No one dared to breathe in the shocking silence. Raven slowly approached Isla, who was bowing while kneeling on one knee. 

Then Raven stretched out his hand and grabbed his friend and loyal subject on the shoulders, raising him up from his position. Isla raised his head and the two met their gaze for the first time in seven years.

Raven slowly took Isla into his embrace.

“You’ve done great. Thank you for everything, Elkin.”

“I always believed… that you would be safe. I never doubted it even for a second, my lord…”

Isla responded with red eyes. He felt deeply touched and joyful as his lord patted his back. He had been waiting seven years for this very moment.

“Y, your Majesty Isla. Is that person… No, t, that esteemed figure is truly…?”

Count Elven stuttered in disbelief. Both Raven and Isla turned towards him.

“Yes. The founding king of the great Pendragon Kingdom. This is my one and only monarch, King Alan Pendragon.”

“B, but his appearance…”

Count Elven spoke with an incredulous expression. He had seen Alan Pendragon in the past in the Great Territory of Alice, but the man in front of him looked vastly different.

“There were… certain circumstances, so this is how I look...