The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth.

Chapter 815 Weiss's Inner Knot

"Brother... help!" Fenglin Xilan grabbed Fenglin Youlan and cried out.

"What's wrong?" Maple Forest Orchid, who had just returned from patrolling with the knights, hugged her two little sisters and looked at the two tearful girls with a puzzled expression.

"Waaah... I'm so tired!" the two girls cried, wiping away their tears.

"Haha, this is the necessary path to becoming a dragon knight. After all, you all still need to master the basics! Especially you, Xilan!" Fenglin Youlan said with a smile.

"Waaaaah, why..." Fenglin Xilan stopped crying instantly and looked at Fenglin Youlan in disbelief.

"Because you are already a dragon knight." Maple Forest Orchid gently patted her head. Shulan could be lazy and not achieve anything, after all, she might not be able to successfully seduce that Purple Thunder Dragon, but Maple Forest Orchid was already a true dragon knight! The guardian dragon of the McDougal family had signed a dragon knight contract with her.

"Waaaaah... No! Let's terminate the contract, okay, Chasing Light..." Fenglin Xilan tearfully pulled Chasing Light, who was pretending to sleep while eating melon, off her shoulder.

"Huh? Minos!" The dragon chasing the light's eyes widened in disbelief. It was bad enough that he was the butt of the gossip, but now he, the mighty Twilight Dragon, was being rejected after throwing himself at her?
"Little girl, you should thank your ancestors for their good deeds... otherwise you would have been killed by me..." Chasing Light said quietly. He was both a father and a mother to this family! If it weren't for the honor of the McDougal family, would he, the dignified Twilight Dragon, condescend to a little girl who was still sucking her fingers?

"Cough cough! What nonsense are you talking about!" Fenglin Youlan patted Fenglin Xilan's head and gave Zhuiguang a smiley face.

As the saying goes, one doesn't hit a smiling face. In addition, the head of the McDougal family has automatically handed over the responsibility to Maple Forest Orchid. With the responsibility of carrying the banner in Maple Forest Orchid's hands over, Chasing Light can naturally slack off. He dotes on Maple Forest Orchid more than anything else. Chasing Light doesn't have any requirements for strength. After all, she is a child he has watched grow up. He won't require his knights to be skilled in martial arts like other dragons do.

"Alright, you must study the Dragon Lance properly. This is the most basic skill for Dragon Knights! The Dragon Lance will be your third life! It is an extension of your body! Only by mastering the Dragon Lance can you best utilize the strengths of a Dragon Knight!" Maple Forest Orchid instructed.

“But… His Majesty’s dragon spear is still in terrible condition…” The two little girls blinked and spoke the truth.

"...Your Majesty can learn this in the future, and Your Majesty is skilled with a sword..." Fenglin Youlan awkwardly touched her nose.

“I understand! Your Majesty is a swordsman!” Fenglin Shulan said proudly, raising a slender finger.

"Idiot! That's a swordsman!" Fenglin Xilan said, hands on her hips.

"..." Maple Forest Orchid stood there dumbfounded. Good heavens, Roland was expelled from the knighthood just from a few words?
“I can testify! His Majesty’s marksmanship is unparalleled in the world!” Weiss suddenly appeared and raised his hand.

"!!!" Maple Forest Orchid was startled by the ghostly Weiss.

"A new skill I learned—stealth..." Weiss touched his nose, a little embarrassed.

"How disgusting! Did you learn Shadow Clone Technique?" Maple Forest Orchid's knowledge is so vast. He knew what Weiss was going to poop as soon as he lifted his butt. There was no one else but Darian Nightblade who could teach him this thing.

“I’ve learned it…” Weiss touched his nose.

"Ugh... It's filthy!" Maple Forest Orchid covered his face. As a paladin, he hated those cowardly "rats" who hid their heads and tails. Originally, Weiss, the dragon knight, had learned the open and powerful style of Caslo, at most some agile attack moves. But after spending two days with Darian Nightblade, he had also learned the kind of thing that the dragon knight commander did not want to see...

"Well, at least the survival rate is higher if we fight like this..." Maple Forest Orchid comforted himself. As a nobleman of the empire, he had already forced himself not to say that it was a despicable act for a knight to hide his true colors.

"Ahem, try to avoid using these unorthodox methods. Don't forget your duty as a dragon knight!" Fenglin Youlan couldn't help but offer a few final words of advice. Fenglin Youlan was genuinely afraid of training a hapless, incompetent dragon knight. After all, a dragon knight's role is to act as a fulcrum on the battlefield, taking the most damage and wearing the thickest armor! A dragon knight who can vanish into the void after a single strike is heretical… that kind of fighting style is for dragon warriors and dragon mages.

"Okay..." Weiss just nodded, it was unclear whether he took it to heart.

……

"Senior Sernar..." Late at night, Weiss sat alone on the castle's watchtower, gently stroking the holy sword Sernar in his hand, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"You are still lost, child. Don't forget your true self!" The King of the Mountain appeared beside him without him noticing.

"Senior, aren't you afraid of being discovered?" Weiss's pupils contracted, then he asked in a low voice.

"It's alright. I used your aura to conceal my presence. They won't suspect anything, after all, I came through a contract!" The King of the Mountains waved his hand.

“I don’t know what to do, I’m so lost right now…” Weiss whispered.

"Why? Because you held back in this great battle? Because you feel guilty for their deaths?" The King of the Mountain's soul flame flickered, sounding somewhat mocking.

“I don’t know…” Weiss lowered his head. During the siege of Lagrange, he had tried several times to summon the King of the Mountain to bring an army of the undead, but each time he hesitated after holding the Holy Sword of Cernar. After all, the matter of Cernar was already a mess, and if the undead were involved… Weiss couldn’t help but worry that King Roland would overthink things! After all, he was a native of Middle-earth! Not a Lagrange summoned by the system, so it was only natural for him to hold back.

However, the deaths of countless soldiers and acquaintances during the war deeply affected him, especially the fall of Kaldor, which filled him with immense guilt. Choosing to protect himself, if it weren't for the forbidden spell that later resurrected everyone, he probably would never have been able to face Caslo in his entire life. Even now, he still avoids his teacher in his daily life.

"Why blame yourself? Everyone has their own destiny. Whether you choose to take on this responsibility or not, what is there to blame you for? You are just a lowly third-tier knight. Even if you had summoned us, the outcome would have been uncertain. Let it go. Even if they knew, they wouldn't blame you. A third-tier knight shouldn't shoulder responsibilities that aren't his." The King of the Mountain chuckled, his voice soft yet resounding.

“You owe them nothing. Everything you have was given to you by General Sernar. So why should you feel guilty?” The King of the Mountain’s words were somewhat absolute, but they were not without reason. In fact, the majority of what Weiss has today is Sernar’s legacy. It can be said that Weiss inherited all of Sernar’s plans. This steadfast knight, who had laid out his plans over countless years, left all that he had in his life to his successor.

“Think it over carefully. Don’t go down a dead end. You live not for others but for yourself. It’s true that they have been kind to you, but is it really worth risking your life for them? Or do you really feel a sense of belonging to this country?” the King of the Mountain said calmly.

"Look into your own heart, you are yourself! Sernar entrusts the legacy of the Arno kingdoms to you, do not fail him..." The words of the King of the Mountain seemed to drift on the wind, and by the time Weiss looked for him, he had vanished without a trace.

"Looking into my heart? Do I feel a sense of belonging to this country?" Weiss murmured these two questions.

"What's wrong? Silly boy? Why aren't you asleep so late?" Caslo appeared behind him with his arms crossed.

"I can't sleep, teacher," Weiss said respectfully.

"Then sleep slowly and get some rest! You have a long road ahead of you, and whether the empire can be revived depends on you..." Caslo smiled slightly, but his voice carried a hint of melancholy.

"I think I understand!" When Weiss looked up again, a confident smile had returned to his face.

"Thank you, teacher!"