Levi Garrison: The Return of the God of War [The Protector] Chapter 1456

“Eh?” The men exclaimed, flabbergasted at George's public display of his unexpected allegiance. The best fighter of Westford is on his knees before Levi? What is going on? After witnessing the defeat of the others before, George remained their best hope at defeating Levi once and for all. “Master, forgive me for my late arrival!” said George to Levi. “Not at all, you're just in time,” said Levi, courteously. “Master?” Albus repeated incredulously, unsure if they had heard him right. Did George just address Levi as “Master”? “What are you doing, George?” Albus shouted. “You're embarrassing the Great Family of Westford! Have you no shame to kneel before some young hotshot despite being two hundred years old?” “He's right. George, you're bringing shame to the rest of us,” came several other disdainful voices. “Can you beat him?” George asked as he looked around at his accusers. “We...” The men found their throats constricted by the truth in George's words. They were indeed no match for him. Even the best of the best fighters of the Great Families were no match for Levi. “There you have it! You all are the real fools to proceed with your foolhardy quest. I'm sure that Thierry had advised you against doing such a thing.” At his words, all eyes turned to Thierry. George was right again. Thierry had been tirelessly advising them against provoking Levi but they did not heed him. In their defense, Thierry's claims on Levi's abilities seemed so exaggerated that they were hardly believable. With the influence and resources at the disposal of the Four Great Families, they did not think that they would have anything to fear from a lone fighter stripped of his dignity. Impossible! “Has Westford been bending the knee to him from the very beginning?” Albus cried out as the thought struck him. “That's right. He is the rightful leader of Westford,” said Thierry. “Was the movement of the hundred thousand men of Westford for him instead of you?” “That's right.” Thierry nodded. “Why would we be in need of a movement on such a large scale, anyway?” “I can't believe it,” exclaimed Lesale. “Though I admit that he is a skilled fighter, I don't see why you have to submit to him to such a degree. Even George is willing to call him Master.” “Unless...” Albus gasped in realization. “He is the Crown King!” “What?” The men began shouting in disbelief, their eyes bulging with shock. “How is that possible? The Crown King is dead!” Levi smiled as he fingered a ring. The crowd's eyes, glued onto him in disbelieving adoration, followed his tiny gesture. The Dragon Ring! The fact that he had the Dragon Ring in his possession, coupled with the evidence of his martial skill with his easy defeat of the top tier fighters of the Four Great Families, left no doubt in the minds of every person at the scene that he was indeed the Crown King. Besides, Levi's and the Crown King's simultaneous appearance in Keerea was hardly a coincidence. Turns out they were one and the same. Every piece of evidence had pointed at the irrefutable truth. At long last, the men finally believed Thierry and George. Levi was the legendary Crown King. “According to the laws, all of you should have been dead,” Levi said, good-naturedly. “I'm now offering you a second chance.” “The battle on Mount Drago had left me breathless with awe,” Albus proclaimed as he knelt before Levi. “Sire, the Great Family of Frostford is yours to command.” “The Great Family of Southford is at your service, sire!” One by one, led by Lesale, the men of Southford knelt in reverence. “The Great Family of Eastford pledges their allegiance, sire!” The Eastfords were the last to bend the knee. Though grudgingly, they were forced to acknowledge his obvious supremacy. “Congratulations, sire. The Four Great Families is yours to command.” Thierry and George offered their congratulations. Levi smiled at the unexpected turn of events. His original plan had been to soundly defeat the Four Great Families. With their submission to him, the forces at his fingertips had grown exponentially. At the very least, the Four Great Families' medicinal skills would ensure that there would be much fewer casualties on the battlefield. However, it was the Four Great Families that had approached him first, which was an outcome he had not foreseen.