‘Rise Of Evil’ vol:4

Wielders of the Excalibur always make big changes to the world. They will always be the king of their country, bringing peace to the world.

“Arthur, are you awake?” Johnny asked.

“I wasn’t until you woke me up!” Arthur replied.

“So sorry but I got good news.” Johnny said.

“What kind of good news is better than my sleep?” Arthur questioned, frustrated.

“Well, apparently you are the king now,” Johnny answered.

“Are you sure? That sounds like a joke,” Arthur did not believe it a single bit, and so he turned around to return to his sleep.

All of Arthur’s seniors rushed into his room. They all looked shocked and disbelieving.

“Arthur, how are you crowned as the king? I can’t believe my ears!” Barrie asked hurriedly.

“You see, he faced off a few millions of enemies on his own and successfully defeated them, and he also pulled out the legendary sword Excalibur.” Cisco reminded them.

“Oh, I remember other things too. The last welder of the sword told us that whoever wields the sword will be the new king of this kingdom. The other thing Is that if the sword is pulled out, there is going to be a great war coming soon,” Johnny said, “According to the prophecy.”

“Great war?! Our kingdom just had such an impactful war that happened seven days ago. How can we be able to take another one of this! It…it…it is basically impossible!” Barrie replied in a cracked and shocked voice.

“Hold on, you said who is going to be the king?” Arthur asked “Me?”

“Yes it is you! I don’t what kind of luck you just had to get there! I’m so jealous!” Barrie yelled.

“Yeah, we all know how capable you are. Right?” Cisco answered.

All the others agreed as they pulled their thumbs up and nodded their heads.

“Come on…” Barrie sighed.

Few weeks later after Arthur had fully recovered. He was then officially announced as the king.

“Young man, I am hoping you will guide us and make great changes to our country,” the old king said.

The old king humbly stepped off his throne, taking off his crown and placing it on Arthur’s head.

“May the prophecy bless you.”