Unsheathing his great darksword, Markus planted it into the ground in front. Reaching for his helmet with his now free hands, he undid the buckles and revealed his ethereal, candle flame contour. A roar of shock erupted throughout the crowd, only silence by his fierce and burning glance moving across the entirety of the audience.
Only a handful had known his true identity, but now they all knew. However, it mattered not. The war to end all of Atlaris was coming, and now was far from the time to keep such secrets. Thus, better it be revealed now than in the heat of battle and war. Besides…
"So he's a spirit too?!"
"I-I guess if anyone would have a spirit guardian, it would be our lord Milo, right?"
"A spirit wife and guard…"
The people saw it fitting for the sagacious king to have a spirit for a bodyguard. After all, his own soul was bound to one, Viola–his beloved wife.
