Black hair and a handsome, chiseled face.

“No. T, that’s not…?”

Many of the hundreds of nobles gathered had seen Alan Pendragon in the past. Even though Count Elven’s words as the governor-general of Edenfield were credible, they stared at Raven with disbelief.

Tap. Tap.

After being introduced by Count Elven, Raven slowly stepped forward. Then he started exuding the Spirit of the Dragon.

Something astounding took place.

“Huh!?”

“How…?”

The eyes of the nobles filled with shock and wonder.

A faint glow covered the face of the man introduced by Count Elven as the founding king of the Pendragon Kingdom. His face was gradually changing shape. His hair, which was obsidian black, gradually turned into a brilliant gold color. His sharp jawline also transformed into a smooth curve.

Finally, his black eyes became colored a brilliant blue.

“Ohh…!”

Soon, the faint glow disappeared, and some of the nobles trembled with shock.

“Alan Pendragon! It truly is His Majesty Alan Pendragon, the founding king of the Pendragon Kingdom!”

“I remember the face from seven years ago! It really is the founding king of...