Lords: From Civilization to the Stars

Joshua is not a coward.

He once participated in the Knights' Tournament, slaughtered countless orcs in the Green Tide, took their skulls as trophies, and founded his own Knights.

In his hometown, he is also a legend. From the unpopular second son of a rural knight to the respected Knight of the Knights, he boasts that he is already a successful person.

Even in the Green Tide, he once witnessed the spectacular scene of the kingdom knights roaring and charging at those abominable orc colossi and witchcraft creations. He even helped the Knights' Grand Lord cut off the spine of the orc servant when he was fighting against the orc leader.

Joshua once thought that he saw the greatest and most spectacular scene in the old world.

How could there be anything more magnificent than the great scene of the Knights' Order with colorful flags flying head-on and winning the victory after colliding with the Green Tide?

Until now, he has seen the eyes that are far beyond human cognition and imagination. Those eyes are no longer ordinary things, but witnesses of a ceremony.

Even if this person is dead, his eyes cannot decay, because those eyes have recorded a great moment. A will, an idea, a moment of tearing the sky and the earth with a ritual.

And the moment he looked at those eyes, Joshua felt as if he was in a nightmare.

He saw a figure instinctively manipulate the magic comparable to the continent, instantly tearing the world's magic wind, and then bombarding it into a torrent that can be manipulated.

The spreading gentle wind path is the source of the strange noises in the ocean and sky now, an unimaginable great wonder, a great building that manipulates magic tyrannically created with the initial killing and the most fundamental primitive will.

And the founder of the building, the terrifying man who tore the sky and the earth apart, was standing on the shore, smiling and opening his hands to them.

'Thank you for coming all the way here, everyone in the chivalrous expeditionary army. '

The voice cannot be transmitted so far, so it must not be the will of the voice that echoed in everyone's mind.

'I have any luxury you want here, including the honor you desire, the holy objects you hope for, and everything you want. '

'And all of this only requires a trivial promise, no, it should be an oath to each other. I swear that I will not hurt you, I swear on everything, I will not distort the oath and witness, and I will always tolerate you. '

'But on the contrary, I hope you can come down now, come to my side, and witness the world I have prepared for you. Just put down your weapons, just follow the steps of your heart, just witness everything I have built for you, and you will naturally understand why I do this and why I do this. '

The voice rose in the corner of everyone's mind, and even the knights were at a loss, looking at the existence on the coast in shock.

They had witnessed the war of wizards, and had seen great things, and some people had even witnessed unimaginable battlefields, but all this in front of them was beyond their imagination.

Is this a persuasion to surrender?

Why?

How did he know the goal of the chivalrous expedition? How did he determine his position?

The fleet has been silent for a long time, and the belief in the goddess has always protected their ships. The chivalrous expedition is the trial and slaughter of heretics, but why did that man do this?

What is even more terrifying is that all the chivalrous knights were horrified to find that they could actually feel the sincerity of that voice, and even greatly shook. All the knights looked at each other, and even felt that the oath in the dark did not seem to be any deception.

Although his words seemed to be a fantasy, they seemed to be true.

'You still have doubts, you are wondering why I do this? But in fact the answer is very simple. '

It is impossible to tell whether it is a man or a woman, but it rumbles in everyone's mind with infinite will and firm thoughts, as if to completely tear their will to resist.

'Because I love you. '

The thunderous voice conveys unimaginable tenderness.

'This is not a distorted love. I will not distort your mind and will not let you lose the concept of self. '

'In my arms, you will always enjoy peace and tranquility. When you encounter difficulties, pain, and suffering, you can think of me and call me. And I will definitely solve all these troubles for you. '

'All I ask of you is that you can obey my command. I need you to help each other and watch over each other in this troubled world. In addition, all you need is to love yourself. Because we should be one, without any difference-'

"--Don't be bewitched!"

Joshua shouted loudly, covering his head.

The ability from the chivalrous knight made his voice instantly transmitted to every corner of the ship.

"He is definitely a wizard, a powerful wizard! We have seen such an enemy a long time ago, haven't we! That fluent Cologne accent, he is a traitorous wizard! He stole our holy objects and lied to us! He-"

'--And, the most important point. '

Everyone's ears have different accents, but only the voice with unchanged majesty and faith sounded again in everyone's mind.

‘If I am really that kind of person who is extremely evil and rebellious, I should be the object of punishment for your goddess. But why is your goddess's holy grail shining in my hand now? Its light should have dissipated long ago, right? ’

“…”

Silence, unimaginable silence.

All the knights were surprised to find that the holy grail with a breath was in the hands of the strange man.

In their original conception, there must be some evil existence trying to defile the holy grail, twisting it into a hateful and sad appearance, so that everyone would ignite the righteous and sacred anger in their hearts.

But now in this gentle and suitable sea breeze, in the eyes of all the knights, the holy grail not only did not look defiled, but instead emitted a stronger light and breath, caring for their... enemies.

Those Norscans, those captured southerners.

They even seemed to never feel tired, always energetic, and looked at them with high morale.

Just like in ancient myths and legends, their ancestors faced the eternal enemy under the illumination of the holy grail.

And that loving voice also sounded just right.

‘We are not enemies, on the contrary, we are family, aren’t we?’