The Golden Coffin was carried away.
For some reason,
Calyrex felt no attachment to the "bedroom" where he had slept for thousands upon thousands of years. He did not even spare it a glance.
"My loyal subject, go and find my beloved steeds!"
He made the demand as though it were only natural.
With the power born of faith gone, only his familiar steeds could make him feel truly safe. He had to find them as soon as possible!
But Baimu said, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty. We can't leave this city just yet."
"Can't leave?"
Calyrex looked over, seemingly displeased.
Baimu nodded. "The thieves who disturbed Your Majesty's slumber will face judgment, and your presence will determine their fate. Incidentally, they're descendants of the former Galar Royal Family."
"Descendants of the royal family!"
Calyrex's jewel-like pupils shrank to pinpoints.
Even after ten thousand years, conflicts between humans were still this terrifying!
They could put descendants of royalty on trial just like that!
He had clearly misunderstood something and conveniently ignored part of what Baimu had said.
"I..."
"There's no need to worry, Your Majesty. We'll be delayed three to five days at most. Times have changed, and so has everything in them. You can take the chance to admire this land, familiar yet different."
Baimu spoke to reassure him.
In the game, the villagers of Freezington had forgotten Calyrex completely. He had chosen to stop relying on human faith and sought only Spectrier or Glastrier to restore his power.
The Calyrex before Baimu was probably much the same.
They definitely had to find a steed.
Calyrex with [As One] was Calyrex at his full potential, and he could regain some strength without needing vast amounts of faith.
But there was no need to rush.
Calyrex looked at the young human