Huh? Are they all real?.

The first thing that happened was yet another divine path that inexplicably fell into disarray.

Then came something even more important – the great Augustus was finally to be formally buried.

Compared to the fall of the divine path, which had almost nothing to do with insignificant figures like themselves, they, as recipients of Augustus's grace, were clearly more concerned about this matter.

Moreover, they had heard about the witch. They all knew that ever since Augustus died, the new goddess had been telling others that Augustus had not died, but was just sleeping.

Therefore, Augustus's funeral could never officially begin, leaving many people to commemorate his passing alone.

Now they can finally gather together to publicly commemorate Augustus's departure, but this doesn't make people very happy.

Firstly, this is not something to be happy about in the first place; secondly, it also means that the new goddess has finally accepted the shattering of her illusion.

This is far too cruel for them.

However, the only thing that could make people happy was to recognize Augustus's achievements.

Four kings will personally carry Augustus's coffin.

Four kings carrying a coffin—an unprecedented event in history.

Such an honor would undoubtedly be the best way to showcase Augustus's name.

Moreover, each of these four kings was an exceptionally noble and virtuous being.

At the end of the Blood Moon, the protection of the living—the Moon King, Vlad the Belstagra!

The paragon of knights, the master of the holy spear—Richard Aquitaine, the Lionheart!

One who stands alongside Glory—the Sword and Shield King, Westeros Trajan!

The sole ruler of the elves, the one who reclaimed the skies—Eternal King, Elenian Gilgalard!

Each and every one of them is a renowned figure.

Each of them left an indelible mark on their respective era.

It could even be said that in the history of this world, the loss of any one of these four would have unimaginable consequences.

Therefore, news spread that four kings would be carrying Augustus's coffin.

The number of people planning to travel to the Old World for the funeral has multiplied several times over.

After all, no matter how you look at it, this should be an unprecedented and unparalleled event.

If you have the opportunity to go but don't go, you will definitely regret it for the rest of your life.

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The agreed-upon date was drawing near.

People from all over flocked to this Old World, which had once been known for its slave trade.

The traces of the abyss and demonic attacks are still vivid in our minds.

However, the main waterways and residential areas have already been cleared and rectified.

So after entering the designated route, everything began to go smoothly, no longer filled with the unsettling and terrifying ruins as before.

But it was precisely because of that striking glimpse that many people who had only heard of the War of the Old World understood the cruelty of that war and the terrible consequences of not having Augustus.

It is said that only Augustus could defeat the Sons of the Abyss, so without Augustus, this place would be their future.

This made people respect Augustus even more.

They were also increasingly looking forward to what it would be like to see the four kings carrying the coffin.

As for Moen, the main participant in all these events, he has already embarked on a journey to the Old World.

He has already made contact with Darkmoon and Holy Lance.

Just to be on the safe side, he did not risk contacting the elves.

The Empress observed the situation in the Sacred Tree Forest, and the conclusion was that everything was normal.

The elves made no move, nor did the two goddesses, the Shadow Sun and the Sacred Tree, make any sound.

This left Moen somewhat confused.

Could it be that even the sacred tree is expressing its dissatisfaction with itself?

But this really doesn't seem like something she would do.

In any case, he was prepared. Having contacted Darkmoon and Holy Lance, he easily provided a suitable reason and a more suitable meeting place.

As pallbearers, it was obviously necessary for the four kings to meet in advance, wasn't it?

In order to avoid disrupting the fully operational shipping route by making way for the Supreme Being, wouldn't it be reasonable to set the meeting place in the deserted ruins of Pompeii?

Moen, who had arrived at the Pompeii ruins earlier, stood quietly on the edge of the deck, gazing at the ancient city ruins before him.

Moen called this place Pompeii simply because there was a very famous city in Rome called Pompeii.

In fact, this place has nothing to do with Pompeii, and it wasn't even built next to a volcano.

What Moen didn't expect was that this ancient city would be completely destroyed, just like Pompeii.

After letting out a soft sigh, Moen turned his gaze forward.

The Dark Moon and the Holy Lance have arrived.

They didn't choose to come over, but instead watched Moen from a distance.

They have been informed that there may be a problem with the sacred tree.

And the worst-case scenario is that they would have to go to war with the other side.

To be honest, they're happy to have one less stray cat trying to steal fish.

However, they did not want to lose it in this way.

Because they knew that if such a thing really happened, Moen would be very sad.

Noticing their gazes, Moen nodded slightly to indicate that he understood.

Then they waited for the elves to arrive.

If the other party doesn't come, it means there really is a problem, and then Moen will head directly to the Sacred Tree Forest with the Holy Lance and the Holy Sword.

If the other party arrives, it doesn't necessarily mean everything is without problems; further assessment is required.

However, Moen couldn't say for sure whether he wanted the other person to come or not.

Fortunately, the wait didn't last long.

They witnessed the arrival of the last party.

The phantom of the sacred tree was projected directly onto this place.

The enchanting goddess hidden behind the curtain also appeared.

This gave Moen a slight sense of relief, but then he became anxious again.

The fact that they came only means that things are not necessarily going to work out.

The goddess hidden behind the curtain glanced around the scene and then walked straight toward Moen.

This action prompted the other two goddesses to follow suit and walk to Moen's side.

Suddenly, on the deck where Moen was located, including Queen Ansa, there were three goddesses, as well as the sacred tree that was slowly approaching.

Seeing that the other party made no response and just kept walking towards Moen, they realized that the other party had not made any move.

Denise frowned slightly before trying to stop the other person.

However, the Holy Lance was not raised.

She heard Moen's voice:

"Greetings, Lord Yggdrasil, the sacred tree of the elves."

Moen’s tone was noticeably relaxed.

So it's not the worst-case scenario.

Having realized the answer, Holy Lance stood aside without saying a word.

This made Queen Ansa take a few more glances at her.

Because Moen wasn't sure what was going on, he hadn't told the Mongols' Ansa the details.

I just told Ansa that there might be unexpected accidents, and that she should be careful.

Now, seeing the sacred tree slowly approaching, Moen was certain that he was safe.

It's still the same familiar Yggdrasil.

Moen didn't think he was so bad that he wouldn't recognize his own goddess.

After all, even the perfect disguise of the Holy Grail was noticed by him.

Unless it is something extraordinary that even the Holy Grail cannot compare to, capable of negating the ironclad laws of the God-King.

But how could such a thing exist?

Or rather, such things don't seem to need to go through such a roundabout way with Moen.

Therefore, Moen was simply curious as to why the Holy Tree would say that the Eternal King would also agree.

The goddess, hidden behind the curtain, had already stepped onto the deck.

She chuckled lightly, lifted her skirt, and bowed to Moen and the goddesses:

"Greetings, Your Excellencies. Greetings, His Majesty Trajan."

Ansa, who had been paying close attention to the atmosphere, finally understood that there shouldn't be any problems.

So she, who had been clinging tightly to Moen, stepped slightly away.

But for some reason, after glancing at the other three goddesses who seemed indifferent, she unconsciously moved even closer.

This caused both Darkmoon and Holy Lance to subtly raise their eyebrows.

But in the end, they didn't say anything.

He merely gave Moen a meaningful look.

To this, Moen could only pretend not to see and said to the sacred tree:

“You said His Majesty the Eternal King would also come, but I heard that he seems to have encountered some problems, to the point that he might not be able to come to the Old Continent. So why did you say that?”

The question was very reasonable, fitting for the Sword and Shield King's identity and also getting to the heart of Morne's question.

This made Ansa glance at the other two goddesses with a strange look.

The teacher said we should probably keep an eye on things. But why aren't the Moon King and Lionheart King here either?

Is it because you're worried about something unexpected happening?

Should I, like them, not bring the teacher along?

Ansa, who never imagined that the four kings or even the five kings were all the same person, was extremely annoyed by her own guess.

The teacher clearly said something bad might happen, how could I be so careless?

How could I be inferior to even the other goddesses?

The Holy Tree looked at Moen and chuckled:

“He’s here, but like their partners, he didn’t come directly here. Now that everyone’s here, well, I think the four of you can discuss the specifics yourselves.”

"As for the rest of us, let's go over there and have some girls' chatter!"

Having said that, the sacred tree led the goddesses away from the deck without any room for doubt.

Ansa wanted to say something more.

But because she had been clinging to Moen the whole time, Darkmoon pushed her away from there almost without stopping.

Unable to say anything more, Ansa could only say one thing to Moen:

"Then, teacher, I'll be right back!"

After he followed the other three goddesses into the cabin...

Ansa, who was still wondering what they were going to say, was surprised to find that none of them made a sound after they sat down.

What's happening here?