On the streets of the Royal Capital of Lugunica, sunlight spilled onto the roads, reflecting a warm glow.
Along both sides of the street, shops stood in rows, their signs gently swaying in the breeze, emitting faint creaking sounds.
The air was filled with the aroma of fresh bread, the fragrance drifting from the flower market, and the scent of charcoal from the distant blacksmith’s shop.
Pedestrians came and went, the shouts of vendors and the laughter of children intertwined, like a harmonious urban symphony.
A young man in a white Knights Order uniform walked slowly through the crowd, his figure as tall as a pine, his epaulets glinting in the sunlight.
The knight’s features were exquisitely sculpted, with a heroic air between his brows, a high nose bridge, and a handsome face that was hard to look away from, as if every line had been meticulously carved, possessing both the resolve of a warrior and the elegance of a nobleman.
However, what was most striking was not his appearance, but his short, sky-blue hair, which shimmered faintly in the sunlight.
His eyes were even more unforgettable—a pair of clear, sapphire-like pupils, deep and bright, as if they could reflect the deepest emotions in one’s heart.
His gaze swept around, taking in the prosperity and tranquility of the city—an artist on the street corner was playing a lively tune, drawing passersby to stop and listen; vendors enthusiastically promoted their goods to customers, their faces beaming with smiles; a mother and daughter walked hand in hand, softly choosing fabrics, their eyes full of happiness.
His heart warmed, and his steps unconsciously slowed; he truly wanted to stop and feel the city’s serenity.
But his fingertips touched the cold hilt of his sword, and he immediately sobered up—he had a mission, and there was no time to delay.
The young man sighed softly, withdrew his gaze, and was about to quicken his pace when he was interrupted by a warm greeting.
“Good morning, Sir Carlisle!” a fruit vendor waved at him, the apples in his hand gleaming invitingly in the sunlight.
“Sir Carlisle, it’s such a beautiful day today!” the barbecue stall owner next to him wiped his hands, his face full of smiles, the skewers on the charcoal sizzling and emitting an appetizing aroma.
“Sir Carlisle, would you like to try some freshly baked bread?” a bakery owner lifted the curtain, and the warm, fragrant scent of bread instantly wafted out, drawing the attention of passersby.
The people on the street also stopped, casting respectful glances at him.
Children excitedly gathered around him, their eyes full of admiration, yet not daring to get too close, only timidly calling out, “Sir Carlisle!”
Carlisle paused slightly, then revealed a gentle smile.
He nodded, greeting everyone, his voice low but clear.
“Good morning, everyone.
May your businesses prosper and your day be peaceful and smooth.”
The young man, Carlisle Eltheran, was a member of the Knights Order of Lugunica.
However, he had another identity: he was a reincarnator from Earth.
One day, he went out to pick up a special effects toy he had bought online, and in the blink of an eye, he found himself reincarnated into this world.
It was strange.
How did he die?
In his memory, he didn’t see any large trucks; he truly just reincarnated as a baby into this world in the blink of an eye.
Memories of his past life were like a distant dream; in that dream, he was alone, unattached, and his only regret was probably that he would never again see the hero shows that had once thrilled him.
The figures of heroes, the passionate battles, and those inspiring lines of dialogue were once the few bright spots in his ordinary life.
Now, even this faint light had dissipated with his reincarnation, becoming an unreachable past.
What was even more frustrating was that even after coming to another world, he was still an orphan, with no family or parents to rely on.
However, fate seemed not to have completely forgotten him.
When Carlisle was young, by chance, he displayed astonishing talent in the orphanage’s classroom—he had a natural affinity for both swordsmanship and magic.
After only a few practices, his sword moves were sharp and precise, as if they had been honed through countless trials, and his magical talent was even more terrifying; he had adaptability to all six types of magic attributes, possessing the ability to master any kind of magic.
The orphanage director witnessed all of this.
Not long after, the director made a decision.
He sent Carlisle to the Knights Order of the Lugunica Kingdom to be trained as a prospective knight.
For Carlisle, this was undoubtedly an opportunity to change his fate.
He remembered that day, standing on the grand training ground of the Knights Order, a feeling of indescribable excitement and anticipation surging within him.
At that moment, he saw the dreams of his previous life shining before his eyes.
He had fantasized countless times about being able to fight for justice and belief like the heroes he had watched on TV.
Now, this dream seemed within reach.
He clenched his fists, secretly vowing in his heart that no matter how difficult the road ahead, he would become a true hero, protecting this land and those who needed help.
From that day on, Carlisle began his life as a knight.
He trained diligently, day after day wielding his sword and practicing magic, working even harder than others.
He knew this was fate’s second chance for him, and he would never let it slip through his fingertips.
Now, he had lived in this world for 19 years, had trusted friends, a belief he was determined to uphold, and a mission that had recently been assigned to him.
Currently, Lugunica is a country without a king.
The previous king died for unknown reasons, so only the five “Dragon Priestesses” acknowledged by the Dragon are qualified to possess a badge with a dragon emblem and participate in the royal election.
And the mission he was given was to become the guardian knight of the fourth “Dragon Priestess,” Lady Emilia!
It was strange that he would become the guardian knight of a Dragon Priestess; it was due to a deal between the kingdom’s strongest mage, Roswaal L.
Mathers, and the Council of Sages.
Roswaal, the mage rumored to be unfathomably deep and almost invincible in strength, had found the fourth Dragon Priestess and proposed an unexpected reward to the Council of Sages—she specifically requested that Carlisle become Emilia’s guardian knight.
This request surprised everyone, including Carlisle himself.
He considered himself nothing more than an ordinary knight; although exceptionally talented, he was not particularly outstanding compared to the renowned powerhouses in the kingdom.
However, Roswaal seemed to hold him in exceptionally high regard.
Today was supposed to be the day Carlisle, as Emilia’s guardian knight, would meet her for the first time and pledge his loyalty.
However, news arrived—Emilia was missing.
This Dragon Priestess had become separated from Roswaal’s people after arriving in the Royal Capital.
When Carlisle heard this news, he felt both helplessness and worry.
Although the Royal Capital was prosperous, it also hid countless unknown dangers, and Emilia’s identity was so special; if she were targeted by someone with ill intentions, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Carlisle’s mission was to find Lady Emilia in the Royal Capital.
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