Holy Believers!

The enormous Violet-Gold Crown hung above them like a sovereign on his throne, noble and imposing. It was the Black Moon Royal Family's greatest treasure and had protected the Royal Family for many years. Any king who wore it was safe from harm.

Everyone held their breath. Even the Eighth Prince looked up, watching the white greatsword collide with the Violet-Gold Crown.

Boom!

The greatsword struck the Violet-Gold Crown. The terrifying force seemed to shake the earth, and even the sunlight dimmed.

The shockwave spread in every direction, stirring a storm in the sky that swept into the distance.

The sky soon fell still. When the dust cleared, everyone was astonished to see that the Violet-Gold Crown had not changed at all. It still shone violet-gold, radiating boundless majesty.

"Violet-Gold Crown, you haven't let me down. No one has broken your protection yet!"

A dangerous smile touched the Eighth Prince's lips. As a treasure of the Royal Family, the Violet-Gold Crown was naturally familiar to him. It was said that no one could break through it. Archmages, at least, certainly could not.

Once, during a crisis for the Royal Family, three Archmages had attacked. But the Violet-Gold Crown had kept the king unharmed, and the three had eventually been driven back. Never before, though, had the danger been this great: thirteen beings comparable to Archmages had attacked together.

Fortunately, the Violet-Gold Crown had held!

While the Black Moon Kingdom erupted in cheers, the Holy Light Empire fell silent. Its red-robed archbishops, who usually seemed above everyone and capable of anything, had joined forces with its cold, merciless chief inquisitors. Together, the thirteen could destroy almost anything.

Yet they could do nothing against the Violet-Gold Crown. If one strike could not break it, several more would fare no better.

"The Violet-Gold