Chapter 97: Everything secret becomes clear (2)
"...The Black King?”
“Hm?”
“What is it, Arno?”
“N-Nothing. It’s... nothing....”
Arno blinked, visibly confused, as he took down the troublesome guards of the illegal gambling den in response to Kunta’s question.
He thought he had seen a black lion appear briefly behind the black-haired youth.
“The Black King of the North? ...As my grandmother said, one cannot inherit the Black King unless the current heir dies... Could it be an illusion?”
His grandmother, Sword Master Felicia, had once sat him on her knee, sharing countless tales from the past. One that particularly struck him was the legend of Lionel’s mysterious [Black King].
The Black King was a supreme mystical power that only Lionel could wield, said to be on par with an Aura User.
Yet, for one to inherit such power, the current heir would have to either die or have it forcibly taken, leading Arno to dismiss it as an illusion.
Or perhaps, cautiously, he speculated it might be another unique quality possessed by Roen, like the black sword aura he’d displayed the day before.
After all, there was no way such a singular power could exist in two forms at the same time....