It was not difficult to make all of humanity believe that someone was the messenger of the hero Dix.
Because all they needed was to show off a little bit of power that was not within the scope of this world.
But of course, Kael’s group could not do that right now.
All the kingdoms and the Voidveil Empire were still too stubborn, with absolutely no intention of joining hands.
And if at that moment, someone claiming to be the messenger of the hero Dix appeared, he might even be killed.
Kael’s group needed to plant a seed within those rulers first.
Those people needed to taste the feeling of powerlessness before the demons.
And then, once that seed was planted, it would be the time for the messenger of the hero Dix to take the stage.
Participating in this performance as a catalyst to promote the growth of that seed.
But the problem was...
"Who will be the messenger of the hero Dix?"
Kael narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at all the faces present in the room.
She immediately shook her head.
"That’s impossible. I’m an elf, completely unsuitable to be the messenger of the hero Dix, a human."
The first choice was eliminated.
"Then what about you, Adam Lancaster?"
The Angel of Hope didn’t respond, only glancing at his wings.
He was an angel, but he had black wings.
If Adam had white wings, then perhaps Kael would have been able to choose him.
Then, he glanced at the next person.
"What do you think, Master?"
Kaede did not reply, but asked Kael another question.
"Then I need to speak in front of the entire population to inspire them, right?"
"Then I refuse. That’s not my strong point."
He paused for a moment, but then, judging the words of the Shadow Viper guildmaster, he could only nod.
To be honest, she had a good point.
Then, Kael glanced at the next person.
The protagonist did not respond to him, not even sparing him a glance.
It seemed that Hans still had not accepted Kael.
However, no matter what, right now, Kael really had to become serious.
He had to choose the perfect actor to play this role.
That person needed to be a human.
Someone Kael could trust.
He had to exude a majestic aura, an aura that, just by looking at him, people would not doubt that he was the messenger of the hero Dix.
Furthermore, that person had to have the gift of the gab and an inspiring voice, able to make all of humanity forget their discord and join forces.
Who would be the right person?
Kael glanced at everyone present.
And then, his eyes stopped on the person standing in the corner of the room, as if trying to hide his existence as much as possible.
Not paying attention to that detail, Kael’s eyes immediately lit up.
He was the most suitable actor.
Usually, at times , The King would definitely agree.
Furthermore, Alaric had also promised Kaelus that he would take care of the rest if any problem suddenly arose.
But, silence was The King’s answer.
To be honest, he had tried to make himself look the least conspicuous so as not to be chosen.
But who would have thought of this outcome?
Alaric knew that he was the perfect person to play that role.
But The King didn’t want that.
Because he was afraid.
Yes, that was the truth.
Just like when Dix chose not to continue to become a hero, but instead became an emperor, focusing on building and developing this world.
Because he didn’t dare to confront the demons.
In that battle, Dix seemed to be the one who kept the coolest head, but in fact, he was the one who panicked and collapsed the most.
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His five comrades were also killed by them.
And Dix, as the symbol of peace, the one who held the fate of the world, the one trusted by everyone, could do nothing.
— Sir Dix, please save me!
— I... don’t want to die!
— Hero Dix, do something! You are a hero!"
It was like a nightmare.
And even to this day, it still haunted Alaric sometimes.
On that fateful night, Dix was supposed to be the one to finish off the demon king, not Kaelus.
For some reason, to Dix, demons had become terrifying, unbeatable existences.
Trying to hide the emotions in his eyes, Alaric unconsciously clenched his palms.
"I... am not the perfect person for this role. You should choose someone else, Kael."
Kael shook his head, smiling brightly.
"You are the right person, Alaric!"
"...Why? There are still many people out there who are more suitable than me."
The King gave a forced smile, which looked even uglier than crying.
"You fit all my criteria."
Without hesitation, Kael replied, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
Alaric deliberately avoided Kael’s gaze.
"Moreover, your Title is The King."
At this point, Alaric had nothing more to say.
In the Tower, a Title was not just a cool nickname, but also a way to summarize someone.
His Title was The Masochist, because he was a person who liked to be abused and mistreated.
Seraphina Veyra was Devil’s Enemy, because she was a genius doctor who could even save a dead person, helping them escape from the hands of the devil.
"Tower never lies, Alaric."
Kael forced The King to look straight into his eyes.
"Please, Alaric. Do you want to let Erza Dicathen’s sacrifice, and the sacrifice of the Dicathen Kingdom, go down the drain?"
Of course Alaric didn’t want to.
"No buts! Tell me Alaric, will you do it or not?"
This was the first time The King had been scolded so directly.
But, he didn’t feel uncomfortable at all.
On the contrary, he felt like he deserved to be yelled at like that.
"Give me time, Kael."
That was The King’s final answer.
He still couldn’t calm his emotions right now.
"...As long as you have time, you will give me a satisfactory answer, right?"
Alaric replied, his eyes and mind never this determined.
In the end, Kael could only sigh dejectedly.
"Your deadline is before the 27th floor closes."