Novel & Cerita Black Clover Wizard King Name

The old man, who was none other than his father, seemed to be holding back his anger. "FELIX!" The king shouted loudly after that, calling out to someone who immediately appeared next to him. An old man with jet black hair and carrying a tube filled with green liquid in his hand. Kevin frowned, staring intently at the tube filled with liquid. "Who are you?! What are you carrying?!" Kevin asked, staring intently at the man who was now standing next to his father. "Respect to His Highness Prince Kevin. I am Felix, the greatest potions wizard in this kingdom." Felix bowed respectfully while introducing himself.

I frowned at his condition as I asked-" What happened to you? Who did this?" He said while panting-" K-king Alan!!!!" A faint whisper lingered around the room as soon as they heard the name. King Alan, from the kingdom of Albion. Albion was one of the strongest kingdoms in WitchLands now. Alan was a fearless and merciless king. On the run to conquer the kingdoms. Known as the beast slayer. He was a Demi god-king on Earth. As he is half-god and half wizard. Son of Annabeth Case the brainchild and wizard William from WitchLand.

Is he a magician? There were several questions drawn into my head as of now. Judie and Kevin breathed out releasing their thoughts exhaustedly. “Oh, we forgot to thank you for saving our lives from the wolves. My name is Judie, Clark’s adoptive parents and this is Kevin, his best friend.” Judie politely extended her hands to the old man. “My name is Merlin. I am a sorcerer in Greendale.” He simply replied. “A sorcerer?” Kevin raised his shoulder and locked his arms at the back of his head.

And the second-best thing that would happen after that would be if it were Ren. The wizard king stood in the center in his deep violet robe. It was trimmed with ancient runes that shimmered gold under the moonlight. A hood shadowed most of his hardened face, but Wayne could still make out the black tattoos running down the side of his neck like the veins that are impossible to go unnoticed. A polished bone staff stood in his hand, glowing faintly from the crystal embedded at the top of it.

He walked to the window. Looked out over the city. Lights flickered below. Alive. Unaware. A faint, humorless smile touched his lips. “So…” His voice was low. Almost thoughtful. “The king of the underground.” A pause. His eyes darkened slightly. “My son.” The words came easier this time. Not softer. But accepted. His head tilted slightly. “If he rules…” A breath. “Then I rule.” Not dominance. Not greed. Something else. Recognition. Blood. Legacy.

The air grew colder — heavier. “Enough,” came a deep voice, smooth but dark as poison. The Evil King. He stepped into the room, and the torches along the wall flared brighter as if bowing to his presence. His black armor gleamed faintly, his red eyes sharp as blades. His presence alone pressed against my chest like a weight, making it hard to breathe. “Aria Blackwood,” he said slowly, almost amused. “Daughter of Johnathan Blackwood. The Luna of the Royal Pack.”

King Vaelreth stood near the entrance of the courtyard, his dark cloak stirring slightly in the cold morning wind. Adrian had not heard him approach. That alone said something about the king. Vaelreth was tall even by demon standards, his broad frame casting a long shadow across the stone. The jagged crown resting between his horns caught the faint gray light, glinting like sharpened metal. Golden eyes studied Adrian with quiet focus. “Rise.” Adrian stood. The sword remained in his hand, though the blade now rested against the ground. Vaelreth stepped slowly into the courtyard.

“His name was Arthur; he was the first Royal of your line, Your Majesty.” His namesake. Arthur wet his lips. “What can you tell me about him?” “King Arthur I united the werewolf kingdoms under his banner to fight the vampires… my grandmother said he didn’t want to be king. He only wanted peace.” “Was he successful?” “They say that the time of King Arthur I was one of the most peaceful times of the werewolf kingdom… followed closely by your grandfather’s reign.” He thanked her for the information and left. “Your Majesty?” He stopped and looked back at her. “If you are interested in learning more about King Arthur I, his office is in the north wing on the first floor.”

At that time how does he look like and how will the people around him reacted till now. Victoria who was with Lan said" No my little head uncle is not angry or dangeous with both of us. He will never harm us. you have to remmebr that. Uncle is the King Alexander knight of Country A. He is the one who protects the country and look after the people of the country. He is the person whom God had choosen to rule the certain land and work and protect the people of that land. Always remmebr he is no harm to us. He is a protector a brave soiler who fought for the country and the kind king of Country A".