Reincarnated as the Weakest Magical Beast-Chapter 110: New King of Lionera

"Yes," the Lion Sword King nodded. "If you are able to pass the Trial of the Crown and prove yourself worthy, you will become the next King of Lionera."

And that... left both Emilia and Mimi stunned.

For a moment, they could only stare in disbelief.

After all... what the actual fuck?

How could Emilia, who wasn’t even twenty years old yet, suddenly become the ruler of a kingdom that had long since disappeared?!

This was insane!

Meanwhile, Mimi’s mind reeled. In all her years of playing Arventia Online and running this dungeon over and over—probably thousands of times—she had never heard of anything like this happening.

Is this some kind of secret scenario that no one had ever discovered?!

Just then, Emilia’s body began to tremble. Now, she was suddenly more afraid that she had fallen into some illusion—that none of this was real.

If that was the case... how could she escape? 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Eventually, Amaras had to calm her down, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Your... Majesty... is this..." Emilia mumbled.

"Yes," Amaras said softly. "It is real."

"But... why?"

"Well," he replied, "why not?"

Amaras laughed heartily.

Then, at last, he began to explain the truth—the real reason behind all of this.

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A while later...

"I see..." Emilia muttered, finally understanding Amaras’s intention.

It was actually very simple.

Due to the demonic invasion hundreds of years ago, the Kingdom of Lionera had fallen and disappeared forever.

However, thanks to the Goddess of Death taking Amaras’s soul back to serve her, it didn’t end there.

Under her rule, Amaras was able to become an undead dungeon boss. There, he had been waiting all this time for someone powerful and impressive enough to inherit his legacy.

That way, the Kingdom of Lionera could, in a sense, live on—not as a real, physical place anymore, but as a blessing. A gift meant for a hero, aiding them in the battle against the demonic forces of Abyssia once more.

And since Emilia had been incredibly impressive during this dungeon raid, the crown had chosen her.

Yes.

She was the one Amaras had been waiting for all this time.

The new King of Lionera.

"But... does that mean... no one else has been chosen for the past... how many years?"

"Eight hundred and forty-six years," Amaras replied.

"That’s crazy!"

"I know." Amaras chuckled.

Then he added, "Well, I’m not the one doing the choosing, you know. It’s the crown." He glanced toward the throne. "I thought it might be broken or something, having been trapped in this realm for so long... but apparently, you came and awakened it."

"Ahhh..." he breathed. "Honestly, it’s been forever since I’ve seen that light again."

As they spoke, the crown levitating above the throne continued to shine, its light so radiant it almost hurt to look at.

"Now then, Emilia Silvervein," Amaras said, half-joking and half-serious, "would you accept this honor... and spare me another eight hundred years of waiting?"

Gulp...

Emilia swallowed hard.

Because... yeah, on one hand, it was incredibly tempting.

After all, becoming the ruler of Lionera? How fucking cool was that?!

There was no reason to refuse. King Amaras was practically begging her to take it!

Well... not exactly begging, but close.

But on the other hand...

With such a great title and power, it would surely come with weight, too.

Right?

And none of that had been mentioned.

Emilia bit her lip.

"Y-Your Majesty... may I ask one question?" she said cautiously.

"Of course," Amaras replied.

"Is there... any special condition I should be mindful of? Like... if I become king, will I have to rule over a kingdom or something?"

"Haha, no, you silly girl!" Amaras laughed. "Our people are long dead. You won’t have to worry about governing them!"

Then his tone shifted slightly, as if remembering something.

"Well... actually," he corrected, "you may have to command a few undead into battle."

"I... I see..." Emilia murmured. "And what about... responsibilities?"

Amaras regarded her for a short moment

"Tell me," he said at last, "would you protect this world? Protect Arventia from the invasion of Abyssia?"

"Of course!" Emilia answered without hesitation. Her voice rose with conviction. "Stopping the demons is exactly why I’m here. As a Silvervein, it is my duty to step onto the battlefield and cut those bastards down—to protect our world!"

"And that," Amaras said, his tone heavy with pride, "is enough for me."

He stepped forward, his cape stirring like a banner in an unseen wind.

"Girl... all we ask is that you be strong. That you bear our legacy, and that you lead us once more onto the battlefield, so that we may fight again for this world!"

Hearing those words, Emilia’s heart began to pound.

She understood now—and she respected Amaras even more.

Because even after death... even though he deserved eternal rest... he still wished to fight.

"So," Amaras asked, "what do you say?"

"Yes." Emilia nodded.

"VERY GOOD!"

Amaras roared, gripping her shoulders so tightly it almost hurt.

The joy in his voice was overwhelming, as though the weight of eight hundred years had finally cracked apart.

The Deathguards froze for a moment...

Then erupted.

"YESSS!"

"HELL YEAH!"

"GLORY TO LIONERA!"

"GLORY TO OUR KING!"

Their voices thundered through the gilded hall, shaking the very air.

Then they struck their fists against their chests in salute and began to sing Lionera’s anthem.

The melody was so powerful, so enchanting, so filled with a pride that refused to die.

"Glory to the lion, crowned in flame,

Steel in our hands, honor in our name!

March on, march on, through death and night,

By crown and sword, by blood and pride...

...

Holy shitttt! This is amazing!

Mimi watched the scene unfold, unable to stop herself from tearing up. Her cat eyes turned glossy, the tears pooling until her vision blurred.

Master... I’m so proud.

So proud of you!

Master is going to be a wonderful king. I just know it!

Now go on, Master... take that crown!

At last, Amaras gestured toward the throne.

"Now then," he said, his voice steady and solemn, "the time has come for you to succeed me, new King of Lionera. All you must do... is wear the crown."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Emilia answered at once.

She struck her fist to her chest and nodded, her eyes burning with determination.

Then Amaras led her forward.

With great care, he lifted the crown from the throne, raising it high as Emilia took her seat.

And then—slowly, reverently—he lowered it toward her head.

The crown shimmered.

Its shape shifted like a living artifact, reshaping itself to fit its chosen bearer. The heavy golden circlet softened into something more elegant... a radiant tiara of pure gold, resting perfectly upon Emilia’s brow.