Rami returned to the palace, only then able to catch his breath.
He thought.
Being able to lead the army to fight a war well, and also knowing how to handle various trivial matters in the country.
Then he could beco a qualified King.
But he was wrong.
The fate of a country pressing on him was far heavier than he had imagined.
What he had to consider was far more than war and internal affairs.
The responsibilities and burdens on his shoulders made it difficult for him to even breathe.
Rami, upset and confused, wanted to go out for a walk.
He walked on the streets of Eindoak Town, looking at the sorrow and worry on the faces of the common people; Rami couldn't help lowering his head in sha.
"Your Majesty~"
At this ti, a middle-aged woman's voice ca from behind Rami's side; she caught up and followed Rami, showing a forced smile on her face,
"I am Pete's mother; Pete has been under your care these years."
Hearing that na, Rami's head, which was about to rise, sank again.
He turned his face slightly, daring not look at the woman.
Pete.
That was a teenager who had been following him as early as five years ago, about the sa age as him, the only son in the family.
There were only two people in their family, Pete and his mother.
To make his mother not work so hard, Pete resolutely chose to join the army, following him.
And Rami also trusted him very much.
Entrusting the defense of the line to young Pete.
But just yesterday...
The defense line had been destroyed, countless soldiers sacrificed. Rami didn't even have the courage to check if there was Pete's figure among those countless corpses at that ti.
Because Rami really didn't dare.
He was afraid to see Pete already lying in a corner of the battlefield.
"I received a letter from Pete, saying you appreciated him very much, and also said he would dedicate everything to you."
"Sigh, this child ran to join the army alone; don't know how worried a mother is, really a headache, hehe."
"Um, although it might be a bit bad to say this, please take care of Pete more, Your Majesty; that child is a bit reckless usually..."
What the woman said later, Rami couldn't listen to at all.
His eyes were dull, staring numbly at the ground, lowering his head and walking forward blankly, even forgetting why he ca out.
Rami didn't know when he ran to the rooftop of the Sword of the Vale.
Only at this ti did he dare to lift his sore neck to look at the sky in the distance.
"My subjects are waiting for their children to co ho."
"But the King they trusted let the soldiers be buried on the battlefield."
"Teacher, you always tell to hold my head high and face everything, but I really don't know how to face them..."
Rami pursed his lips; helpless tears flowed from his bloodshot eyes.
He knew as a King, he shouldn't be moved by such things.
But if he can really control his emotions.
Is he still human?
People who are too sentintal are not suitable to be a King.
Rami realized this, but he had no way back.
His eyes were full of confusion and fear.
Not fear of Kazan.
But fear of the subjects looking at him with worried and anxious but still trusting and gentle eyes.
Fear of the soldiers' pale and painful but still brave and resolute faces on the battlefield.
Rami wanted to ask Teacher what he should do.
Just like in front of the maze in the past, when he dared not make a choice, Teacher would gently hold his hand, leading him to a correct path.
"Teacher... why am I always like this..."
"In the end, I am still that weak and timid Rami from childhood..."
Rami wiped the tears from his face, lifting his tired eyelids.
Even if this road is painful.
He will keep walking.
Even if only himself alone, he will still keep walking.
Until successfully shaping that ideal world.
Or.
Until death.
This is his resolve recognized by Zekrom.
A certain town in the south of the western continent.
Kazan sat on the sofa eating expressionlessly, listening to the intelligence from his subordinate.
"Blessed Isles plans to attack Eindoak?"
Kazan raised his eyelids.
"Yes."
The intelligence officer nodded cautiously, then continued,
"The Kingdom of the Blessed Isles is preparing to reap the benefits while our Kingdom of the Vale is in civil strife; they have gathered a large number of troops in the north of the central continent, seeming to prepare to attack Eindoak after our war."
"...Hmph."
Kazan grinned, raising his hand to beckon,
"Let all troops stand by in place for these few days; I and Reshiram will take a trip to the Kingdom of the Blessed Isles."
"Yes!"
That night.
Flas flashing with golden light ignited the capital of the Blessed Isles; raging fire burned on the plains near the capital.
The Kingdom of the Blessed Isles spent a lot of manpower to extinguish the fire, but the losses were extrely heavy; just the dead and injured people and Pokémon were counted in tens of thousands.
The King of the Blessed Isles saw the mighty power of the Divine Dragon, no longer daring to have any thoughts.
And worried that Kazan might destroy his Kingdom of the Blessed Isles on a whim.
So hurriedly recalled the troops gathered in the north to guard the capital, living a life of fear.
Wait until Kazan returned.
The war between North and South Dynasties resud.
But he wasn't anxious at all, hitting left today, hitting right tomorrow, dealing with that brother of his slowly.
Subordinates didn't know Kazan's purpose for doing so.
Only he knew.
At most.
There is also a Teacher who is unknown where now who knows.
Chargestone Cave.
Will seed to sense sothing, turning to look up.
"Roar?"
Druddigon looked at him doubtfully.
"Movent above, very close; go check."
"Roar."
Druddigon's eyes lit up, nodding.
Interesting things finally happened.
They temporarily left this Dragon Vein cave, turning towards the outside.
Chargestone Cave is huge in scale, and the roads are crisscrossed; at least hundreds of roads are tangled together.
The reason for this is simple.
These roads were eaten out by Boldore and Galvantula.
The Galvantula clan wants to eat the electricity on charged stones, while Boldore eats charged stones that have lost electricity.
Two races have lived peacefully in this Chargestone Cave since ancient tis because of this characteristic.
Eating for so many years.
Naturally ate out many roads.
Chargestone Cave a thousand years later will only be more exaggerated.
Even Will.
Found this place relying on the Scepter of the Vale and Earth Core back then.
Now even letting him out, he probably has to spend so ti finding the way.
At this mont.
Will followed the perception of Aura, heading towards the target location, also walking into so dead ends on the way.
About half an hour later.
Will ca to a dark and gloomy tunnel.
This tunnel is still within the range of Chargestone Cave.
But there were only a few charged stones in the passage, obviously left intentionally for lighting.
Clang.
Clang.
Sounds of iron knocking ca from the end of the road.
Hearing this sound, Will probably understood what was going on.
Should be people from the Kingdom of the Vale mining charged stones.
But what puzzled Will was...
Is it necessary to co to such a deep place to mine?
Easy to go down, hard to go up.
Ordinary people entering, not strange to be trapped to death inside.
Moreover.
Why not use the power of Pokémon to collect charged stones?
Isn't that more efficient and labor-saving?
Will didn't know which of the two princes occupied this Chargestone Cave right now.
With a curious attitude.
He and Druddigon headed towards the end of the road.
Didn't walk a few steps.
Suddenly heard soone shout in shock in the darkness ahead.
"Stop!"
That person carrying Pokémon beside him ca towards here hurriedly.
Running nearby.
By the light of charged stones, both sides saw each other's appearance.
Opposite was a human Will didn't recognize, followed by a Boldore, obviously captured in this cave.
And the other party recognized Will at a glance.
"State Preceptor?!"
That person was startled, bowing down hurriedly.
Will frowned.
He didn't rember the Kingdom of the Vale having a rule of kneeling to salute.
Dresa didn't like these; he felt kneeling imdiately delayed him giving orders, so in the Kingdom of the Vale, ordinary people and ministers didn't need to kneel when seeing the King.
"Subordinate nad Lianjie, minister of the Southern Dynasty of the Kingdom of the Vale, obeying the Ruined King to supervise slaves' work."
The soldier nad Lianjie knew in his heart that the State Preceptor didn't know him, introducing himself hurriedly.
"Kazan? Slaves are people of the Kingdom of the Blessed Isles? He still has ti to attack people of the Kingdom of the Blessed Isles?"
Will frowned hearing Lianjie's words.
"This..."
Lianjie was stunned hearing Will's question, eyes drifting, daring not answer.
"...Move aside."
"...Yes."
Lianjie dared not neglect at all.
Ruined King said, State Preceptor is still the State Preceptor of their Kingdom of the Vale.
Whether the new Kingdom of the Vale or the old Kingdom of the Vale, he is the State Preceptor; no one is allowed to be disrespectful, must kneel when seeing.
Disrespect to State Preceptor is disrespect to royal family.
Disrespect to royal family ans death.
Will led Druddigon all the way inside, finally arriving at the end of the tunnel.
A group of haggard-faced people naked to the waist, wearing only shorts, holding iron picks and constantly knocking the charged stones in front.
There were various wounds on their bodies, mostly whipped or smashed by so move.
Will frowned looking at these people.
In his perception, the life aura of these people was weaker one by one, all like candles in the wind, likely to wither at any ti.
"Lord State Preceptor!!"
A slave heard the movent and took a peek.
Seeing Will when looking back, imdiately knelt in front of him.
Others heard the sound and looked over one after another.
Aggrieved Aura filled Will's heart, making him unable to help turning off the perception ability of Aura.
"You..."
Will scanned these people blankly.
Looking at a few slightly familiar faces among them.
He found he thought wrong.
These people are not from the Kingdom of the Blessed Isles, but subjects of the Kingdom of the Vale.
"Begging you... save us, otherwise, please kill us!!"
A person knelt in front of Will crying bitterly.
He grabbed Will's ankle with both hands, as if grabbing a life-saving straw.
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