Now, in the capital, on the balcony of the royal palace, a man stood tall—his hair and beard a fiery red. Behind him stood his silent shadow.
The people gathered by the thousands below.
In a commanding voice, the man spoke:
"The tyrant is dead. Heroes live by their names."
"My name is Fox. I am the King of the Iron Kingdom. I grew up among you—I worked beside you, I ate with you."
"Now, I want to raise your voices, meet your needs, and bring justice to your lives. So I ask—"Will you stand with me to rise strong?"
Fox knew the people were not easy to convince. Years of oppression had sapped their trust. But among the crowd, he had planted loyal men—those the people knew and respected. They raised their fists and chanted:
We are with you!"
Like wildfire, the crowd joined. The voices of the Neval people thundered through the capital.
From that day forward, the continent was united, and peace finally prevailed.
A great statue was erected to honor the heroes of the Revolt—At their forefront stood the first:Damon.
At the village of "Elmar", Arthur arrived on his horse, carrying his brother's body.
He lifted Daimon into his arms and entered the old house.
"Mother," he called.
There was no answer.
He entered her room...She lay lifeless on the bed.
Tears of blood dried on her cheeks.
The cloth she had once woven for her sons fell to the floor.
Arthur carried them both—Daimon and his mother—
to Spirit Mountain,near the tree The Holy One.
There, he dug two graves with his own hands, buried them, and sat beside them... crying for hours, until his eyes dried up.
He didn't know where to go, or how to live without them.
The days passed in sorrow.
Then, one morning, he set off for the Cursed Mountain in search of the fortune teller's house.
But instead of the old man, he found a man—almost two meters tall.
"Who are you?" Arthur asked. "Where is the fortune teller?"
The man answered quietly, "I have many names... but in this village, they call me the fortune teller. Although I personally prefer—the Great wizard."
Arthur's voice trembled.
"You prophesied that Damon would be hanged with ropes... and that I would drown in my own blood.
And yet you did nothing."
The man looked at him with tired eyes.
"No one can stop a man from meeting his destiny." Just like my daughter Daria...When she was dying, I was here—burning inside This...is the world we live in."
He took a step closer and added,"But if you want a different world...Go to the Continent of Angels.They will accept you.Because your heart...is still pure."
Arthur left in silence.
And at daybreak,He chose to leave the Continent.
Because in the end...You cannot plant a seed
in a land where there is no light.