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Chapter 102: Heading to Godfall Land
The two Kings' enthusiasm made Kurtz's next words difficult.
"I don't have the sense of responsibility to become King. The First King of the Human Race will be Norn."
Kurtz brought Norn forward, giving him a chance to show his face before the assembled royalty. This simple introduction felt heavier than it should.
Though sudden, Norn stood straight, accepting the scrutiny of both Kings. Their gazes felt like physical weight on his shoulders.
If he couldn't withstand this pressure, how could he lead humanity to establish itself in this world?
At the same time, he felt grateful toward Kurtz. The timing couldn't have been more perfect. With victory fresh in everyone's minds, the Dwarf King and Elf King wouldn't refuse such a request for a human nation.
Could this also be within Lord Kurtz's expectations?
"Alright then! I'll still go when the time comes." The Dwarf King scratched his head, beard rustling, completely bewildered.
In his opinion, Kurtz was undoubtedly the strongest among these humans. He possessed extraordinary magical talent and the determination to save the world.
Why wouldn't he want to be King? The logic escaped him entirely.
Among Dwarves, strength determined leadership. The stronger a Dwarf, the more likely he'd become King. His own position had been seized from other clan warriors when he was young, won through blood and steel.
It was a pity he was old now, and his only heir had died in the war against the monsters. The thought brought a familiar ache to his chest. He was considering his successor, perhaps he'd hold a martial arts tournament, and the strongest Dwarf would inherit his crown.
However, that was a story for after the war ended.
"I understand. I will definitely congratulate Sir Norn when the time comes." The Elf King nodded, thoughtful.
Compared to the Dwarf King's confusion, he understood Kurtz's reasoning.
Sometimes, the hero who saves the world doesn't have to become King. Perhaps Sir Norn possessed the appropriate temperament, the patience and diplomatic skill that Kurtz clearly lacked interest in.
Compared to the straightforward Dwarves, the Elf King knew what talent was needed to be a good ruler.
"Thank you both of you," Norn responded immediately, grateful for their acceptance.
In his mind, establishing a human nation would be a story for twenty or thirty years later. Even with Kurtz's help and the recognition of both Kings, he wouldn't immediately establish a human nation.
"And before that, we have a more important mission to complete." Norn finished speaking and looked at Kurtz.
"Yes, indeed." The Elf King's gaze fell on Kurtz, golden eyes sharp with understanding. "Now that the Demonic army's main force has suffered heavy losses and will be unable to launch an effective attack for a short period, are you... going to that legendary place?"
During this time, he had learned more about the conflict between the Demonic and the Gods, and naturally knew that the deity the Demonic worshipped dwelt in Godfall Land.
What Kurtz and the others were going to do now was travel to Godfall Land to slay that very god.
This was an incredibly audacious feat. Yet for reasons he couldn't articulate, the Elf King found himself believing that this small team could accomplish it.
"That's right," Serie interjected calmly, her golden eyes looking west, precisely toward Godfall Land. "The true source has not yet been cut off. If the false god is not destroyed, the Demonic will rise again, so we must go there and end all of this."
And then fulfil her ultimate dream, to swing her sword at the high and mighty God and slay him with her own hands.
Serie didn't say this aloud.
Sensing Serie's thoughts, Kurtz looked west with her. "Yes, this is a choice we made long ago."
"But there's no need to rush, is there? It's not too late to leave after attending the celebration feast." The Dwarf King grumbled, clearly disappointed.
The great heroes who saved the Allied forces were leaving that very night, without even a chance for proper festivities.
It left the straightforward Dwarf feeling unsatisfied; there should be songs, drinking, and proper farewells.
At that moment, a familiar figure rushed over from behind.
Everyone, especially Norn and Eric, their eyes lit up with genuine delight, it was Kraft.
Though they'd seen him many times over the past month, they didn't expect to see him at such a farewell moment. His presence felt like a final gift.
"Seriously, you're leaving without telling me. Luckily, I've been keeping an eye on your movements."
Kraft hurried forward, his words sounding like a complaint, but his face full of unmistakable warmth.
The Elf King, understanding the situation, stepped aside. He knew Kraft well, a respected warrior among their people..
"We just didn't have time," Kurtz responded with a genuine smile.
Kraft nodded toward Serie, Norn, and the others in greeting, then approached Kurtz with unusual solemnity. Without warning, he bowed deeply, lowering his head in formal respect.
"Kraft?" Kurtz was genuinely surprised. Given their friendship, such formality felt out of place.
"I thank you, Kurtz." Kraft raised his head, his voice carrying absolute conviction. "Please allow me... to express my deepest gratitude on behalf of all our compatriots who perished in the fall of the Elf Forest!"
The words hung heavy in the air. Given the Elf King's status, it would have been impossible for him to perform such a gesture to anyone. Only Kraft could speak for those who no longer could.
Kraft remained bowed: "This kindness, I will never forget. As long as you have need, I, Kraft, will always answer your call."
The weight of his gratitude made the evening air itself feel solemn. Even Serie remained still, understanding the gravity of such an oath.
Kurtz was silent for a long moment, then extended his hand and gently placed it on Kraft's shoulder, a gesture both accepting and humble.
"Kraft, rise. Before eliminating the god of Demonic worship, everything is far from over, but I accept this gratitude."
Before, Kurtz might have considered bringing Kraft along on this final adventure. But now, there was no longer any need for that.
He hadn't yet decided what to do with such a significant promise, so he would set it aside for now.
Kraft raised his head, nodded with fierce determination, and stood. He bowed once more, this time in farewell: "Then, I wish you all victory in battle!"
Seeing Kraft finish, the Dwarf King stepped forward: "Go forth boldly! We look forward to the day of your heroic triumph."
The Elf King also spoke with quiet gravity: "We will do our best to hold back the remaining Demonic army and ensure they don't disturb your mission."
"Thank you."
Kurtz cupped his fists in response, the gesture felt slightly awkward, borrowed from another culture entirely, but his sincerity was unmistakable.
Serie nodded curtly: "Farewell."
Without excessive pleasantries, the small group turned west toward their destiny, leaving behind several pairs of eyes filled with gratitude, hope, and unspoken prayers for their safe return.
[End of Chapter]