In the previous chapter, Solomon, with his wisdom and courage, steadily advanced within the Hall of Light, overcoming numerous challenges and proving his worth. However, fate's gears are always turning, often without warning.
On this particular day, the sunlight still bathed every corner of the Hall of Light, and Solomon, as usual, was deeply immersed in temple affairs. Suddenly, a messenger hurriedly burst into the room, dropping to one knee and urgently declaring, "Lord Solomon, there is an urgent letter from the Victoria family!"
A sharp pang of anxiety gripped Solomon's heart as he quickly accepted the letter. Upon opening it, his face instantly darkened with concern. "Lord Alexander has betrayed the family, colluding with external forces to attack the Victoria family. The family is facing an unprecedented crisis!" Solomon muttered under his breath, his eyes filled with a mix of anxiety and fury.
"I must return immediately!" Without hesitation, Solomon rushed to find the Archbishop. "Archbishop, my family is in grave danger. I beg you to grant me permission to return and aid them."
The Archbishop furrowed his brow, his expression one of deep concern. After a moment, he nodded and said, "Solomon, I understand your feelings. Family matters are of utmost importance. Go, and I hope you can resolve this crisis and return safely."
"Thank you, Archbishop! I will not disappoint your trust!" Solomon expressed his gratitude, before quickly mounting his horse and setting off on the journey home.
As he rode swiftly back to the Victoria estate, Solomon's mind raced, anxiety gnawing at him. The wind howled past his ears, but it did nothing to quell the storm brewing within him.
"Why would Lord Alexander betray the family in such a manner? The family is in turmoil, and how should I respond?" Solomon's brow furrowed, deep in thought. He knew that this crisis was no ordinary one. Alexander's treachery had thrown the family into chaos, and with external forces attacking, the family's defences were under immense pressure.
Finally, Solomon arrived at the Victoria family estate. The sight before him made his heart ache. The once peaceful and prosperous estate was now a battlefield—ruins and destruction lay in every direction. The air was thick with the smoke of battle, the sounds of clashing swords and anguished cries blending into a grim symphony.
"Curse you, Alexander! I will make you pay for your treachery!" Solomon clenched his fists in rage.
At that moment, the family's steward, Alfred, hurried towards him, his face weary and anxious. "Young Master Solomon, you've finally returned! The situation is dire. Lord Alexander has led the rebels, and with the support of external forces, we've lost many of our defences."
"Alfred, calm down. How are the family's younger members faring?" Solomon asked urgently.
"The family is divided into two factions. One side supports Lord Alexander, believing he can lead the family to greater glory; the other stands firmly against his betrayal, holding to the family's loyalty and honour. They're locked in fierce combat," Alfred replied helplessly.
"I see. Those supporting Alexander have been deceived by his sweet words. I must make them see the truth!" Solomon's eyes blazed with determination.
Without wasting another moment, Solomon joined the faction opposed to Lord Alexander's betrayal. On the battlefield, he was a force to be reckoned with. Holding the Sword of Stars, he fought with the ferocity of a warrior god, battling former enemies with unyielding resolve.
"You traitors, betraying the family for personal gain! Today, I shall bring you to justice!" Solomon roared.
"Ha! Solomon, do you think you can stop us? Lord Alexander is the one who will lead the family to strength. You're just a stubborn traditionalist!" one of the rebel soldiers sneered.
"Absurd! Alexander's actions are nothing but treason. He will only bring disaster to the family!" Solomon retorted angrily, his Sword of Stars gleaming with cold light as he swiftly cut down the rebel soldier.
The battle grew ever more intense, with Solomon fighting valiantly amidst the chaos. His figure moved like a shadow, weaving through enemies with deadly precision. Yet, just as he was locked in fierce combat with an enemy, a mysterious figure stood quietly at the edge of the battlefield, watching everything unfold. Cloaked in black, the figure's face was obscured, save for a pair of eyes that gleamed with a strange, ominous light.
"Heh, Solomon, do you think you can resolve this crisis so easily? The real show has only just begun…" the figure muttered under their breath before vanishing into the darkness.
Who is this mysterious figure? What is their true agenda? Will Solomon be able to resolve the family's crisis? All remains shrouded in uncertainty, leaving a sense of foreboding hanging in the air.
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