According to Shiayar's estimate, even if he were put through a meat grinder, he could still recover from a pile of mashed flesh.
I don't know if my self-healing ability is only effective in this Echo of History or if it's just as useful in reality, he mused. However, if that's the case...
Shiayar's gaze turned towards the many plans laid out on the wooden table, and the robe beside it which, through the efforts of Silver and Crimson, had already taken shape.
"Some things," he murmured, "can be done with a bit more boldness."
「Upon the boundless grasslands.」
The sun set in the west, a blood-red sunset dyeing the entire sky.
CLANG—
The longsword resonated.
Isadella watched the squarely cut, neatly arranged stone plinth before her. Embedded in the stone plinth was a splendid longsword.
The Sword in the Stone.
It was also the mark of a king.
"Whosoever pulls out the sword embedded in the stone," a voice seemed to echo from the past, "shall be the new king of this land."
