What was the sun?
It sounded like a simple question.
When this question appeared in Shaya's mind, he immediately thought of the key features of the sun:
"Eternal Star."
"Sphere."
"There is a large amount of hydrogen on it, about three-quarters of the total mass of the sun.”
"It's the only star in the solar system, and it's also the main body of the solar system.”
Shaya answered without hesitation.
He wasn't even a professional astronomy enthusiast.
Otherwise, he could have answered more.
Unfortunately, the sword spirit of the Sacred Sun Sword seemed to have not heard his answer.
It was still repeating the phrase " What is the sun?", like a recorder that did not know fatigue and would never stop.
"You're not satisfied with my answer!”
Shaya thought about it carefully.
He realized that his answer was indeed a little inappropriate.
He changed his train of thought slightly.
If at this moment, the sword in the stone that symbolized the royal power was not the Sun Sword in her hand.
The question that appeared in her mind was no longer " what is the sun ", but " what is the king ".
How should she answer?
Could it be that he repeated the dictionary's explanation of 'king' exactly like him?
"Hmm…it really won't work."
The textbook answer was indeed the standard answer.
But now was not the time to use these 'standard answers' at all.
A holy sword with a will would choose a master who was compatible with it.
"In other words, I need to describe my understanding of the sun.”
After some careful consideration, Shaya roughly understood the logic of the holy sword.
But at the same time, he fell into a deeper silence.
Because he didn't know.
What should the sun in his heart look like?
……
What did the sun look like?
This was a difficult question to answer.
In the eyes of a thousand readers, there were a thousand different Hamlets.
Even if the same person faced the same thing, they would come to different conclusions because of the time, angle, and state of mind.
Just like Shaya at this moment.
If it was before he transmigrated, he might have thought of some other people or things after hearing this question.
However, for Shaya, who had already merged with Altolia's soul, when he tried to calm down and think about this question carefully, he felt that it was a very important question.
However, he was shocked to find that his mind was filled with the image of Altoria.
- Not this Artolia.
It was Artolia Pandora, who was crowned as the Knight King and continued the last glory of the era of the gods with her own strength.
Shaya was certain.
The king who would hold on to his noble ideals until the end of his life was the true sun.
Although she failed, her holy ideals and courage inspired countless descendants to embark on the path of danger and glory.
From this point of view, she was like the sunset sun.
Even though dusk was approaching and falling was inevitable. She also shared her radiance with the stars, allowing the night sky that should have been dark to have light again.
Hence, Shaya almost shouted the answer " the king is the sun " to the sword spirit of the rotating sword of victory without hesitation.
However, just as he was about to speak…
Shaya's heart suddenly throbbed.
His heart told him.
This answer wasn't the truest answer in his heart.
The sun that he had been looking forward to was definitely not the Knight King named Artolia Pandora.
Or rather, she used to be.
However, the moment she " descended the mountain ", she was no longer the same.
Yesterday's sun could not illuminate today's sky.
Only those who lived today could dispel the darkness and illuminate the real future.
For Shaya, where was the sun of 'today'?
"So…the karma between us is actually connected here?”
He looked at the dazzling golden sword of the King.
At this moment, Shaya already knew the real answer.
"The king will fail and die."
"But that sacred and noble ideal will never disappear.”
" Instead, like the setting sun, it will share its light with the stars and illuminate the dark night.”
" At the same time, the 'stars' that have received the light will chase after the king's back and continue on the path of glory and danger.”
"At this moment, those tiny stars are no longer stars.”
"It became a new sun!"
Yes, that's right.
This was the final answer that Shaya came up with after much deliberation.
"Since God is dead."
"Then I will be the new sun!"
……
"I am the sun!"
Shaya's words were like a small spark that ignited a barrel of explosives.
After hearing this sentence and completely feeling the realization hidden in it, he felt that he had already reached the peak of his cultivation. The Sacred Sun Sword, which had only been emitting a faint light a moment ago, exploded with a loud bang.
A scorching heat wave came from the rotating Sword of Victory and spread to the King-Choosing Sword that symbolized the royal power.
The flames of the sun burned the golden holy sword, which was already very bright. However, it gave Shaya the illusion that she was about to melt.
To him, this was a rather unpleasant memory.
This made him subconsciously recall the time when he had just transmigrated to the Sword in the Stone and was beaten by those unscrupulous demons.
However, there was something different from the pain at that time.
This time, this feeling of extreme pain only lasted for a short moment.
Before Shaya could scream in pain, the heatwave that surged up like a tide receded.
The radiance of the sun completely dissipated.
At this moment, there were no longer any traces of the Sword of Victory rotating on the stone table in front of Shaya.
However, what Shaya did not expect was…
When he came back to his senses and planned to count his gains from this operation...
"Sister…"
"Brother?"
It was a young girl with long golden hair and golden eyes. He was standing timidly within the Sword in the Stone, greeting him with a rather puzzled expression.
Beauty, who are you?
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