As advertised by the game, the Discord Continent is a turbulent world. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The fragile peace on the continent of Mycrove is about to be broken, and adventurers will use their swords and shields to write a new epic chapter with courage and wisdom in such a land full of blood and gunsmoke.

It sounds like people can't help but get excited, but when you are really in this world, you will feel the ubiquitous depression.

Due to the increasingly frequent wars, the panicked people, due to the erosion of the chaos of the other world, the continent that has gradually become barren, as the black smoke gradually obscures the sky, making the sun, moon and stars dim, people's hearts are becoming more and more cold, less and less warm, everything that was once peaceful has passed away and will never be returned.

The so-called epic is like this, the earth is full of blood, the bones are piled up into mountains, the ancient kingdom is crumbling, and the flame of civilization is like a candle in the wind.

Of course, there are always people who can adapt to this cruel and oppressive world and are still alive and well.

Sitting on the large chair in the library lounge, Joshua put down the book in his hand and looked up at the man who was talking.

"I know you."

He said calmly, "Second Prince, Dimore Delmond, I didn't expect to see you here. ”

The young man stepped out of the shadows of the bookshelf and stood in front of the warrior and his gods.

This is a familiar face, Joshua had seen it many times in newspapers about the empire in his previous life, although his face is a little young now, but he can completely see that this person is the second prince of the current empire, His Majesty the emperor of the future Northern Empire.

Dimore has shoulder-length hair like his father's dark blonde, his appearance is not outstanding, but his temperament like a sheathed blade is known, he must have inherited the blood of the royal warriors of Diamond, hearing Joshua's words, the gray-brown eyes of the second prince who was discovered moved slightly, and he seemed to be a little surprised.

At this time, Dimore was dressed unusually plainly, just an ordinary Praetorian Guard uniform, except for the inconspicuous golden sun crest on his shoulder, it was completely impossible to tell that this was an heir to the throne, if it weren't for Joshua's identity long ago, anyone would mistake him for an ordinary knight from the Northwest Plains.

"You know me?"

Originally thought that the hidden identity was well seen by Joshua, Dimore couldn't help but subconsciously hold down the saber at his waist - he didn't want to make a move, but just because of habit, the second prince said to himself with some doubts: "Even those ministers have many people who can't recognize me, but I didn't expect you to see it at a glance." ”

"That's natural, impressive."

Shrugging his shoulders, Joshua's gaze swept over the tough man who would later be known for his iron-blooded ruthlessness.

Dimore Delmond, he is a person who has perfectly adapted to this cruel and oppressive world, unlike the mediocre Grand Prince, this second prince has a murderous beast lurking in his heart.

About six years later, the current emperor, Israel Delmond, died, because of the suddenness of the incident, he did not leave a will, so the Northern Empire fell into civil strife, and many princes fought mercilessly with each other to seize the throne.

Even in the face of disasters such as the dragon plague invasion, the huge empire that did not waver, suddenly fell into the brink of collapse, the soldiers who defended the country raised their spears and swords, and their former comrades fought each other, after the large-scale battle called the [March Turmoil], the entire northern empire was faintly divided into seven parts by the seven princes and princesses, and even had the limit of splitting.

In the face of the imminent invasion of the abyss, such a move is undoubtedly the way to death, but at this point, there is no one who can turn the tide and turn the tide, and the division of the empire seems to be a foregone conclusion.

And it was Dimore who changed all that.

This originally unknown and taciturn second prince appeared out of nowhere, and suddenly showed his strength close to the legendary level, he raided thousands of miles, killing all his former brothers and sisters one by one mercilessly, and finally in the pool of blood and the fearful eyes of everyone, he wore the iron crown that symbolized rights and obligations with an expressionless face, and was crowned emperor in the central hall of Morlai Palace in the holy city of Three Mountains.

In his previous life, because of the battle against the abyss, Joshua had seen Dimor a few times, compared with the tough and iron-blooded emperor at that time, as if he could not see through the abyss, the second prince now looks too young, although his face has been weathered and seems to have gone through many battles, but his eyes are still clear, and he can't hide the thoughts in his heart.

-- It's really funny. Joshua couldn't help but think of this in his heart, he wanted to laugh a little in his heart, he didn't expect that the future Iron Blood Emperor would be like this when he was young.

And while the warrior was observing Dimore, Dimore was also observing the warrior.

He didn't care what Joshua said before, and anyway, whether Joshua recognized him or not, his purpose would not change.

Rather, if the other party didn't see through his identity, Dimore would be disappointed.

Gray-brown eyes swept over, and the second prince carefully looked at Joshua who was sitting on the big chair.

-- This is a tall, steel-forged man.

Even if the warrior sat expressionlessly, he was as majestic as a mountain peak, and there was no fluctuation in his red eyes, but it conveyed an infinite oppressive force, making Dimore feel that he was falling into the deep sea, constantly sinking, and feeling that in front of him was a glacier about to fall, cold and dangerous.

"Awesome."

His right hand had already touched the hilt of the sword, but Dimore sensed that something was wrong, he immediately shook his head slightly, expelled the illusion in his mind, and was silent for a while, he raised his eyebrows, and praised softly: "It is worthy of being a powerful warrior that my father and emperor also highly praised, just the gaze almost made me take the initiative." ”

"I guessed what you're here for."

Joshua leaned back in his chair, he didn't seem to have any intention of standing up, but continued to sit in place, and smiled easily: "If you think about it, this is indeed in line with your character, but how did you know that I was coming here?" ”

The warrior recalled some rumors about the future emperor, and it now seemed that they were not faked.

"Looks like you know me well...... However, it was just a coincidence, I was already in the Royal Library before I knew you were coming to Master Nostradamus. ”

Not paying attention to Joshua's actions, Dimore walked slowly to the table, he looked at the warrior with grayish-brown eyes, there was no fear and anxiety in his eyes, only pure curiosity and excitement: "Count Radcliffe...... It's the first time I've heard my father praise a warrior so much, you know, as a legendary powerhouse, even the leaders of the five major legions are just 'not bad' in his eyes. ”

"And you, on the other hand, are the 'best.'"

With the best deliberately emphasized as a concluding remark, Dimore sat opposite Joshua, his gaze swept over Ying and Rin, and Ying and Rin also looked at him calmly, and the second prince raised his eyebrows and said, "This is your maid and butler?" Although young, but strong-willed, do you want to let them back a little? ”

"Don't worry, they're the 'best' too."

Shaking his head in refusal, Qiao Shuya looked at the second prince who was already a little impatient in front of him, and asked with interest, "Right here?" This is the Great Royal Library, don't you plan to change places? ”

"No problem, right here."

Unsheathing his saber from his waist and placing it to the side of the table, Dimore moved his wrist and his gaze fiery: "Just finish it before the guards arrive, you can do it, right?" ”

"Nature."

The warrior glanced at the opponent's saber out of the corner of his eye, it was an ordinary cross-sword, it was a well-made sword, the leather on the hilt was badly worn, its owner must have used it often, and the scabbard was left with unwashed bloodstains, judging from the quantity, its owner must have worn it through countless treacherous battlefields, and the resentment of the dead was wrapped around it, proving the bearer's martial arts.

――It is rumored that the second prince concealed his identity in his youth, joined the army of the Western Plains, and fought with those green-skinned orcs for several years, until the orc court was completely burned down, and then returned to the imperial capital, and now it seems that this news is indeed true.

Moreover, it is rumored that he is very fond of challenging the strong, and the future sword of the empire, Brandon, is often pulled to duel by him in the name of investigation, and Dimore even has the nickname 'Duel King'.

So now, is his action motivated by sheer competitiveness?

No, there are some other things mixed in.

"So, as you wish."

Too lazy to think about it so much, Joshua laughed, he swept the books on the table aside, and then put his arm together, the crimson fighting spirit condensed, and the heroic voice of the warrior echoed in the hall.

"Dimore, I allow you to challenge me."