Byron, rember, the qualities of a good king are ruthless wisdom, even to the point of being heartlessly cold!
Because a king must always consider national interest, collective interest is limited, and you hold the power to distribute the cake, ultimately soone gains and soone loses.
The more people gain benefits, the more successful the nation, and so the king.
The most perfect king should be an unfeeling machine of competition, a decision-making machine, fighting for the interests of the entire nation on behalf of the people.
Ultimately, a king’s friends are only two: the Navy and the Army.
As long as the people and the army support, even if the entire world opposes, it’s useless.
The king can use any ans, plot or sche, be sinister and ruthless, as long as he can win in the end, then he is the Wise King!"
At this point, Henry VI smiled bitterly:
"Actually, I understand all the principles, but I’m just too soft, lacking a king’s stature, never having the chance to step into High Sequence in my life."
Yet he soon encouraged:
"You are different, you’re stronger than , even stronger than your father and cousin.
I believe you can make Lancaster and the Kingdom of Hightins... great again!"
Saying this, he stood up in front of Byron, taking off his crown, properly placing it on Byron’s head.
As he removed his hand, the crown, initially just a projection, solidified into reality, transmitted by the Law Network from the body of Henry VI aboard the [Blue Dragon King].
This crown was composed of images of roses, thistles, and clovers made of platinum, symbolizing the three most important islands of the Strait Islands.
Crafted by Henry IV, the founder of the Lancaster Dynasty, it’s nad [Lancaster’s Scepter], also known as the [Crown of Power].
"Uncle?!"
As the crown was placed on his head, Byron felt an indescribable force transfer from his uncle to himself.
The [Sailing Logbook] saw, it was the family’s centuries-long accumulation of reputation, willing power, hearts, known as: legitimacy.
It was precisely what Edward IV dread of, sothing he didn’t have, which he disguised with the "Tri-Phantom Sun" deceit.
In an instant, Byron’s share in the Kingdom of Hightins surged significantly.
The last layer of [Emperor’s New Clothes] reserved for his own use also illuminated.
Henry VI winked at him:
"This ti I will fight alongside you, our Majesty."
Then with a thumb-up to Byron and a curtsey from Margaret, Anne, and Edward, withdrew the projection.
"This..."
Byron was sowhat dazed.
Mother Heather could be revived at a great cost because [Triton of the Sea King] solidified her state the mont of her death.
Pushing back from the edge of life and death to living isn’t a fantasy.
But for other relatives, including father and uncle, only by ascending to Fifth Order [False God] can they break the barrier of life and death, harder than becoming a living legend.
Now, Uncle Henry VI evidently held nothing back, forever turning into the Forr King, completing the ultimate legacy transition.
Even if there’s a slim chance of achieving Fifth Order in the future, this throne can never be reclaid.
Prince Sorrenberg also stood to give his son a hearty hug:
"Byron, don’t carry all the pressure yourself, dad will never let you die before ... Ah!"
Before he finished, he was kicked in the shin by his wife, swallowing back the inauspicious words.
Could only carefully accompany with smiles, not daring to resist.
"It’s common sense not to speak rashly before a war, understand?"
Scolded the unreliable husband, pulling up their son’s hand herself.
Frankly, as a mother, Heather is the one most unwilling to see Byron take risks, above all.
Achievents are far less important than his life.
Now the situation in the rmaid Kingdom back ho is dire after being ravaged by the corrupted [Noah’s Ark] and family is still unknown.
If Byron is hard, she would lose the very aning of living.
But having seen the situation on the Eastern Continent herself, she’s not a naive fool.
Knowing that this mont holds a slim chance to rise against but only awaits doom as a turtle hiding in its shell.
Stepping forward, hugging her son tightly, kissing his cheek, she whispered:
"This year, we can celebrate your birthday at Ganquan Palace as a family, there are still plenty of little bear cookies to enjoy, right?"
Byron gave his mother a big smile:
"Definitely!"
...
After the family eting, they didn’t keep them waiting long.
At the end of March, signals to take action were sent to [The Sea Hunter] and [The Mad Hunt].
Byron stood on the dock in full military attire, before him organized rows of elite pirates dressed uniformly, countless white sails stretching to the horizon’s end on the water.
This ti he didn’t give any lengthy speeches, rely facing the pairs of burning eyes, spoke as if it was natural:
"Depart, today, I lead you to achieve the ultimate feat of pirates—The Stolen Country.
This ti, I will reclaim what is rightfully ours!"
With a grand wave of his hand.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh...
The pirate teams turned like tides to board their respective warships.
Just as the grand fleet was about to sink into the Blue Hole, beginning the Deep Sea Leap.
A mass of dark clouds swept over, through dim daylight, reflections of vast coral reefs could be seen between the clouds, alongside shadows of various strange schools of fish swimming within.
Carried by a hint of bluish-black ocean, gently swaying, casting shimring patches of water onto the ground.
It seed as though the Deep Sea was reflecting onto the land.
It was a symbol of deepening Intertidal Zone—Coral Clouds.
For the first ti, Coral Clouds appeared above Bantaan Archipelago, signifying the imminent arrival of not just the war deciding Byron and many others’ fate, but a silent turning point for the entire Material World.
If Byron missteps, not only would there be no chance to try again, he would likely lose the last opportunity to struggle for existence in the chaos.
"So, only victory is allowed, defeat is not!"
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