Huh? Are they all real?.

As the other person smiled and spoke, they suddenly realized that they had unknowingly walked up to the other person.

It was at this moment that they suddenly exchanged a glance, and then their expressions changed drastically as they knelt on the ground.

"His Majesty!"

Although he spoke in Baratheon language unconsciously, it didn't make those around him wonder why they were addressing the person in front of them as His Majesty, who had long since disappeared from history.

But their reaction was indeed incomprehensible to everyone.

Whether it's the security personnel, the onlookers, or their companions behind them.

Why did they kneel down?

Is it some kind of extraordinary ability?

The assassins have openly come to our door?

"What's wrong with them? Why are they kneeling down?"

Faced with their questions, the security guards were completely bewildered, raising and lowering their weapons repeatedly.

This situation is clearly not right. They should be on alert, but what's going on with the people above kneeling?

"Sir, I don't know either. They just knelt down. And they said something we couldn't understand at all."

"what?"

The security guard recalled repeating that word:

"Is this what Bisha (Baratheon language) is?"

Bixia?

Because of their non-standard pronunciation, they were a little confused, but after a moment, one of the time travelers said in utter horror:

"Could it be 'His Majesty'?"

This speculation instantly sent chills down the spines of the crowd.

The security guard was even more astonished and picked up the terminal to ask:

"Your Majesty, did they mention Your Majesty?"

"Yes, yes, sir, that's the word. It's too difficult to pronounce; I've never heard of it before. Is it a dialect from somewhere?"

At this point, all the time travelers gasped in shock.

That can't be right, can it?

After exchanging a glance, they all hurriedly ran in that direction.

"Could it be fake?"

"Who would dare? If it were His Majesty, who would dare to do it? Even an evil god wouldn't do that!"

"But what if?"

This question caused the time traveler to pause for a moment, but the leader still spoke:

"Let's go first!"

Soon, with people gathering around with increasing curiosity, it became a hot topic.

The time travelers finally arrived here.

The two companions were still kneeling on the ground, their faces filled with shock.

But they weren't much better off.

When they finally saw it clearly, they almost knelt down in shock.

At this moment, their lips were trembling.

Is it really His Majesty?!

How could that happen?

Did they send the king away from the gods to come here alone? Or is the goddess nearby? Is Baratheon really that crazy?

Another group of people arrived, even though they had never met them before.

But judging from their expressions...

Mohn, who had become Trajan Westeros again, also knew that they knew who he was.

So he walked straight past the bewildered security personnel and reached them as the two travelers hurriedly crawled to make way for him.

There is no literal difference in their levels of importance; they are at the same level and on the same wavelength.

But at this moment, everyone on the transmigrator side felt as if they were looking up at an indescribably majestic being.

Looking at them like this, Moen paused for a moment, then smiled slightly and said:

"So what about my daughter, Elle?"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the time travelers immediately knelt on the ground.

This caused an even greater uproar among the crowd. They had all heard of these people to some extent, and many of them were among the most elite of the upper class. What was going on?

The transmigrators, disregarding everything else, said in a state of utter fear and trepidation:

"Your Majesty, why have you come?"

“I heard someone attacked my El, so I came here.”

These words sent chills down their spines, and they glanced at their security teammate with even greater relief.

Thankfully, nothing bad happened!

The royal capital has arrived!

"Your Majesty, Her Highness is right behind us, she is safe! We have not failed Baratheon, you, and the goddess's blessings!"

Moen nodded and said:

“Very well, so take me to see her. Then, tell your underworld, just say so.”

Moen turned around and looked at the people behind him, saying:

"So Trajan Westeros has arrived!"

Moen's voice caused all the transmigrators to look up in surprise, which was tantamount to announcing directly to the Human Alliance that the Sword and Shield King was here!

Isn't this going too far?

But immediately, they all lowered their heads and said:

"Your will, Your Majesty!"

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The onlookers outside couldn't understand what was happening inside; they just peered out curiously and filmed videos.

After a brief period of panic, the time travelers inside began to feel excited and thrilled.

The princess's appearance was both unexpected and an immensely heavy responsibility.

The appearance of a king, especially a legendary figure like Trajan, practically meant that everything went smoothly and was carried to victory.

And just imagining what the king's appearance would bring made them feel an uncontrollable excitement and trembling.

However, their earlier caution still lingered in their minds.

Although they did not believe that anyone would dare to impersonate the true king.

But what if?

After all, they dared to attack even a princess, so it's not impossible for them to be even more audacious.

So after giving a humble response, before taking Moen to see the princess, they also carefully asked:

"Your Majesty, we know our question is quite presumptuous, but we truly have not received any news that you would be coming. Furthermore, our mission is to protect Princess Elmeran, so, so, could you?"

Knowing what they meant, Moen immediately raised his left hand.

The beautiful golden hair ring shone brightly under the real sun.

To express her love, the newly crowned goddess followed the example of the ancient storm goddess, weaving a beautiful hair ring from her for her king, just like a holy spear.

This is something that almost every Baratheon, or rather, every normal person on that side, knows.

Under the king's majesty, the goddess's majesty was unmistakably revealed.

At this point, everyone lowered their guard.

In a situation where relations have completely broken down, they believe that some madman might go to such lengths to blaspheme the king, but the goddess's hair ring cannot be faked.

Therefore, they all humbly bowed their heads and said:

"Your Majesty, we will take you to His Highness now."

As Moen entered the underground bunker hidden beneath the company building.

Before fully entering, Moen couldn't help but look up at the tall building in front of him.

He remembered his company, where everything from identification documents and company address to employee daily routines could be found, yet there was nothing there.

To this day, Moen still doesn't know whether everything that happened to him started at the company, or whether the company simply served as a retrospective tool.

After all, his feelings over there were so real, and his memories of the company were so plausible.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

As the voices of the transmigrators rang out, Moen finally withdrew his gaze and said:

"Nothing, let's go."

Only then did Moen enter the company's underground permanent fortifications.

-

The news of the Sword and Shield King's arrival was still a secret to the entire Human League.

But for the underground world of the Human Alliance, this was an absolute earthquake.

"Sword and Shield King??? Are you sure?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"That's the king! How could the king possibly come here?"

Such sounds are almost everywhere.

The high priest who planned and launched the attack also received this news.

He almost collapsed after just one glance.

It's the Sword and Shield King?!

Damn it, that was almost the end of us!

After countless thoughts flashed through his mind, he slightly lifted the large priest's robe that he had made for missionary work.

Inside was the prophetic tablet that he needed to take with him.

But the subordinate who had come to deliver the message asked him in surprise:

"High Priest, what exactly is the King?"

For ease of control and security, the members specifically responsible for various messages are basically completely unaware of what's going on over there.

In this way, even if they hear something, they don't have to worry about causing trouble.

All they knew was that their high priest truly possessed divine power and could help them obtain everything they desired!

Therefore, even though he knew that a king had arrived, he still didn't understand what it meant at all.

The high priest smiled and patted him on the shoulder, saying:

“It’s nothing, my dear child. This is just a small episode in our service to our Lord.”

The man's flawless smile clearly put the other person at ease.

"Is that so? Then I'm relieved, High Priest. Now, would you like to go out and say a few words?"

Following each other's gaze, the two looked towards the banquet outside.