I Became a Mythical Knight King

Chapter 117: The Successor of the Holy King (3)

Name: Cheon Yoo Seong

Gender: Male

Occupation: King (New!)

Level: 30

Status: Intermediate Commander

Special Notes: Successor of the Holy King, Lord of the Legion, Successor of the Round Table, Heart of the Dragon

[Chivalry]

[Heir to the Light]

Call of Caliburn

[Holy King Skills]

Kingdom Swordsmanship Lv9 / Empire Swordsmanship Lv9 / Dragon King’s Heart Technique Lv7 / Dragon King’s Law Lv7 / King’s Insight Lv5 / Summon Warhorse Lv6 / Ideology Lv2 / King’s Voice Lv1 (New!)

[Holy King Cross Sword]

Sword of the Inferno / Sword of the Gale / Sword of Sealing / Sword of Thunder (New!)

[Paladin Skills]

Aura Blade / Aura Shield / Victory Cry / Aura Blast / Goddess’s Blessing / Goddess’ Healing

[Commander Orders]

Gale Order / Protection Order / Piercing Order / Giant’s Order / Charge Order / Asura’s Order (New!)

[Knight Orders]

King’s Time / Round Table Appointment / Round Table Summon (New!) (Condition Unmet)

[Equipment]

Sword of the King / Gareth’s Golden Lion Shield / Agravain’s Cloak / Black Knight Armor

When René, who had leveled up her Bare-Handed Combat, was randomly throwing punches in one corner of the room, Yoo Seong opened his status window again.

The new class he obtained through promotion was “King.”

‘Somehow, it feels like a strange expression, but it seems a bit plain.’

He had been promoted from High Paladin to King, so it was certainly a promotion, but it felt rather understated.

‘Would it have been different if it was written as ‘King’ in English?’

No, if that happened, when he eventually became the Holy King, his job title would be Holy King, and that might not be ideal.

With that random thought, Yoo Seong checked other items one by one.

“Is it the power of dual buffs?”

He had stats on par with or exceeding the Black Knight 09, thanks to the Legion and Virtue bonuses, aside from level-ups.

And the newly added Holy King skill: King’s Voice.

[King’s Voice]

The voice of a human king stirs emotions in other humans.
Humans who hear the king’s voice will want to believe what the king says.
Humans who hear the king’s voice will want to follow the king’s words.

“Wow.”

A voice that inspires faith and trust.

Once the level was high enough, it seemed possible to essentially control others.

‘Of course, it’s probably limited to humans.’

It seemed like a skill intended for raising the combat power of soldiers during battle or issuing urgent commands, but there was significant potential for abuse.

‘If used wrongly, it would really be a tyrant’s skill.’

Of course, that was just an assumption, and since it was level 1 now, it seemed it could only slightly elevate emotions or boost trust for the time being.

‘The fourth Holy King Cross Sword is the Sword of Thunder.’

Naturally, the image of Count Bisten’s chivalry came to mind.

The way he fought, wielding thunder and lightning reminded him of Thor, the Norse god of thunder.

‘Although his appearance was quite different.’

Recalling the belly of Count Bisten, who claimed to be a master of swordsmanship, Yoo Seong smiled bitterly and lightly gathered his aura above his fingertips.

With a crackling sound, blue lightning flickered.

‘Now, there are just the Commander Orders and Knight Orders left.’

The Commander Order for the Swordsmanship unit, which had not appeared even after Morgan joined, was “Asura’s Order.”

It seemed like a sort of berserk skill.

The skill weakened defense while enhancing attack power and speed significantly.

Such skills were often double-edged swords, so they couldn’t be used lightly, but there would likely come a day when it would be useful.

‘Somehow, it seems like the newly added skills would turn someone into a tyrant if misused.’

Lastly, the Knight Order was the Round Table Summon.

Since the condition was unmet, it seemed that either Yoo Seong needed to raise the tier of the Yoo Seong Castle or become stronger to use it.

‘But, just the fact that the Round Table Appointment has been enhanced is enough.’

The original Round Table Appointment could only strengthen one knight, but now it could strengthen two knights at once.

‘Though the burden will double, it’s okay since I’ve grown stronger.’

After scanning the status window one last time, Yoo Seong turned to René with a satisfied expression.

“Re-Ne?”

The reason his voice sounded strange at the end.

In one corner of the room, René was throwing punches in the air.

Just moments ago, she had been swinging her fists clumsily, but now it was different.

-Pavot! Pat!

It wasn’t just a sound; it was the sound of René’s fists breaking the air.

René, whose physical abilities were already close to those of a knight, was now producing this sound not simply because of her strength.

-Pavavat! Pat!

It was fast and sharp.

She had even started stepping and using her waist and ankles to create maximum power and speed when striking. It seemed that if she were wearing pants or a short skirt, she might have been performing a 540-degree spinning kick.

‘Is that the power of the Fist King?’

René didn’t know how to use aura, but she was skilled with mana.

Because of this, purple mana surrounded both her fists, glowing like aura.

‘No, it’s not just mana.’

It was obvious even without King’s Insight.

It was magic.

There were two different spells placed on René’s fists, and it seemed that they activated upon striking the enemy.

“Wow…”

Anyone struck by those fists, with magic from a Royal Magician, would likely fall in one hit.

‘Maybe I should have developed this faster.’

While Yoo Seong unknowingly broke out in a cold sweat, René, stopping her punches, looked down at the hem of her robe—specifically, the long skirt that covered her ankles—and frowned.

It seemed she wanted to kick.

‘Has she become so absorbed that she forgot where she is?’

Thinking about it, René had been completely absorbed the first time she obtained the Camelot Magic Book and hadn’t even noticed what was happening around her.

After thinking about it, René suddenly created a magical blade with her finger and was about to tear her robe.

“Wait, René! Hey! Hold on!”

Panicking, Yoo Seong quickly got up and called out to her. René, who was about to rip her skirt, turned her head with a flash.

“Yes? Oh, yes!”

She reflexively answered, but she had no idea why she had been called.

Yoo Seong approached her and pointed at the magical blade on her finger. René looked at her finger, startled, then quickly hid her hands behind her back, saying:

“Ah, it’s just that I got too excited.”

“Okay, I see.”

After all, it was the Fist King’s talent.

“Do talents make you enjoy things more?”

When you do something well, it’s enjoyable, and when it’s enjoyable, you want to get better at it—a virtuous cycle.

It was good for Yoo Seong that René was getting stronger in many ways, but this was still Yoo Seong’s room, and it was nighttime.

It wasn’t the best place for practicing punches.

“René, go rest for now. Let’s meet again tomorrow.”

There were still some things he wanted to discuss about the Lion King, who had been banished from the human world, but the important topics had already been covered.

“Talking about the Lion King with the princess might be better all at once.”

Yoo Seong couldn’t know exactly where the Lion King had been banished beyond the wall, but he had a feeling.

The Lion King had been sent to a place far away, and it would take an unexpectedly long time before he could return.

At Yoo Seong’s suggestion to rest, René quickly nodded.

But judging by her expression, it seemed like she was planning to change into more comfortable clothes and continue practicing punches.

‘Well…she’s probably just excited since she’s just unlocked her potential.’

Rather than stopping her, Yoo Seong just gently suggested not to overdo it. René awkwardly smiled and nodded.

“Then, Goodnight, Successor.”

“Good night, René.”

“Yes. Um…Successor.”

After finishing their greetings, René wiggled her fingers a few times, blushing before saying:

“You were really cool.”

When Caliburn was raised high, shining with the light of Camelot.

When she had seen him banish the seemingly invincible Lion King beyond the wall, René, the Royal Magician, could see the golden eyes of Yoo Seong, filled with determination and resolve.

“Thank you.”

Yoo Seong, who had been wondering how to reply, scratched his cheek a bit shyly. René smiled brightly, bowed, and left the room.

René Baltois.

Royal Magician.

Celestial Witch.

And…

Yoo Seong sighed deeply and lay down on the bed, closing his eyes.

Instead of thinking about the crumbling barrier or the seven kings beyond it, he let his mind wander to lighter thoughts—perhaps he should find a martial arts teacher for Rene—and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, when Yoo Seong woke up, it was Rene who came to find him again.

“Good morning, successor!”

‘She cut it after all.’

Rene’s robe hem was still the same long robe with a hem that reached her ankles, but now the hem was split from below her hips.

Both the left and right sides were cut.

Thanks to that, her legs were visible as she walked, and it seemed like she was wearing black leggings under the robe.

While Yoo Seong was thinking about Rene’s martial arts kicks, she placed the food that the attendants had brought on the table.

“If you’d like more, just let me know.”

There wasn’t just easy-to-eat soup and soft bread, but also quite a variety of roasted meats, suggesting that they had prepared a fairly hearty meal for Yoo Seong, who had been starving for more than two days.

“It seems enough.”

Rene, who smiled at Yoo Seong’s words, dismissed the attendants, then sat down facing Yoo Seong and began their breakfast.

“By the way, Successor.”

“Hmm?”

“Are you by any chance using the power of the king right now? Like the King’s Insight, or something like that?”

At Rene’s question, Yoo Seong tilted his head and responded.

“No. I’m not doing anything. Is something strange?”

“Strange…not exactly, but your eye color has turned golden.”

As she said that, Rene took out a small, round hand mirror and handed it to Yoo Seong.

It seemed to be something she usually used. When Yoo Seong looked into the mirror, he saw that his eye color had indeed changed to a golden hue.

‘Could it be because the power of the Holy King has strengthened?’

It wasn’t just that his job had changed to “King.”

It seemed that his rank had increased due to the recent battle, and this change was likely a result of that.

“The eyes are the windows to the soul.”

“Huh?”

“No, I just remembered something Morgan said. She said the eyes are the windows to the soul, and that those who have reached a certain level will reveal the color of their soul through their eye color.”

“Oh, I know that too. It’s called the Seven Colors of the Soul, right?”

The seven colors—red, blue, green, black, white, gold, and silver—and the seven attributes—wind, water, earth, fire, lightning, shadow, and light.

It was said that each human soul had one color and one attribute, and that there were 49 possible combinations.

“So, does that mean the Successor’s soul is a golden soul?”

“Oh.”

Saying that his soul was golden made it sound somewhat impressive.

“Then by that logic, is Rene’s soul also golden?”

Since Rene’s eye color was also golden.

Of course, Rene had been born with golden eyes, so it wasn’t certain whether her soul’s color was truly golden as well.

“King Arthur also had golden eyes, right?”

“Yeah. They were golden.”

His eyes, golden like the sun.

Now that he thought about it, though, both were golden, Rene’s eyes reminded him more of the moon.

Eyes like the full moon, glowing faintly against the dark blue night sky.

“Uh, um…”

“Oh, sorry.”

“No, it’s fine.”

Rene, whose face had turned a little red from staring directly into his eyes, chuckled awkwardly and started eating again.

And how much time passed?

Once breakfast was nearly finished, Rene handed Yoo Seong a cup of tea and said,

“Successor, the princess woke up early this morning.”

It was a completely different topic from the lighthearted conversation they had been having until now.

It seemed that she purposely waited until after the meal was over to bring it up.

“The princess?”

“Yes, she seems to be recovering quite well. And…the princess’ side has sent a request to meet with you this morning. Count Bisten and Duke Hogu will likely be accompanying her.”

Aside from Yoo Seong and Rene, these were the three most important people in the fortress at the moment.

“I should meet with her. There’s something we need to discuss.”

It wasn’t just a matter of dealing with the aftermath.

Though the princess had already welcomed Yoo Seong, calling him the king of humans, that alone didn’t define the relationship between Yoo Seong and the Kingdom of Silatein.

How would the Kingdom of Silatein treat Yoo Seong?

What were the princess’s thoughts?

“Has there been any word from Count Carian?”

“Not yet. But I’ve informed them through the communication device, so I imagine there’s quite a commotion by now?”

For a moment, Yoo Seong wondered what news had been conveyed, but he didn’t feel the need to ask.

“Rene, once breakfast is over, let the princess know that I will accept the meeting request.”

“Yes, I’ll do that.”

Then, about two hours later.

The meeting between Yoo Seong and the princess began in the conference room of Galatein Fortress.