"This feeling of unease can only be sensed by us 'Crest Bearers.' The Knights' Guild issued orders this morning, instructing me to lead the Obsidian Knights to investigate."

The Marquis and the General met by chance at a party and got to know each other that they both possessed powerful crests. Their strength was recognized by each other, and they became friends.

Although the two are not that far apart in age, they give the impression of being friends despite the age gap.

"You've come at the perfect time. Let's go upstairs together and find out what's going on!"

"No, I must keep a close watch on the situation at the bottom of the tower. I'm afraid there might be another riot, just like the one that happened in Shidu more than a hundred years ago."

Kaiser remained silent, because a few days ago, while searching for clues about the Time Emblem, he had also learned a little about the riot in the Time Capital from the ancient books.

Around the year 123 of the Kingdom's Alchemy Calendar, a horrific attack by humans and demons occurred in the ancient capital of Wormingbele.

It was a bountiful harvest night when the Northern Thieves, a band of monsters from a foreign land active in the northern part of the continent, led a group of demons to attack Shidu.

The looting and slaughter transformed into a fierce blaze that illuminated the entire dark night sky, leaving behind an unhealed scar.

It all started with the mutation of the Tower of Reversal. Therefore, now that strange phenomena are occurring again in the tower, people are being vigilant and strengthening defenses to prevent another riot. This is entirely justifiable.

"In any case, please allow me to climb the tower to find out the reason for its mutation."

For both public and private reasons, Keller made a request to Marquis Alex.

“In fact, a Silverwing Knight entered the tower two hours ago.”

"I see. I'll go find him right away."

"Alright. The atmosphere inside the tower is strange; there might be demons causing trouble, so you need to be careful."

The Marquis led Kerèse to the entrance of the Tower of Reversal, explained everything to the guards, and then let Kerèse enter.

Before leaving, Kaiser was still pondering the short prophetic phrase in his mind, and this time he paid special attention to the second half of it—"The Demon Lord treads on the icy storm, and the timely awakening of the runes descends upon the world."

Then he turned to Marquis Alex and asked, "By the way, do you know the legend of the 'Demon Lord'?"

The Marquis stopped talking to his other teammates, as if he had been startled. Although his expression and movements were not very obvious, Keller, who had known the Marquis for a long time, could definitely sense the Marquis's inner shock.

"Why do you ask that? Come to think of it, aren't you one of the six paladins who survived the Northern Expedition, Kaiser?"

"To my shame, during that battle, my task was merely to deal with one of the 'Six Sages.' Therefore, I know nothing about the Demon Lord's legends, or even what he looks like."

"I see, no wonder. The Demon Lord Fred has white hair and blue eyes, and his face is as handsome as a human's, but he always wears a mask that looks like the Netherworld Blue Flame."

He wielded extremely powerful and unparalleled ice magic, having swept across countless powerful figures across the continent. He was defeated by the Ten Holy Generals of the Silver Wing Knights during the Northern Expedition and is now sealed within the Black Demon Sea.

"White hair and blue eyes... ice magic... wearing a mask..."

According to prophecy, at the end of the Stairway to Time, which is also the top of the Tower of Reversal, the Demon Lord will awaken again and descend upon the world.

At this moment, Kaiser thought to himself that the Demon Lord, who had just awakened, was certainly not as strong as before. If he encountered the Demon Lord at the top, he would definitely defeat him with all his might.

The holy sword and the emblem are his most important assets in determining victory.

Keller was about to thank Alex when he suddenly realized that he could no longer hear anyone behind him.

In a daze, another question arose in his mind. Wasn't he supposed to be inside the Tower of Reversal of Time? How come... this place was entirely an exterior view? It was as if... Kaireser was in a virtual space.

This is clearly a scene from an ancient capital during the Kingdom period, a glimpse into the kingdom's grandeur.

The city is filled with bustling pedestrians, travelers from afar, haggling merchants, stingy shopkeepers, and lurking bandits and mysterious assassins from the north.

The old scenes of the City of Time are brought to life like a play inside the Tower of Reverse Time.

As Kaireser marveled at the kingdom's prosperity, in the blink of an eye, the previous moment's flourishing vanished like a bubble.

The scenes shifted rapidly, like a stage play, and the blazing sun overhead turned into night without warning.

Flames reached the sky, and the carnage spread like wildfire across the land. Corpses lay strewn across the fields, their blood still wet, accompanied by heart-wrenching screams.

This place has become a feeding ground for demons, a paradise for thieves, and a feast for bandits and demons.

The scene shifts again. A severely wounded boy and girl are running desperately to escape the ruined city occupied by villains.

Keller had known about the famous historical event of the Shidu Riot from the beginning.

But compared to the pale and somewhat obscure descriptions in the book, the immersive illusion he experienced now was much more profound and deeply moving.

If I were in their shoes, could I, all by myself, eliminate these wicked criminals and these demons born with evil nature?

He had not forgotten that he was still inside the Tower of Reversal of Time, and he was also aware that he was in an illusory space.

The intense pain from the emblem was keeping him as clear-headed as he should be.

The bloody carnage in the hallucination actually happened more than a hundred years ago. Even if what we see is a hallucination, we cannot deny its existence; history is not a scar that can be arbitrarily erased.

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