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At this moment, almost everyone wanted to know-
Who was he?
Who could he possibly be?
Everyone asked themselves: what kind of face lay beneath that knight's visor, stained with bright red blood?
Sun Fei raised his arm slightly.
That tiny movement tugged at everyone's hearts.
He gripped the sword hilt with his left hand, gritted his teeth, and pulled the knight's slender sword out of his shoulder...
Squelch!
A jet of blood spurted from the wound beneath his metal armor.
Someone could not help crying out.
This casual action shocked countless people around him once again.
Sun Fei drew a breath. The intense pain of pulling out the sword had made him a little dizzy. Only when he could breathe easily again did he slowly remove the helmet of the heavy knight's armor.
To the people watching, the scene was like a slow-motion replay.
It lasted an instant, yet seemed to stretch on.
Finally, the mystery was solved.
They saw the face beneath the helmet-long black hair lay wet against his forehead and cheeks. He had thick brows, large eyes, and a spirited, heroic face. His lips curved gracefully, bearing the faintest hint of a smile...
"He's..."
The soldiers on the wall seemed to have been struck by petrification magic. Every one of them forgot to breathe or speak.
Though the three-star warrior Lampard was usually steady and taciturn, even he lost his composure and gaped, at a loss for words. Brook, a squadron commander of the king's guard, and the others rubbed their eyes again and again, unable to believe what they were seeing.
It was... King Alexander!
How was that possible?!
To be honest, everyone had already wondered a thousand, ten thousand times who this heavily armored warrior who had descended from the sky could be. But even after imagining every person in Chambord City, including the frail little beggar who begged along the streets every day, they had never considered that beneath that bloodstained faceplate would be the most unlikely face of all!
Alexander, the idiot king known far and wide!
Alexander, who had been called the greatest disgrace in Chambord City's three years as a vassal state!
It was actually him?
How could it be him?
For a moment, the scene on the wall was utterly bizarre.
Dead silence.
The sight of Sun Fei gently removing his helmet with a smile shocked the people far, far more than his earlier series of godlike displays: killing the shadowy figure with one axe strike, throwing a sword to pin a black-clad man to death, and using a bloody stratagem to injure the three-star swordsman Langde!
After nearly three or four minutes of silence, someone finally came to his senses and shouted almost instinctively, "It's A... King Alexander... Long live the king!"
Those faint words instantly set the silent crowd roaring.
Only then did the others believe what they had seen. Their faces flushed red as they cried out in disbelief-
"War God above, it really is King Alexander!"
"It really is King Alexander!"
"His Majesty King Alexander saved us..."
"Long live the king!!"
"Long live the king! Long live the king!!"
"..."
The soldiers erupted.
They erupted uncontrollably!
Like a handful of salt tossed into a pan of warm oil, scorching energy splashed everywhere. Every soldier who had taken part in the battle felt his blood burning fiercely in his body like a flame, as if something were about to burst forth. The excitement and glory of fighting alongside their king finally became one sentence, one chant-
"Long live the king!"
The sound spread far into the distance, like the roar of a deity high in the distant heavens, stirring waves of commotion even in the black camp across the Zuli River below the city.
Sun Fei roared along with the soldiers.
But inwardly, the beast was secretly grinning from ear to ear.
Without a doubt, this was a textbook-worthy display of showing off, inside and out. He gave his earlier performance a perfect score of 100.
He had every reason to believe he had won the hearts of all the soldiers.
To build further on his success, Sun Fei decided to see his showing off through to the end. He gently waved his hand.
The soldiers fell quiet.
Sun Fei suddenly strode to the edge of the wall and raised the slender sword, still dripping with his blood, high above his head. Once again, he roared, "Long live... Chambord City!!"
The blood-dripping sword, the domineering hero, the enemy's severed limbs, the golden light of the setting sun, the godlike king...
All of it sent the soldiers into another uncontrollable frenzy. They raised their arms and roared along with Sun Fei-
"Long live Chambord City! Long live the king!"
"Long live!!"
Amid the shouting, Sun Fei spun around, pointed the tip of his sword straight at the enemy's distant black camp, and shouted at the top of his voice, "My soldiers, shout with me: fuck your bastard masters in the ass!"
The soldiers burst into laughter.
They suddenly realized they could not help liking a king like this. Laughing, they rushed to the parapet and shouted into the distance, "Fuck your bastard masters in the ass... Bastards, say hello to your pitiful masters! Hahaha..."
All the fear and sorrow of war seemed to fade considerably in that instant.
And the distance between Sun Fei, the impostor king, and the soldiers also narrowed considerably in an instant.
Just then-
"Alexander, why are you here?"
A pleasant female voice, full of surprise, concern, and anxiety, came from behind him.
Sun Fei turned around.
On the stone steps of the distant gatehouse, Angela, dressed in a long purple gown, was running up breathlessly, lifting her skirt with one hand and steadying herself against the wall with the other. Her delicate, pretty face was full of anxiety.
The little blond loli Jima chased after her, shouting loudly with an angry look on her face.
Sun Fei hurriedly threw away the slender sword that was still dripping blood, then turned his head and carefully wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Satisfied that he would not frighten the beautiful girl, he turned to meet her.
Sun Fei hurried over and caught Angela, who had nearly fallen in her haste. The smooth, soft sensation in his hands stirred his heart, and for an instant he felt the urge to sweep his pretty little fiancée into his arms.
"It's too dangerous here. Hurry back!"
Angela, who did not know what had happened, was breathing heavily, easily drawing Sun Fei's gaze. Fine beads of sweat covered the girl's delicate, jade-like nose. Her fair, pretty face was flushed, and her eyes brimmed with tears. The first thing she said upon seeing Sun Fei was to tell him to hurry back.
More than twenty minutes earlier, after Angela had taken Jima to have the handprint on her face treated, she returned to find, to her surprise, that a suit of armor in the king's hall had been cut in two at the waist, while Alexander had vanished without a trace. She had immediately become frantic.
The beautiful girl blamed herself again and again for leaving Alexander alone in the hall.
She and Jima searched nearly the entire palace, then looked in the places Alexander usually liked to visit, but found nothing. She grew so anxious that she burst into tears. Just as she was despairing, she suddenly heard thousands upon thousands of people on the distant wall shouting "Long live the king." Disregarding her own safety and the little loli Jima's strong objections, she ran all the way to the battlefield without stopping.
Fortunately, the fighting seemed to have ended a little while ago, and the first person she saw in the crowd was Alexander, standing there in a suit of metal armor.
"You're hurt?" Angela had noticed the blood on Sun Fei.
Sun Fei chuckled proudly and pointed showily at the black-armored soldiers' corpses on the ground. "It's all theirs... Uh, you'd better not look. Those guys died horribly." He hurriedly blocked Angela's view, unwilling to let the innocent girl see the bloody scene.
For no apparent reason, that simple gesture made Angela blush and her heart race.
Just then-
"Alexander, you're almost eighteen! Why can't you cause Sister Angela a little less trouble? Running around everywhere-don't you know how dangerous it is here? You made Sister Angela cry with worry..."
The little blond loli came running up breathlessly from behind. As soon as she saw Sun Fei, she started in on him without asking what had happened.
Since Alexander had always been mentally deficient, Jima and Angela had cared for him like a younger brother. So, in her anxiety, Jima paid no attention to his status as king and pointed a finger at his nose as she scolded him.
Sun Fei decided to tease the cute little loli.
He deliberately put on a foolish look and said aggrievedly, "I wasn't running around... Alexander came to kill enemies... If you don't believe me, look. Alexander is very capable. He killed lots of enemies..."
The little loli grew even angrier.
"You've got the nerve to say that? Getting shot down by an arrow last time was embarrassing enough, and now you've come to make trouble again... Kill enemies? It'd be good enough if you didn't get in the way. Hurry back. If you keep misbehaving, I'll have Sister Angela spank you!"
Spank him?
Sun Fei's expression instantly turned strange.
Could it be that Angela used to spank Alexander when he misbehaved?
Beast Sun quickly pictured a soul-stirring scene in his mind: the gentle, pretty Angela shyly smacking his backside with her soft, boneless little hand... Before he knew it, he could not help but start drooling.
"All right, hurry back, Alexander. It's too dangerous here."
Relieved, Angela took Sun Fei's hand and started toward the royal palace, thinking, I have to get him away from this bloody place before it traumatizes poor Alexander.
"Angela, no!"
This time, Sun Fei seriously refused the beautiful girl's kind offer.
He reached out and gathered Angela's black hair, disheveled from her frantic running, behind her fair, delicate ear. The gesture was entirely natural, without the slightest intention of taking advantage. Then he leaned close to the girl's ear and whispered, "Angela, do you remember? You told me I should be a brave king. Now I'm going to stay here with my soldiers until we drive the enemy back!"
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Daozi has almost run out of stockpiled chapters trying to release more, so I'll have to stay up late again.
I hope my wife doesn't lose her temper.