"Clang! Clang!"
The sound of metal striking metal filtered through the gap in the window. Sunlight fell across the Grace-Given King's face, waking him.
Morgott had not enjoyed a good night's sleep in a long time, but last night, he had finally felt at ease.
If asked why, he would probably have said that he had finally received recognition.
Not for his great achievements, but for who he was.
Morgott smiled mockingly at himself and sat up in bed. He had thought himself strong enough, yet he was still as weak as when he had been thrown into the sewers.
A single remark from Tarnished could not possibly change the world's view of the "Omen," but Tarnished himself... was rather interesting.
Perhaps working with him really could save this world on the verge of shattering.
Morgott walked to the window and looked down.
Four Crucible Knights were sparring in pairs in the courtyard. Tree-Shaped Spears clashed with swords and shields, the ringing of metal never ceasing.
The Tree-Type Crucibles and Axe-Type Crucibles had always been at odds because of their different origins. Only Godfrey, the First Elden Lord, and Siluria, one of the Crucible leaders, could keep them in check. It was hardly surprising to see them fighting now. Judging by their movements, they were testing their skills, so Morgott had no intention of interfering.
Among warriors, settling disputes through honest strength was always better than plotting in dark rooms. Warriors ought to have such spirit.
Still...
Morgott glanced at the shadows the four cast on the ground-they had shrunk to almost perfect circles.
"Have I truly slept this late?"
While the Grace-Given King was still marveling at this, a soft knock sounded at the door. Then a young voice called from outside, "Your Majesty, are you awake? I've brought