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(Blade of Dawn)

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Aberrants

emerged during the era of Gandor.

They're unusually active during demon outbreaks.

And what is this?

What's going on?

Why are you in such hurry?

No more sleeping. We should head into the city.

Heidi, how many sons does Old Francis had?

There were two in total.

The current King Francis II is the second son.

The eldest son died of illness many years ago.

Illness?

Drink! Cheers!

I swear in the name of Cecil

that everything I've said was the truth.

Then that would be big news! Are you sure?

Have you heard that

demons have cropped out around Cecil? And...

That pathfinder, Galway, whose might shakes

all corners of the world has resurrected!

Is that real?

Of course! I saw him with my own eyes.

His waist is thicker than a wine barrel.

His fist is bigger than this pint mug.

Really? This is incredible news.

Your Majesty, Duke of Wilder,

Duke of Loren, and Duke of Franklin seek an audience.

The three of them seek an audience at the same time.

Is this about the rumor about the resurrection of the pathfinder?

Yes, Your Majesty.

Arrange for it.

There's one more thing, Your Majesty.

Viscount Andrew Leslie has sent

an urgent confidential letter to be delivered directly to you.

A mere viscount?

A confidential letter?

I had Andrew report everything

that had happened to Citadel of Cecil to the king.

The king should know that we are coming.

But a report coming from a mere viscount is...

Don't worry.

Byron and Philip

have already spread news of my resurrection all over the place.

The king will definitely take this seriously.

But that isn't enough.

Once we reach the royal capital,

we still need to act according to the plan

and start another fire.

Thanks for the coins, big boss!

Just leave everything to me.

Higher. Yes, right there.

Speaking of which, tomorrow is the Coronation Day.

Coronation Day?

That means it's a perfect time to meet the king.

Looks like everything is going according to the plan.

Heidi, Rebecca, get on with the plan.

- Alright. - Alright.

So that's him.

Why don't you draw your sword?

I do not have a habit of swinging my sword at the people.

Such arrogance!

Young man, does this look familiar?

This is the Blade of the Pathfinder.

This Blade of the Pathfinder

looks like it has been rekindled again.

Greetings to the Grand Duke of the South.

This blade is really handy.

Please forgive me, my lord.

It was my own decision to test you.

I didn't wish to act brashly, however...

However, as a prince, you cannot simply believe

rumors about the resurrection of the pathfinder?

The truth is, I only believe half of it even now.

Edmund Moen.

Galway Cecil.

So, where should we go now?

Your former residence.

Former residence?

Right now, this is my personal museum.

Please take a rest here

until the king summons you for an audience.

It wasn't a waste of effort coming here after all.

Allow me to open the door for you.

Look out!

It's a fireball trap. There's an assassin.

Guards, protect the prince.

Wait, my lord. It's dangerous.

Here aside, you should prioritize

the safety of the entire Silver Fortress.

Of course.

Alert the entire city to search for the assassin!

At once!

The mithril box is really hidden here.

No matter what is it,

everyone in the Silver Fortress knows that you're back.

What happened here?

You came at the right time.

Help me deliver a letter to the palace tonight.

Your Venerable Majesty,

I'm Viscount Rebecca Cecil. I'm fortunate to...

His Majesty summons.

His Majesty only summoned you alone.

My lord.

It's fine.

Lord Galway has arrived.

State your name.

Galway Cecil.

How dare a Cecil calls himself Galway!

Spirit of the departed hero, please forgive this rude person.

If you have indeed resurrected, will you please prove yourself?

After all, the House of Cecil has accomplished nothing

in the last hundreds of years.

Forgive me but I find it easier to believe that

a certain youngling is trying to gain favor

by borrowing the illustrious fame of the dead.

The House of Wilder only wish for Ans' eternal splendor.

The Citadel of Cecil in the south

is a sacred domain to the Kingdom of Ans.

Now it has turned into this ruins.

Did Grand Duke Cecil crawl out of his tomb

to take responsibility for his incompetent descendants?

You must be a Loren, correct?

When Old Loren polished my riding boots 700 years ago,

I seemed to have awarded him half a knighthood.

Duke of Riding Boots, you put your shoes on the wrong foot.

As for poor Old Franklin,

his foul mouth cost him a leg.

We taught him what manners is.

At least this lesson got passed onto the next generation.

Old Wilder was born with facial palsy.

I told him to marry a lively southern maiden

to cancel out that facial condition somewhat

but he refused to listen

and now his disaster have caught up to his descendants.

Let me answer your first question.

Am I really Galway Cecil?

Mithril Vault!

Looks like everyone is a vault member.

Vault Emissary, state the reason for your coming.

I am summoned here by Lord Galway.

It's nothing special.

I only want you to evaluate a sword

and reconfirm the status of my membership.

At your service.

The Blade of the Pathfinder was forged using Gandor magic.

Its initial quality is categorized as legendary,

impervious to both damage and heat.

This feature only belongs to a pathfinder.

The magic power within has greatly dissipated.

The user did not put effort into its preservation.

Its quality is now lowered to excellent.

I recommend contacting the vault staff to collect this.

Alright, alright. That's enough.

As you command.

The owner, Galway Cecil,

possesses privilege as a permanent member.

Confirmation verified. I look forward to our next meeting.

I believe that clears up the suspicion about my identity.

Onto the next question, the reason for my journey.

I would like to invite Your Majesty to revisit a memory together.

How is that possible?!

You may all leave.

I would like to talk to Galway in private.

Galway Cecil.

Your Majesty.

Don't you feel you've overstepped your boundary?

You spread the tragedy at Citadel of Cecil all over the kingdom

and let everyone know of your resurrection.

To draw attention, you even set your former residence on fire.

That was an accident.

It is a scenic residence in the capital after all.

I had only wanted to make a scene,

but my foolish and unfilial descendants blew it up.

Preposterous.

But I cannot deny that it worked very well.

The entire kingdom thought you nearly got assassinated

and I had to send guards to protect you.

As a mere memory of the kingdom, you really have a high-profile.

I am incomparable to you, Your Majesty.

I would not murder my own brother

and used it to ascend the throne.

You quietly became the banner under which the citizens gather.

You really have a low-profile.

He died of illness.

I believe you've received my secret letter last night.

You shouldn't have written that letter.

You must understand that your family is now being surrounded.

You should also understand that the content of that letter

would be of great interest to your son

and the dukes who sat here just now.

Slandering the king is a capital offense.

Slander?

This sword is stained with the blood of your brother.

It's probably not that hard to have it evaluated.

Ten years ago, your brother tried to usurp the throne

and you stopped him.

This Sword of the Successor became stained with his blood.

Why is this sword in your hands?

Your successor hid this Sword of the Successor

inside his museum

which happened to be my former residence.

Who would've thought I would return?

To avoid your brother

from being charged with treason and patricide,

you announced that he died of illness.

Soon after, you bestowed his Sword of the Successor

as a token to the crown prince, Edmund.

Without this sword, this matter would have disappeared forever.

What do you want?

Official acknowledgment of my identity

and my permanent rights to new domains.

In exchange, I will forget all about

your past and this sword.

His Majesty King Francis II

of the Kingdom of Ans hereby decrees

Galway Cecil shall retain his rank of a grand duke

and his rights to new domains with immediate effect.

My lord, are you alright?

I'm fine.

My lord.

My lord, what's next?

Let's go.

To the Dark Mountains.