Ancient Imperial Calendar Year 1810
The day that had been eagerly awaited for years in the Kislavein Dynasty had finally arrived, today would finally reveal the Heir of the Kislavein Dynasty and the Western Lands
In the capital city of Kislavathor, people were eagerly awaiting the cheers that would rise from the Colosseum, the person whose name was mentioned in the cheers would be the future Dynasty Lord
The people, the army, and even the countless Dynasties ruling the Western Lands were secretly placing bets among themselves on who would win
Everyone was in great excitement and curiosity, who would be the Heir of the throne of Kislavein and the West, Seth or Ricardo, the answer would be revealed today
Seth had had a sleepless night, his tiredness and weakness were evident in his eyes. Seth's close friends noticed this situation and started to worry.
"Young Lord, why didn't you rest? Today is the most important day of your life. You could die with one mistake."
Feeling guilty in the face of his close friend Qervin's concern, Seth stood up and washed his face with his usual fake smile.
"Don't worry, even though I don't look like it, I'm full of energy. Go and get ready."
Although they didn't really believe their young Lord's words, obeying the order from the Lord in the West was almost a genetic thing.
When his friends left the room, Seth started to prepare
When his preparations were finished, he drew his sword and looked at it for a long time, it was given to him by the sword master
"Forgive me master, this is the right thing to do"
When Seth came out of his room, all the seniors loyal to him were waiting for him right outside his room
When the seniors saw their Young Lord Seth, they knelt down, bowed their heads and started to speak in a deep and powerful voice
"OUR YOUNG LORD SETH WE SWEAR TO CARRY YOU TO VICTORY TODAY"
This welcome made Seth very emotional, he wanted to thank them all but he couldn't, he was a Kislavein, such nonsense as emotion couldn't exist in his book
Seth just had to follow the tradition, he should have drawn his sword and raised it in the air and continued the oath, but he thought darkly inside
"What would happen if I stopped being a kislavein at least once today?"
These thoughts crossed his mind, he raised his hand in the air, this meant everyone should stand up. Seth's subordinates could not make sense of this, but they obeyed the order.
When everyone stood up, Seth would make a move that would never be expected from a Kislavein.
"Thank you all, I am grateful to you for being with me all the way here."
Everyone in the hall was speechless in surprise, what they heard could not be true, did a Kislavein Prince thank them?
Some thought they had heard wrong, some thought they were dreaming, no one could believe it.
As they tried to get over the shock, Seth continued his speech
"We walked this far together, many of our friends died for me and you probably prepared yourself for death
If it was possible, I would want a path where no one would die
I tried to save as many as I could but it didn't work
Many people died but I can promise you one thing
No one will die today"
No one could believe what they were hearing, the students were whispering among themselves
"Did a Young Lord say thank you?
"Will no one die?"
"Is that possible?"
"What did I just experience?"
Seth said nothing else, he walked past his subordinates, friends, and comrades
He didn't look at anyone's face, he just walked through them silently
In fact, Seth was walking slowly to see everyone one last time
He was looking at his friends' faces one last time
He knew he would never see them again
Ricardo woke up in great confusion, still thinking about his conversation with Seth last night
He still couldn't digest that conversation
"Was Seth sincere or was he just faking it to confuse me and make me hesitate, but
Those eyes, those attitudes were serious in every way, but what can we do, today both sides will fight to the death, what can we do from now on"
Ricardo got up from his bed
He started to prepare for the Final Battle at the Blood Academy
He put on his armor, cleared his mind of thoughts, drew his sword, looked at it for a while and sheathed it
He took a deep breath and when he opened his eyes he looked at himself in the mirror
He saw his face from his previous life, he looked at his face that was sharpened by wars, torn, strengthened, hardened
A tired old man with frowning eyebrows
He closed his eyes again and took a deep breath
"I'm not him anymore"
Ricardo opened his eyes and saw himself in the mirror and smiled
Although he never forgot his past, with his new identity he was now one, independent of the ashes of his past
He was Ricardo Kislavein, the future Lord of Kislavein
Ricardo turned around and headed towards the door
Ricardo was now ready for his final battle, both mentally and spiritually
When he left his room he saw his Subordinates waiting for him
They all knelt down at the same time, bowed their heads and began to speak with a strong voice
"YOUNG LORD RICARDO TODAY WE SWEAR TO CARRY YOU TO VICTORY"
Ricardo had read about this tradition in books in the library
Before the final battle, the subordinates would swear that they would lead their Young Lords to victory
Ricardo drew his sword and raised it in the air to fulfill his part of the tradition
"I, YOUNG LORD RICARDO, ACCEPT YOUR OATH TODAY VICTORY WILL BE OURS"
Ricardo's subordinates shouted with all their might
"LONG LIVE RICARDO"
"LONG LIVE RICARDO"
With cheers, Ricardo walked among his subordinates, friends and comrades and headed towards the coliseum for the battle that would take him to the Throne of Kislavein
At 12 o'clock, with the sun at its peak, the two armies met in the coliseum
both sides were ready to take and give their lives to make their Young Lord the Heir to the Throne
All the students and Masters of the Blood Academy were aware that this battle would be the last battle in the Blood Academy
There would be no more all-out battle to the death until the sons of the next Dynasty Lord grew up and came to the Academy
Besides, this war would determine the heir to the throne
The entire coliseum had their eyes wide open, people were afraid to even blink
They didn't want to miss even the smallest detail
The Head Master of the Blood Academy, Kisrael Kislavein, raised his sword
"Young Lord Seth, the Leader of the Upper Classes, and Young Lord Ricardo, the Leader of the Lower Classes, come to me"
Ricardo and Seth approached Kisrael, the two brothers were perhaps side by side without fighting for the last time
Ricardo wanted to draw his sword but the conversation from last night came to his mind
I don't want anyone to die because of me anymore"
When Ricardo remembered these words, he stopped drawing his sword and instead extended his hand
Everyone in the Colosseum was stunned, Master Kisrael
Even Orsman, who was watching the battle from a corner, didn't know what to say
Seth was also surprised but happy, he could entrust his friends to his brother without worrying
"Thank you Ricardo, I can't thank you enough, I wish I could shake your hand here, but I have a different role"
Seth drew his sword and handed it to Ricardo, while the people in the coliseum were expecting a second surprise, Seth was relieved to see that he had done what had to be done, of course this relief would be short-lived
Seth dropped his sword, while it was still in the air, he held the hilt upside down, raised his sword into the air and quickly stabbed it into his heart
Ricardo, Kisrael and even Orsman were stunned
Seth looked into Ricardo's eyes before he died
"Thank you Brother"
Ricardo was horrified
"Is it going to end like this again, my son, in my past life, are you enjoying committing suicide now?"
Everything happened in seconds, even those who boasted about their reflexes couldn't stop Seth
Seth's friends ran towards Seth's dead body to help in fear and terror
"YOUNG LORRRRD"
screams and wails shook the Colosseum
Those waiting outside the Colosseum couldn't make sense of the screams
Everyone was in shock, no one knew what to do
In fact, there was nothing left to do, Seth was dead, or rather, he had committed suicide
Kisrael raised his sword and shouted with all his might, strengthening his voice with meaning so that those outside the Colosseum could hear
"YOUNG LORD SETH COMMITTED SUICIDE YOUNG LORD RICARDO IS THE ABSOLUTE VICTOR OF THE WAR OF THE HEIRS"
Seth's friends were kneeling and crying, some of them were hugging Seth's dead body tightly
Ricardo's friends were shouting Ricardo's name and declaring his victory
Yes, there was no war that day, but Seth's sacrifice ensured that the names that would engrave their names in golden letters on the Kislavein Dynasty in the distant future would survive, and with this, the War of the Heirs ended with Ricardo's victory.