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Stop Calling Me "Mate"! I Only Defeated You Once, Not Married You! (Web Novel) - Volume 8, Chapter 63: Real or Counterfeit?
Volume 8, Chapter 63: Real or Counterfeit?
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Atos... returning in force.Leon had actually thought of this just now as well.
In ancient times, Apollo used his own life and power to ignite the sun and bring light to the Samael Continent—meaning a portion of Apollo’s power exists within the sun.
And once the sun goes out, Apollo’s power will dissipate with it.
That would mean the seal on the Void Gate will loosen.
This is indeed another way to open the channel that links the Void to Samael.
So Leon also wondered: the sun that had shown no anomalies for tens of thousands of years suddenly begins to go out—could this be related to the Void?
Is Atos behind it?
Or are the shards of the demon sword he left in the Samael world stirring up trouble?
“In that case, City Lord Fuyuan, we must attempt to reignite the sun immediately.”
Odin’s voice cut off Leon’s thoughts.
Fuyuan’s brows were still furrowed. After a brief silence, he spoke in a low voice:
“At this point, there’s no other way.”
As he said this, Fuyuan turned to look at the old City Lord, just as he had several times earlier, seeking the old City Lord’s opinion with his eyes.
Seeing this, Morgan couldn’t help muttering under his breath:
“When the sun went out earlier, wasn’t City Lord Fuyuan the city lord? Why does this youngster look to that old man for everything?”
Leon could only give a helpless smile:
“Looks like it’s tradition—there are factions on the dragon side.”
Among the long-lived Dragons, you don’t get this kind of “puppet emperor” phenomenon.
A former Dragon King was the absolute leader who held real power. As for an elder Dragon King under the current ruler, at most he’d offer a bit of advice. Someone like the old City Lord of the Blazing Sun actually holding the reins—such a thing would never happen.
The old City Lord sighed, lifting the cane inlaid with a purple gem as he stepped forward.
“Time is short for us. Fuyuan, go fetch the Golden Helmet. We’ll attempt to kindle the flame at once.”
Fuyuan’s eyes were hesitant at first, but gradually firmed.
“I understand, old City Lord.”
...
An hour later, the Blazing Sun City guard had cleared all Blazing Sun citizens from the city square.
They knew a paper can’t wrap fire forever, but at such a critical moment, they would stall as long as they could; otherwise, Fuyuan and the others would have to split their focus to calm the crowd’s emotions.
On the viewing platform, Orion Pyx held a delicate wooden box in both hands and walked slowly to the center of everyone’s sight.
The new and old City Lords stood to the left and right of the box.
Gazing at the box, Fuyuan’s eyes and emotions were a tangle.
There was expectation, confusion, and guilt...
After all, every Blazing Sun hero chosen before had, without exception, failed to be acknowledged by the Golden Helmet.
Nothing had changed now, and no one knew what would happen.
“Is that the Golden Helmet in there?”
Morgan folded his arms across his chest, jerked his chin at the box, and murmured:
“For something that can reignite the sun, you’d expect it to look, I don’t know, sovereign above the heavens, ‘only I reign supreme’ or something. Doesn’t this seem a bit... plain?”
“Utterly careless, Morgan.”
Claudia spoke softly:
“The Silver Dragon prince can defeat you in a single move. An A-rank spell—and this situation—are the same in principle.”
Leon: ??
“What’s this have to do with me?”
Morgan chuckled, shook his head, and stopped babbling.
The old City Lord sighed again.
“In the end we still have to face this head-on. Fuyuan, open it.”
“Yes, old City Lord.”
Fuyuan stepped forward, reached out with both hands, and slowly unlatched the clasps on the wooden box.
Click—
The clasps opened. He gently lifted the lid of the box.
Inside lay a golden helmet.
Its lines were sharp and its form magnificent. Even without containing the power of the sun, just from its appearance, this helmet was a priceless treasure.
Even Claudia, who was always well-traveled and well-informed, was shaken by the helmet’s shining golden radiance.
The Dragons fell silent, their discussions halting.
“The Light of the Blazing Sun—descendants of Apollo. This is far stronger than common treasures.”
“But can a single helmet really reignite the sun?”
“It doesn’t sound very plausible...”
“That’s a mistaken way to put it. A helmet is meant to be worn. So I think the one who wears it is the true key to rekindling the sun.”
“...”
Yet amid the discussion, only two people remained silent.
No—rather than silence, it was... doubt and contemplation.
Leon stared hard at the Golden Helmet in the box, his eyes full of shock and surprise.
After a moment, he lifted a hand to cover his mouth, then turned his head to look at Constantine beside him.
“Hey, fire-breather, is there something wrong with my memory, or is that helmet—”
Old Kang’s expression was grave. Before Leon could finish, he said directly:
“That’s right. The Blazing Sun clan’s Golden Helmet is exactly the same as the helmet in our Red Flame Dragon treasure vault.”
Not long ago, Leon had gone with Claudia, Isha, and the others to Saint Heath Academy to take part in the selection assessment for vice principal.
One segment of the assessment involved making a choice—candidates were to use their own disposition and convictions to judge what was truly precious. At the time, Leon’s choice was Old Kang.
Naturally, Constantine was generous, too, contributing that precious Emerald Dragon’s Tears to support Leon’s bid.
And in the Red Flame Dragon vault where that precious Emerald Dragon’s Tears was stored, Leon had inadvertently seen a golden helmet.
Though he’d only seen it once, the imposing helmet had left a deep impression on him.
So at the very instant he saw the Blazing Sun clan’s Golden Helmet, he thought of the one at Old Kang’s place.
“The two helmets are basically... identical!”
“But how is that possible...”
Leon said softly:
“Didn’t you say the helmet in your vault has been there since you were a kid? Why is it appearing here with the Blazing Sun clan now? Are there actually two helmets?”
Constantine’s brows pressed down.
“I don’t know what’s going on either. But for now, don’t make a fuss—let’s watch and see. As for the one at my place, it’s hard to say it’s fake. There are counterfeits among Aisai-grade treasures.”
Leon arched a brow and, making bitter fun of it, quipped:
“You’re worried people will find out the Red Flame Dragon King keeps a pirated knockoff at home, aren’t you?”
Old Kang shot him a look and said nothing.
“City Lord, since the Golden Helmet has been brought out, why not act at once to reignite the sun?” Odin asked in a deep voice.
Fuyuan carefully lifted the Golden Helmet in both hands, took a sip of water, and said:
“Lord Odin, just as I said a moment ago—over countless years, not a single member of our Blazing Sun clan has been able to master this Golden Helmet. Do you know what became of those who failed?”
At these words, Odin and the others didn’t need it spelled out—they understood.
Leon and Rosvisser had previously learned through Orion Pyx’s investigation that all the Blazing Sun heroes who failed were consumed by the Golden Helmet’s power and burned to ash.
The atmosphere on the viewing platform congealed once more.
On one side was the sun about to go completely dark, an impending crisis right before their eyes, and on the other was the unmasterable Golden Helmet—failure meant a horrific end.
A small hand gripped Rosvisser’s sleeve tightly.
Rosvisser bent down and gathered her little daughter into her arms.
“Don’t be afraid, Muse. Mommy will always be right here with you.”
No matter what she’d been through, Muse was still not yet ten years old. The suffocating atmosphere at the scene left her unable to say a word; she could only bury her little head in Rosvisser’s embrace.
Leon reached out and stroked his daughter’s hair, offering timely comfort.
Before long, they heard the old City Lord speak:
“Then... let me do it.”
At that, Fuyuan started.
“Th-that’s impossible! Old City Lord, you’re the foundation of the Blazing Sun as it stands. The future of the Blazing Sun depends on you, so nothing can be allowed to happen to you.”
Hearing this, Morgan still couldn’t help muttering under his breath:
“If you ask me, don’t let the kid look on—just let the old man take office again. Not a shred of decisiveness or guts—he really can’t compare to the old one.”
But Odin slowly shook his head.
“That’s the old fellow’s line. Just watch—the tower won’t let him throw his life away.”
Morgan blinked and then obediently shut his mouth, waiting to see what kind of back-and-forth the two City Lords meant to put on.
“But this is also a method of last resort, Fuyuan.”
The old City Lord sighed.
“I’ve cultivated you for many years—been both teacher and father to you. Now you’ve become the youngest City Lord in the history of the Blazing Sun. I have no regrets. So let me put on the helmet and give it a try.”
“Absolutely not!!”
Fuyuan shielded the Golden Helmet with a death grip.
“Old City Lord, nothing must happen to you.”
Lowering his head to look at the helmet in his hands, Fuyuan’s mind raced for a moment. Then, clenching his teeth, he declared with resolve:
“If anyone is to wear it... it can only be me!”
