Chapter 159 Chapter 159: Breath of the Kings
Chapter 159: Breath of the Kings
"Mind letting me try the sword?"
Kevin's gaze was placid, as if he were asking for a counterfeit made by a fly workshop, not Victoria's national sword.
"Try?"
Weedy instinctively furrowed her brow first; after all these days, she still had that much vigilance.
Her relationship with Kevin couldn't be considered very familiar.
"Sorry, in that regard, perhaps..."
She was just about to refuse. After all, would you trust someone you've only known for a few days and hand over your most valuable possession to them?
That kind of interaction was simply too idealistic and naive.
"I can vouch for him."
A somewhat androgynous female voice sounded. Weedy turned her head—it was the Doctor!
"...Since the Doctor says so too, then let's give it a try."
The little lioness wasn't exactly one to love the crow for the rook's sake, but she did hold extraordinary trust in the Doctor.
She took the cloth-wrapped bundle from her back and handed it to Kevin. In her heart, she didn't really hold much hope. After all, throughout history, she had never heard of any account of anyone other than a member of the Aslan royal family being able to activate the Breath of the Kings.
He didn't even have Aslan blood.
Kevin examined the Breath of the Kings in his hand. The cloth fell away, revealing the elegant and ornate scabbard.
It felt slightly heavy in his hand, with a cold touch.
Clang!
The national sword left its sheath, revealing the silver-white blade carved with patterns. The edge reflected a cold gleam. Even disregarding its symbolic significance, the Breath of the Kings could fully be called a divine weapon.
Weedy watched Kevin's movements. Without even realizing it herself, an emotion called "anticipation" quietly settled in her heart.
The Doctor was the same. But under their gazes, Kevin just stood there holding the sword, motionless.
Neither of them understood Kevin's intention. Just looking—what could possibly come of just looking?
A sound undetectable by the two of them rang in Kevin's ear. The intricate internal workings of the Breath of the Kings transformed into comprehensible language in his eyes.
"Entering authentication process... Detection commencing."
"Ceremonial residue verification commencing... Verification failed. No ceremonial residue detected on bearer..."
The royal family was merely a lie fabricated by rulers to consolidate their own status. And the activation verification method of the Breath of the Kings undoubtedly proved this point.
Ceremony? A certain part of the royal coronation ceremony would leave a certain "qualification certification" within the coronated individual. Hence, there was the "lie" that only a true Aslan king could activate the Breath of the Kings!
Kevin didn't have time to replicate Victoria's coronation ceremony. He had a simpler method.
A faint emerald-green light seeped from his fingertip, infiltrating the interior of the Breath of the Kings.
"Ceremonial residue verification commencing... Verification &**%＃@￥, verification successful."
"Will stability state check in progress... Verification *@￥！%%, verification successful."
"Self-check..."
The data stream representing the Authority of Corruption appeared dangerous and chaotic. But it was precisely this kind of force that broke through like a hot knife through butter within the Breath of the Kings, easily piercing those security check barriers that were like paper paste.
Fortunately, Kevin wasn't here with the intent to deliberately destroy it. Otherwise, with just a slight thought from him, he could immediately take the Breath of the Kings from Victoria and turn it into a personal exclusive weapon.
"Authentication complete. Activation permitted..."
Two minutes had already passed. Kevin still stood motionless in place. The light of anticipation in Weedy's eyes gradually dimmed. Sensing her own emotions, she couldn't help but let out a self-mocking smile.
Don't misunderstand—she didn't have any intention of blaming Kevin. He was kindly trying to help her, and she wasn't someone who couldn't tell good from bad.
"Kev..."
Just as she was about to call it off, the Breath of the Kings in Kevin's hand trembled.
Then, under Weedy's incredulous gaze, specks of golden light began to spread from the hilt of the Breath of the Kings, eventually enveloping the entire blade.
The flowing light finally seeped into those carved patterns, settled down, and solidified into gilding.
Looking again, the Breath of the Kings had completely changed its appearance.
Noble, majestic. The lion pattern on the hilt seemed to let out a silent roar, declaring to the world its return after shaking off the dust!
"The Breath of the Kings has been acti... activated?!"
Weedy felt her understanding had completely collapsed. Whether it was elders from the past or recorded texts, everyone had told her that only a true king of Victoria could gain the recognition of the Breath of the Kings.
Then now, if Kevin is Victoria's king, what is she?
"Not a weapon, but a 'key'."
Light rippled across the Breath of the Kings at a high frequency, as if with sentience, trying its best to please Kevin. But he himself clearly didn't care about this.
Doesn't feel as powerful as Judgement of Shamash...
Simultaneously with the liberation of the Breath of the Kings, far away in Londinium...
Rustle rustle rustle—
Fine gravel fell on Theresis's cloak. He was swaying... no, it was all of Londinium swaying!
The intensity of this earthquake wasn't high; even its duration was very short. It was just that its range was quite wide, unlike something that could be caused by just one epicenter.
"Has the cause been investigated clearly?"
Theresis stood there from beginning to end like a silent sculpture.
"Reporting, Your Highness. The Casters couldn't find a cause. The speculation they gave is that it occurred naturally..."
Hearing this conclusion, Theresis turned his head, his deep gaze falling on the messenger.
As if sensing this death stare, the messenger lowered his head even further, mentally cursing those detecting Casters up and down.
"...Go."
Theresis was tired. A natural earthquake occurring on a Nomadic City landmass? Why don't you just say the city's core drive engine exploded?
At least that would be more convincing than this ridiculous reason of a natural earthquake.
The messenger felt as if granted amnesty and quickly left this place of trouble.
"Manfred, what are Rhodes Island's movements?"
The dukes of Victoria had taken up too much of his attention. Originally, Theresis didn't pay much mind to a group formed by failures.
They were no longer that Babel which once rivaled the Military Commission.
But helplessly, while enemy forces were withdrawing overall, Rhodes Island went against the grain and were practically riding up to their faces. Theresis couldn't help but notice.
"The basic flight route was determined long ago. Calculating the time, their airship should be arriving soon... Your Highness, this is very abnormal."
"I know, Manfred. I have an ominous premonition in my heart."
"Your Highness?"
He looked up in surprise, only to see an unprecedented seriousness and gravity on his lord's face!
That was definitely not an illusion, nor was it some so-called pessimistic thinking at play.
Theresis felt heavy-hearted, as if a large stone were pressing down on him.
Vaguely, he seemed to sense some great terror approaching him. Even Fragmentum Tower beneath his feet couldn't give him enough sense of security.
"In any case, be prepared."
With that said, he let out a long sigh.
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