeing the two knights teaching her martial arts conversing in a language she didn't understand (Ancient Greek).

"The moment I heard the plan, I knew it was devised by Xediles, it's so his style." Hector casually chatted with Achilles, extending his palm.

At this moment, a void-like pattern was etched in his palm.

"Was it like this when you all discussed the plan back then?" Achilles saw the void pattern on his palm too, imagining what resolve his group of friends had when they plotted to kill Zeus.

Perhaps cramped in a small space, the harsh environment could not extinguish their resolve, inspiring each other in the darkest moments: "Our great enterprise will succeed!"

There were twelve symbols in total, each had one.

This time, I will be both a witness and a participant in this grand enterprise. Achilles thought.

"What a crazy plan, like when I first heard him wanting to offer his head..." Hector continued chatting with Achilles about the story in their hands.

"What's the plan called this time?" Achilles asked.

"Zero's Requiem." Hector smiled,

"A plan no less insane than killing Zeus! No Greek can refuse such a story, and our great enterprise will be praised by more descendants not only in this world but also thousands of years later..."

"I'm so hyped right now..."

At this time, Fafnir called out to them.

"Where did the Sage teacher go?" she asked these two, one large and one small.

"Ah, hold on a moment, let's chat later." Hector, still enthusiastic, turned and saw the little girl.

These heroes from Greece could understand the local language, perhaps the Great Sage's language module still had some special effects, and like them, these summoned beings by Xue Dili could inherit some features.

"Xue... Yushua, I saw him leave earlier, perhaps he went to the bathroom." Hector said casually.

However, at this moment, everyone was astonished to see, again in the sky outside the Royal Capital, a giant finger descending from the heavens, followed by a voice as if resonating in everyone's heart.

"The third day, bestowing famine!"

A bell-like voice echoed in everyone's ears, and at that moment, the refugees who had just escaped from the Royal Capital felt an indescribable fear.

This scene, like the whisper of a demon from Hell, left corpses strewn every time.

Many knelt on the ground, starting to pray toward the Royal Capital.

What was even more frightening was the faint appearance of a Great Light Wheel in the Royal Capital.

The divine-like presence of the Great Light Wheel created an irresistible sense of worship in everyone who gazed at it, seemingly able to directly affect your mind and control your soul.

"There is not much time left, for both you and me." Suddenly, the young mage appeared out of nowhere, startling Fafnir.

She looked at what was now a young boy—the figure of her teacher—and pouted in dissatisfaction.

Clearly, she searched for half the day and saw no trace, how did he inexplicably appear? Was he hiding underground?

"We have more than a day, and the day after tomorrow, we will launch the final battle against the Demon King." Xue Dili seemed completely unaware of Fafnir's displeasure, speaking directly.

This also made her serious, losing her little temper, she asked, "Teacher, how much time do we have left?"

"More than a day." The young mage gave a precise time.

"Come with me, I'll take you somewhere for practical training." The young mage mounted a warhorse, and Fafnir also mounted her trusty companion, "Grape."

Then, the two ventured deep into a forest far from the base, where they found a magically confined demonic wild boar.

The young mage removed the restraints, and the demonic wild boar went berserk instantly, with a weight like an out-of-control jeep, blood boiling and ferociously snarling.

"That's your enemy, Fafnir, don't run, charge at the boar!"

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