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Chapter 18: Echoes of Self-Doubt

"But I have to ask you to put your faith in me..."

Those words had been spoken to him by the previous King himself, a monarch known for his wisdom and justice. Coward had once been in the presence of royalty, and those words had carried a weight that he had not fully comprehended at the time.

In his own eyes, Coward had always considered himself insignificant, a self-imposed moniker, "Coward the Horrible," had defined him for time he spend in this world He had believed that such words were not meant for someone like him, that they must have been addressed to individuals of greater importance and significance.

They resonated with him in a way he had not anticipated. They spoke of trust, faith, and the belief that even the most seemingly insignificant individuals could play a pivotal role in shaping the destiny of a kingdom.

Coward found himself pondering the significance of those words as he watched the young King take his place on the throne. In a world filled with political intrigue and power struggles, he couldn't help but wonder if, perhaps, there was a deeper meaning to the trust that had been placed in him by the previous King.

As the shadows of uncertainty loomed over the Kingdom of Elysium, Coward couldn't shake the feeling that he, too, had a part to play in the unfolding drama. The words of the wise King continued to echo in his mind, a reminder that faith and trust could be bestowed upon even the most unexpected of individuals, and that sometimes, it was the most seemingly insignificant who could make the greatest impact.

In the wake of the kingdom's upheaval and his own banishment, Coward stood on the precipice of his own emotional abyss. The weight of his perceived failures and the consequences of the title he had chosen bore down on him, a burden that seemed insurmountable. He blamed himself for the twisted narrative that had led to the dethronement of the true King, even though he had been a mere pawn in the grand scheme of deceit.

As he wandered through the wilderness, his footsteps heavy with the weight of his thoughts, he found himself haunted by the echoes of self-deprecation. His inner monologue was a relentless barrage of accusations, each one highlighting his supposed shortcomings and perceived faults. He didn't spare himself any mercy, didn't allow himself a moment of respite from the blame he placed upon his own shoulders.

The world of titles and magic, with its intricacies and mysteries, had always been a realm of wonder and power. Magic circuits, intricate pathways of energy within each individual, were conduits through which magic flowed. Those who possessed strong magic circuits could wield spells of incredible potency, tapping into the forces of nature itself. Titles, on the other hand, were a manifestation of an individual's character and deeds, often granting the title holder a magical boost that amplified their abilities.

Coward's situation, however, was an anomaly. He lacked the magic circuits that were the norm in this world, rendering him incapable of wielding magic. His title, the "Coward the Horrible," had become a paradox. It seemed to mock him, the very embodiment of his internal struggles and his belief that he was undeserving of honor or recognition.

In this world, titles were not just names – they were symbols of power, honor, and identity. Each title held a specific resonance, tapping into the magic circuits of the individual to grant them enhanced abilities. The more deeds an individual accomplished, the stronger their title became, fueling their magical prowess. It was a harmonious dance between deeds and magic, a cycle that defined the world's intricate balance.

As Coward pondered his own predicament, he began to realize the complexity of his situation. His lack of magic circuits made him an enigma, a presence that defied the norms of this world. And yet, even without the magic that defined so many, he had achieved remarkable feats. His deeds spoke volumes, his actions a testament to his character.