CROWNLESS REINCARNATION: NEW WORLD? NAH I'D WINC137: Queen of Krivos [1]
Chapter 137: Queen of Krivos [1]
[Eldergrove Town.]
The small cottage stood quiet beneath the thick canopy of trees.
Outside, the wind rustled through the leaves, but inside, the air was still.
"Hmm, looks like everything is ready."
Akamir mumbled as he sat cross-legged on the wooden floor, a thin layer of sweat already coating his back.
There wasn't much in the place except a few sources of light.
And a bowl of spirit herbs freshly plucked from the garden in the spirit world.
"You sure this will help?" Akamir asked, glancing at Nayomi.
She nodded in response. "Just trust me." She said. "It will make your work a lot easier."
Akamir nodded softly as he observed the herbs.
They shimmered faintly under the flickering light, their scent earthy and slightly sweet.
"Is there something I should keep in mind?" Akamir said, picking up the herb.
"Nothing." She said. "You already are both mentally and physically prepared for it."
Akamir nodded silently before he drew in a deep breath.
'Well, here goes nothing.'
He brought them to his lips and chewed slowly, forcing himself to swallow despite the bitter aftertaste.
He could already feel the reaction begin in his core—subtle at first, then strong enough to make his skin crawl.
'Alright, it's working.'
A faint heat spread through his body.
It started from his chest and moved outwards like a quiet wave.
His veins lit up faintly beneath his skin as if light traveled through them.
Then came the pain.
Akamir gritted his teeth as the herbs weren't gentle.
They were meant to purify and burn away all lingering impurities.
'Fuck it's painful.'
He felt it, his insides twisting, his breathing becoming shallow, and a tightness forming in his gut.
His skin itched, burned, then stung.
Black liquid began to seep out of his pores, thick and sticky, reeking of metal and rot.
It dripped down his arms and face, staining the mat beneath him, but he didn't move.
He couldn't. He simply shut his eyes and let it happen.
It went on for what felt like an hour.
When it was over, his breathing was slow but steady, and his body felt lighter like something that had always been inside him had finally been ripped out.
He opened his eyes and wiped his face with the cloth he had prepared earlier.
Then, without wasting a moment, he closed his eyes again and reached inward.
He found his core.
It pulsed in the center of his being, a glowing green orb of condensed energy. Familiar, stable, and now, incomplete.
He exhaled slowly.
'The first step was to empty it.'
He gathered his mana and began to draw it out in slow threads, dispersing them into the air.
'Okay, it's taking too much time.'
The flow was unstable and his limbs trembled in the process.
He paused more than once to catch his breath, but he kept going until he felt hollow inside.
Once empty, he focused again.
He began to draw in mana from the surroundings.
It was like forcing air into a container that kept pushing it back out.
His body wasn't used to this rhythm, and neither was his core.
The mana refused to settle at the start. It dispersed, scattered, or collapsed under its own pressure.
Akamir repeated the cycle again—emptying, refilling, adjusting, trying to push his boundaries further.
Time passed.
Akamir wasn't sure how long it's been since he sat there.
His muscles ached, his breath was shallow, but the glow inside his core was changing.
No longer green, but a faint hue of blue flickered at its center.
He pushed again and pressure in his chest built up until it felt like his ribs might crack.
And then—
Crack.
The sound echoed in his mind rather than his ears.
His body stilled.
He opened his eyes slowly.
The room hadn't changed, but something inside him had.
His mana felt different, it was deeper, smoother, colder even.
The once unstable flow was now steady.
He could feel it coursing through him like a quiet river.
He had broken through.
Blue core.
He sat still for a long moment.
Akamir finally drew in a deep breath. "It's over."
Nayomi floated over him as he lay on his back.
"Congratulations." She said, smiling brightly. "You are the youngest to reach Blue Core."
Akamir nodded, not really impressed. "...I see."
"And take a fucking bath." Nayomi said, pinching her nose. "You smell really bad."
Akamir chuckled softly. "...Yeah."
---
[Capital City.]
[Unknown place.]
"Is everyone here?"
Inara blinked as she sat on a chair placed at the head of a table.
'Where is Akamir anyway?'
She thought, glancing at all of them.
There were six people at the table with all of them well-known in the kingdom.
A short, bearded man to her right leaned forward, folding his arms.
"You didn't exactly give much notice. What's this meeting about?"
He was Neva—former advisor of the royal family who retired a few years ago.
"Like I said before." Inara said, her voice even. "I want the throne by tomorrow."
"It's easy for you to say, princess." It was a middle-aged man who spoke. "But have you noticed the condition of the palace."
Inara said nothing as he leaned on the chair.
After a while, she whispered. "I know... Lucien has already called his army."
It happened today in the evening, just a few hours ago.
Lucien, who was doing nothing for a while, suddenly has his army with him.
It was like they teleported to the capital city.
'And it might be true as well.'
There was no such technology within the Krivos Kingdom that can do so.
The only thing Inara could think of was the Sealed Artifact that elves have.
The one that allows them to travel a large distance in a short period of time.
'But why would elves be involved with Lucien?'
Inara wasn't sure what to make out of this situation.
"Even if we bring all our knights, which I am sure most will not do." Neva spoke once again. "...We still can't bring a proper army to win against Prince Lucien's army."
Inara rested her chin on her clasped hands, her gaze steady on the table.
She was sure he wasn't wrong with his assessment.
They really have no way of winning this internal dispute.
"I don't believe Lucien's working alone," Inara finally said. "And if the elves are backing him, then it's no longer just our internal problem."
The armored woman to her left narrowed her eyes. "You're suggesting we treat this like a foreign invasion?"
It was Maria, her personal knight.
"I'm saying we stop pretending this is just a family dispute," Inara replied. "I don't want outsiders to interfere."
A quiet murmur spread among the gathered nobles.
"What should we do then?" Lyselle asked, the youngest one there. "Any suggestions?"
Even though she wasn't a Duchess, Inara still added her in the meeting.
She was much more important, maybe not now, but after the succession.
Inara stood slowly, her chair scraping against the floor.
'Hmm, why are you making things difficult, Lucien?'
Inara thought as she walked towards the window.
From here, she could see the palace that stood tall.
Inara felt emotional as she stared at the thing that she had always desired.
Now...
When she was so close, she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed.
'Get a grip.' she thought. 'It's still not mine.'
Taking in a deep breath, she ordered.
"Gather all the force you can and station them in front of the palace tomorrow evening."
She ordered, her voice firm like a queen.
"I don't care the numbers, but they should be enough to distract them."
Neva looked at her back, unable to see through her.
"Why, my lady?" He asked. "Is there something—."
"My army will attack from behind."
Inara explained before he could finish his question.
"We will capture the palace before anyone could understand what happened."
All the nobles present there looked at her in confusion.
"Your army?"
Inara just smiled.
"Yeah..."
An image of the wheat-blonde-haired boy formed in her mind.
"My own army."
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CROWNLESS REINCARNATION: NEW WORLD? NAH I'D WINC138: Queen of Krivos [2]
Chapter 138: Queen of Krivos [2]
[Royal Palace, Capital City.]
[Lucien's POV.]
In the beautiful hallway, the sound of his boots echoed as Lucien walked toward the king's chamber.
The guards who once stood upright at every corner now shifted nervously as he passed, their eyes avoiding his.
With the king nearly dead, they knew he was practically their new king now.
They knew better than to look him in the eye now.
He stopped by the large window at the bend of the corridor and peered out.
Below him, the courtyard brimmed with life of soldiers.
His army had taken formation hours ago—tight ranks, polished armor, banners flying high.
Elite units lined both the central courtyard and the palace's outer gates.
Veterans of the campaign.
Generals that once kneeled before Aldirc now answered to him.
Knights that swore loyalty to the royal bloodline had quietly changed their allegiance.
Lucien watched them without emotion.
'Finally, they're mine.'
The border was vulnerable.
The Aure kingdom flank was practically open, but he didn't care.
'Let the kingdom bleed a little, I am doing it for the betterment of my people.'
He pushed open the heavy wooden door at the end of the corridor and entered the dimly lit room.
The scent of perfume failed to mask the stench of sickness inside.
A few candles flickered weakly on the shelves.
The large bed at the center of the room looked like a coffin with drapes.
And inside it, the king and his father, lay sunk into pillows, barely breathing.
King Aldirc's once broad frame had become a shell of his past.
His hair had turned fully white, his lips dry and cracked.
But his eyes still opened as Lucien approached.
"Still not dead?" Lucien muttered under his breath, pulling a chair beside the bed and sitting down like he owned the place.
Which he firmly believes, soon, he would.
"You've grown cruel..." the king rasped.
Lucien smiled faintly. "And you've grown useless."
He leaned back, arms crossed, gaze steady on the dying man.
"I thought I'd drop by. It's going to be a busy day tomorrow. Ceremony and all. You know, the one where you name me king?"
The king didn't respond. His chest moved slowly, like even breathing had become a task.
"Honestly, it should've happened years ago." Lucien clicked his tongue. "You waited too long, Father. Dragged your feet hoping he would come back."
He narrowed his eyes as he remembered his elder brother whom he killed with the help of Asher.
"My perfect elder brother, the one who died like a bitch."
Lucien stopped, gazing at his father's reaction.
A flicker of something in the king's eyes. Maybe guilt or maybe recognition.
Lucien leaned in slightly.
"I'll say this... at least he didn't beg."
King Aldirc's voice came again, barely above a whisper. "Did you... poison me?"
Lucien's smile vanished.
He stared at his father for a long moment, then laughed bitterly. "You know the answer already. Why bother asking?"
The king looked at him with eyes that didn't seem to recognize his own son.
Lucien's voice hardened, as he stared up at the ceiling.
"You should've handed it to me from the beginning. But no. You kept praising him. Grooming him like some golden fucking heir. And what was I?"
He stood now, pacing slowly. The words wouldn't stop.
"I was the one who cleaned up his failures. I was the one who did the things he was too pure to touch. I watched your stupid council pretend I didn't exist while I held this kingdom together from the shadows."
Did he actually do that?
No.
Lucien just believed that it was him who kept the kingdom in place.
He lived in his own delusional world but he only did one thing.
....He sold his kingdom to the elves.
He stopped at the foot of the bed, glaring down. "You made me a bastard in my own home."
Silence followed after that as the king didn't say anything.
He simply looked at him, his face pale and eyes blank.
Lucien breathed out and forced himself to calm down.
His tone dropped into something quieter and colder.
"Tomorrow, I'll take the crown. Officially. Everyone will watch it happen. Even the ones who hate me will bow."
He began to smile again, slow and venomous.
"And after that... I'll start building something better than anything you ever made. A kingdom that doesn't kneel to rotting traditions. A kingdom without soft rulers who die in their beds."
He stepped closer to the bedside and leaned down.
"Your generals will serve me. Your council will serve me. And your concubines?" He chuckled. "They'll serve me too."
The king closed his eyes.
Lucien watched his expression for a moment, expecting anger, shame, fear. But all he saw was... pity.
"You've lost yourself..." the king said faintly. "I don't know when... but somewhere, I lost you."
Lucien's smug face faded for a brief second.
Then he straightened up.
"You never had me to begin with."
He turned on his heel without another word, walking out of the room before he did something more dramatic.
He didn't need to as the old man would be dead within a day.
'I will kill him myself with my very own hands.'
The hall was quiet as he stepped out.
The guards at the door straightened quickly, saluting with stiff arms.
He ignored them and walked past.
Just around the next corner, a figure was waiting for him—tall, lean, and sharp-eyed.
His hair was tied in a braid, and eyes of deep obsidian colour.
Caldron grinned as he looked at him.
"You took your time," he said.
Lucien shrugged. "He was rambling."
The elf tilted his head. "And? Any problems?"
"None. He'll announce me tomorrow and then drop dead." Lucien grinned. "Perfect ending."
He studied him in silence for a second. "And the army?"
"They're in place," Lucien replied. "Just like we planned. The palace is locked down. Even if someone tries something, they won't get through."
Lucien started walking again, the elf falling in step beside him.
His mind was still playing back the look in Aldirc's eyes.
Pity.
What a joke.
He didn't need his father's pity. He didn't need his love. He didn't need anything but that crown.
Tomorrow, he would get it.
And after that, the real work would begin.
But.....
Just then he suddenly stopped as he looked back at him.
"Where is Inara?" Lucien asked, looking at the elf.
"She has been missing for a while." He replied, "you humans are full of incompetence, can't even catch a girl."
Lucien felt his anger spike as he heard the elf.
"And what about you?" He asked, turning fully at him. "Why the fuck is Asher still alive even after taking the poison?"
"That... I don't know." Caldron replied, shaking his head. "He must have a special physique or something."
Lucien clicked his tongue as he felt annoyance bubbling inside him.
"It doesn't matter." He grumbled. "I will humiliate him before taking his life."
Lucien had a grudge against the new Duke for quite some time.
Had it not been for the restriction on him, Lucien would try to kill him a million times.
"I would have him as my slave." He said aloud, his lips curling up. "He will live until my wedding with Zaina."
Lucien hadn't forgotten about the baron's daughter whom he fell in love with.
He planned to marry her as soon as he became the king.
'No matter how strong-willed she is, that girl can't say no to a king.'
"Ah, right." Lucien said, turning around. "Send the best of Aldirc's concubines to my room tonight."
Caldron looked at him with utter disgust but nodded nonetheless.
Elves, being the creatures of nature, only ever fall in love once.
They despise those who have more than one girl in their heart.
His only job was to protect Lucien, not to interfere with his personal life.
"And find fucking Inara!!" Lucien snapped, taking in deep breaths. "She can still be sold to Aure kingdom!"
Caldron nodded once as he glanced out of the window only to freeze in place.
"What are you staring...."
Lucien's annoyed voice slowly died down as he looked out as well.
With the sun dipping low on the horizon, an army marched towards them.
Leading the army was none other than Princess Inara.
For a moment, Lucien didn't move.
"...That bitch," he muttered.
From the distance, he couldn't see her face clearly, but her posture was unmistakable.
"Where the fuck was our intelligence!?" he snapped. "You said she was missing."
"She was...." Caldron whispered, unsure about that.
What could have happened with their intelligence?
Lucien didn't have time to explore the possibilities.
"Alarm everyone!!" Lucien ordered to the nearby soldiers. "Don't let that bitch inside no matter what!!"
Until this point, Lucien hadn't understood one thing.
He was fighting a war he had already lost.
---
[On the other side of the palace.]
"Hmm...."
Akamir stood tall as he stared at the army stationed on the outside of the palace.
Hidden beneath the leaves of a large tree, he kept himself hidden.
The army was strong.
Though not as strong as the one at the forefront, it was still a strong one.
Nayomi floated closely as she stared at them from his side.
She glanced at the young man who calmly looked at the army.
"Can you handle them?" She asked. "I mean, I know you are strong but it's still an army."
Akamir didn't say anything as he stood up on the tree branch.
He stretched his body, smiling softly. "Who do you think I am?"
Nayomi blinked innocently then smiled. "A foolish boy?"
"Nah." Akamir said as he stepped forward.
His body falling down alerted the army.
"It's King Akamir."
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Chapter 139: Queen of Krivos [3]
[Royal Palace - Other side.]
His body falling down alerted the army.
"It's King Akamir."
The moment he landed, the army immediately shifted.
Dust rose from the ground as boots shifted, forming clean lines and steady ranks.
Four separate branches of Lucien's elite guards stood ready, each one made up of twenty-four fully armored soldiers.
Akamir stood alone in front of them.
His coat fluttered slightly as the breeze passed, as he stretched his hand.
The effect of Blue Core mana remained clear as he could clearly feel the mana around him.
Ahead of him, ninety-six men, armed with swords and shields, blocked the path.
Yet....
The army didn't seem much of a threat to him.
'Alright, I should get this over with.'
One of the soldiers stepped forward from the front line, his voice loud and commanding.
"Halt! By order of the crown prince, you are forbidden to advance any further. Lay down your weapons and surrender!"
Akamir tilted his head slightly, though he didn't reply.
He just began to walk towards them.
Another stepped forward. "This is treason. Step back, and you won't be harmed."
He stretched his arms slightly, flexing his fingers.
"I will only say this once." Akamir said. "Get out while you can."
None of them moved, which he expected from before.
Akamir took a single step forward.
The front line of soldiers raised their shields.
"There is no point in talking." Nayomi mumbled, floating closely. "Just do it."
Akamir shrugged as he moved.
In an instant, Akamir closed the distance.
Raising his hand, he grabbed his sword as he jumped up.
A pulse of gravity surged around him as he leapt forward, the pressure snapping the air.
His sword flashed out, cutting through the space between them with terrifying speed.
One soldier blocked the strike with his shield—only for the entire shield to bend inward, the force behind it far more than human.
The soldier fell backward with a gasp.
Before the others could react, lightning arced from Akamir's palm, moving across the line, jolting through armor.
"ARGHH!!!"
"Help!"
"URGH!!"
Screams rose as Akamir rushed past them.
Several dropped their weapons, twitching as the current passed.
More moved in to surround him.
Akamir spun, kicking up a wall of dust with a burst of wind.
His foot slammed into the earth, and a tremor followed, disrupting the soldiers' formation.
Throwing his sword up, he grabbed one of them and kneed his face.
The soldier's face bent inward, and before he could register pain, his body was thrown at his partner.
A blast of water erupted from one of the soldiers that he easily dodged.
Another came at him from the right, swinging a heavy blade downward.
Akamir caught it with his own, sparks flying as metal met metal.
The soldier growled, pushing hard.
"You can still stop this!" he shouted.
Akamir pushed back, snapping the soldier's grip and slamming a knee into his gut. "And let Lucien win? Not happening."
Arrows rained from the backline.
Akamir glanced up, then raised his hand.
A field of compressed gravity swirled into place, pulling the arrows down mid-flight.
They fell harmlessly to the ground.
"Keep firing!" someone shouted. "He can't block forever!"
'I disagree with that one, man.'
With a flick of his wrist, he redirected the arrows.
Gravity reversed, and the same arrows shot backward, piercing through the shoulders and legs of the archers who'd fired them.
One soldier rushed in, faster than the others.
His armor was engraved, likely a captain.
His shield crashed into Akamir's side, but the young man absorbed the blow, skidding back only a few feet.
Akamir exhaled and dropped low, palm pressed against the ground.
A tremor followed, and a pillar of earth shot up under the captain, launching him skyward.
"You're a monster," another soldier growled, swinging at him from behind.
Akamir ducked, turned, and slammed the hilt of his sword into the man's throat.
The soldier dropped without a sound.
The field was chaos now.
One branch had fallen entirely.
The others were regrouping, forming tighter walls of shields.
Their discipline was admirable, but Akamir wasn't interested in a fair fight.
He jumped high, twisting mid-air as he gathered mana into his hand.
A sharp blast of lightning burst forth as he landed, electrocuting several legs and making the soldiers stumble.
They ran at him in pairs now, trying to take him with cooperation.
It almost worked once.
One slashed while another lunged.
Akamir stepped aside, let one pass, and struck the other down.
He threw a punch into the gut of the first, then hit him with a burst of air that launched him across the field.
Another arrow struck his side.
It glanced off the layer of wind-formed armor he had wrapped around his torso.
They were trying.
And he gave them credit for it.
But it wouldn't be enough.
A soldier tried to crawl away, his leg twisted from a broken strike.
"You... You don't have to do this," he muttered.
Akamir walked past him.
"I already did."
He charged into the final line.
Fire burst across the field as he sent flames snaking through gaps in the formation.
The grass scorched beneath their feet.
It was over within minutes.
The last man tried to stand, a trembling sword in his hand.
Akamir knocked it away with a flick of his finger, then struck him in the chest with a palm, sending him into unconsciousness.
Silence followed.
The battlefield was filled with the groans of the wounded and the stillness of the dead.
Akamir stood in the center, chest rising and falling, his face calm.
He wiped the blood off his sword and sheathed it.
Taking out a smoke signal, he ignited it.
Red smoke began to rise up in the sky as he threw it.
Then, without a word, he walked toward the palace.
The gates loomed ahead, and he didn't pause as he passed through them.
The guards inside scrambled back, unsure of whether to stop him or salute him.
They chose neither.
He walked inside like he belonged there.
Because he did.
Akamir stretched his body as he walked further inside the place.
"Where are you going now?" Nayomi asked, floating beside him.
"To the king." Akamir said, his voice calm. "We need him."
The best way to make Inara the new Queen was for the former king to acknowledge her.
Even though there was a slim chance that Aldirc will do it, Akamir was going to try it.
'It is far better this way.'
With the king's help, they can easily make sure there are no more problems later on.
'But....'
Akamir wasn't sure if they can convince him.
The deeper Akamir walked, the quieter it got.
The sounds of the battle behind him faded into nothing.
Only the soft hum of torches along the stone walls remained.
The king's chamber was just ahead.
The two guards posted outside noticed him, straightened, then quickly looked to each other.
"Open the door," Akamir said, calm and firm.
One of the guards hesitated. The other reached for the handle.
"You're not permitted—"
Akamir turned his gaze toward the speaker.
He immediately opened the door without any delay.
Akamir walked inside the room only to find King Aldirc on his bed.
---
[At the front of the Royal Palace.]
Inara stood at the forefront of the army as she looked at what Lucien has done.
The entire garden of the palace was crushed down, replaced by the army.
Lucien had turned the front of the palace into a fortress.
She used to love the place when she was a little kid.
Now...
It was all turned into a muddy field.
She drew in a deep breath as she took a step back.
Behind her, her own forces waited.
They were fewer in number, but loyal.
More than that, they believed in her.
She stepped forward, scanning the palace gates.
"This isn't how it was meant to be," she said quietly.
Beside her, her personal knight Maria shifted, hand resting near her sword. "We can still take it back."
Inara nodded. "We will."
She could see movement at the top of the palace steps.
Lucien's banners fluttered, bold and arrogant.
A messenger walked forward toward her side of the field, holding a scroll.
Inara didn't flinch. She waited until the man arrived and unrolled it.
His voice was loud enough for all to hear.
"By command of the Crown Prince Lucien, daughter of Aldirc and traitor to the royal name, Inara is hereby stripped of all rights to succession and declared an enemy of the state."
The man looked up, nervous, but continued.
"All those who stand by her will be treated as rebels. Lay down your weapons now, and you will be granted mercy. Resist, and you will be dealt with accordingly."
Silence followed.
The army behind Inara didn't move.
She stepped forward.
Her voice was steady and calm, but it carried.
"I am no traitor. I am the rightful heir."
Inara raised her hand, her voice booming within the palace.
"I will give you one chance, Lucien. Step down."
There was no reply, but the soldiers immediately began to ready for the charge.
Inara drew in a deep breath as she looked at Lucien's army.
'I hope what you said is true.' She thought, feeling a chill down her spine.
Then, her gaze landed on the window of the palace.
Lucien stood there, glaring at her like she was his archenemy.
And just over the palace was the red smoke.
Inara smiled as she raised her hand.
"Get ready!" Her voice boomed.
"We are taking back what's ours! Now!"
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Chapter 140: Queen of Krivos [4]
[At the front of the Royal Palace.]
The sound of war horns echoed across the field.
Inara's army began to move.
The front line raised their shields, archers notched their arrows, and the mages began murmuring spells under their breath.
A ripple of energy passed through them as they began to charge in.
From atop the palace wall, Lucien narrowed his eyes as he spotted the red smoke rising behind the walls.
His fingers curled into fists.
"Asher..."
He wasn't sure why he thought it was him, but he couldn't get it out of his mind.
He turned sharply toward his captain. "Tell the second wave to hold the inner gate. Don't let her army inside the palace."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Lucien glared back out at the battlefield, at Inara, standing tall with the wind in her hair as the Sun dipped down completely.
She looked like a queen.
And he hated it.
---
Inara looked at the situation in front of her as her army marched forward.
She was doing everything as it was planned beforehand.
'With Lucien gone, I can focus on taking everything under my control.'
The ground trembled beneath as the sound of marching boots echoed.
Red smoke still lingered faintly in the sky above the palace.
But then, something unexpected happened.
Inside Lucien's own army.
Some soldiers began to walk out of the formation.
The mimickers that took the place of those inside the army began to move.
It started with a few soldiers shifting out of formation and slowly more and more stood out.
At first, it seemed like they were preparing to flank.
But they didn't move toward Inara.
They turned on their own.
"What's going on!" Someone shouted. "Why are they moving out!?"
"GET BACK INTO THE POSITION—AGHHH."
One of Lucien's lieutenants shouted something, and was immediately struck down by a blade from behind.
"URGHH!"
Another yell followed and soon chaos filled the place.
In just a few seconds, Lucien's army was divided into two.
Inara narrowed her eyes. 'So, it begins.'
"What's happening?" Maria muttered beside her, stepping forward with one hand still on her sword.
"They're fighting each other," Inara said softly.
Lucien's troops had fractured.
Generals who once stood by him now barked orders but not to defend.
They were calling out names, pointing to the loyalists still trying to follow Lucien's command, and ordering them to be taken down.
Chaos spread inside the palace defenses.
From the outside, Inara's army continued to press the walls, unaware of the full extent of the shift.
The mages released focused blasts at the stone, shaking the gateposts.
A section of the outer wall was already cracked.
Due to the urgency of the situation, they weren't barricaded properly in the first place.
But then, without warning, the palace gate creaked.
It opened slowly.
Not from an explosion, not from pressure—but from the inside.
The entire battlefield paused for a moment.
Inara raised her hand, signaling her soldiers to hold.
From the open gate, three of Lucien's generals walked out.
Each bore the royal insignia of the Krivos kingdom, but their cloaks which were previously red with Lucien's seal now had been removed.
One of them stepped forward, his voice clear and firm as he knelt down in front of her.
"We no longer serve Prince Lucien."
The soldiers behind Inara remained still, waiting.
The general continued, "He betrayed the people. He betrayed the bloodline by trying to kill his father. We no longer recognize his rule."
He dropped his weapon onto the ground.
The others followed.
"Our allegiance now lies with the rightful heir—Queen Inara."
A murmur spread through Inara's ranks.
She stepped forward, past her front line, meeting the general's gaze. "What changed your mind?"
The general nodded toward the red smoke still hanging in the air. "The king's will has been made clear. The throne is yours."
For a moment, no one spoke.
Inara knew he wasn't talking about Aldirc.
He was talking about their own king—The Ruler of Mimickers.
Akamir.
Slowly Maria turned to Inara. "What are your orders?"
Inara looked ahead, her gaze moved past the soldiers, past the gates, past everything.
She closed her eyes as she thought about one thing.
'Did I make the right choice by trusting him?'
The image of the young man with wheat blonde hair and crimson eyes came to her mind.
She had seen what power he controls and how he alone is enough to ruin everything.
He alone is enough to usurp the entirety of her kingdom.
...He could even replace her without anyone knowing it.
'I could be just one of his chess pieces that he is using.'
The more she knew about him, the more she respected, feared and admired him.
There were a lot of things she had to learn from her fiancé.
'If I really die by his hands, I wouldn't really mind.'
She thought, opening her eyes that were now entirely calm.
'...It's kind of sexy to think about it.'
...And the new queen of Krivos wasn't really in her right mind.
Inara slowly turned back to her army.
"Advance," she said.
The gates were open now—not because they broke them down, but because the palace itself was returning to her.
Her forces surged forward again, passing the generals who now knelt as she walked by.
One of them placed a fist to his chest in salute and others followed suit.
Inside, the halls of the palace echoed with conflict.
Loyalists were being dragged from corners and passageways, resistance breaking at every turn.
Lucien's second wave never reached the gate because there was no one left to support them.
The battle was already over.
Only Lucien hadn't been aware of it yet.
Inara passed through the gates.
She didn't raise her weapon.
She didn't need to.
The palace was hers now.
And Lucien would be the last obstacle to fall.
---
[Inside the Palace, king's room.]
Akamir slowly walked inside the room as the old king glanced at him.
"Ah, Darvin's son." He whispered, his voice barely audible. "...Darvin—."
"He is dead." Akamir said, walking closer. "Jumped down the castle in shame."
"...I see." Aldirc whispered softly, breathing in pain. "He was...a smart man, ambitious but smart."
Akamir didn't say anything as he dragged the chair and sat down.
"Inara is taking over the palace as we speak." Akamir informed him. "She is going to take your place now."
There was a long pause.
Aldirc's chest rose and fell slowly.
"Then... it's over." He whispered. "My surname will forever be gone."
"No, Inara won't change anything." Akamir replied, looking at him. "And I won't be taking the throne for myself."
Aldirc looked at him like he could see right through his words.
"Why bullshit with a dying man?" He said, defeat clear in his eyes. "Why help her when you don't want anything in return?"
"That's what everyone asks," he replied eventually. "But the crown doesn't interest me, I am doing it cause I like your daughter."
Aldirc closed his eyes for a long moment. His fingers twitched on the side of the bed.
"What do you want from me?" Aldirc asked, opening his eyes.
"I want you to announce Inara as the new Queen." Akamir replied, looking into his eyes.
"...It would be more effective for bringing the kingdom under her control."
Aldirc let out a tired breath, the sound barely rising above a whisper. "And what if I refuse?"
"Then I can't do anything." Akamir said, shrugging.
Truth be told, he wasn't very keen on taking his help.
He was doing it just to satisfy Inara, the girl who craves to be recognized.
'I can always use a mimicker if I wanted to deceive the kingdom.'
Aldirc remained quiet for a long while before he whispered. "Are you aware about my other children?"
"Your bastards?" Akamir asked, glancing at him. "Yeah, you have six. Hiding at the outskirts of the kingdom."
Aldirc finally looked into his eyes.
"What are you going to do with them?" He asked. "Kill them, so they don't become a threat to your 'wife's' throne?"
Akamir looked at the man for a while before he smiled.
"A king doesn't kill children." Akamir replied, "And till the day I live no one can take the throne away from Inara."
Aldirc stared at the ceiling for a long while before he whispered. "She found a good partner."
Akamir didn't respond as he stood up from his seat. "What do you say?"
The old man's fingers moved again, slowly rubbing his eyes.
"Tell her... the throne is hers," Aldirc whispered.
Akamir nodded as he turned around.
"She'll hear it from you," he said. "We'll make the announcement in the hall."
Aldirc gave the faintest nod, then leaned back, eyes staring at the ceiling again.
"...My time's almost up."
"I know." Akamir said. "Your children won't die, I assure you."
Aldirc turned to look at him, a pity in his eyes. "What about Lucien?"
"He needs to die." Akamir said, walking away. "I can't leave him alive."
For a brief moment, Aldirc almost smiled. "I see."
Was it hatred he had for Lucien who tried to kill him?
Akamir wasn't sure, nor that he cared.
He just walked out of the room and stationed two mimickers to guard the king.
With his work done here, he walked where he was sure to find Lucien.
Akamir didn't stop anywhere as he reached the throne room.
Lucien was already sitting comfortably on the throne, saving whatever dignity he had.
Akamir rubbed the back of his neck, as his gaze shifted to the elf to his side.
"You aren't even trying to hide it now, huh?" He asked, walking inside.
Lucien looked coldly as he ordered the elf. "Bring me his head."
Akamir smiled as he unsheathed his sword.
But...
Before the elf could move, something abnormal happened.
The world glitched around them, like the reality of things had shifted.
There was a clear glitch in everything that everyone noticed.
'Huh?'
Akamir thought, looking around.
'W-what was that?'
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Chapter 141: Queen of Krivos [5] [Side Story: Velyrian]
[Pandora Academy]
[Velyrian's Office.]
"Hmm."
With the quill in his hand, Velyrian hummed softly as he looked at the four letters.
They were handwritten, that he had been writing for a while.
It contained everything that he had hidden in his heart.
...Words that he couldn't speak with his own mouth.
'I hope, they reach to their owners.'
He thought, placing them on an envelope that had the names of those it belonged.
Velyrian then placed them in a box and then slid it across the room, towards the door.
The small wooden box slid gently across the polished floor, stopping just short of the door.
Velyrian stared at it for a few seconds, his fingers still curled around the quill.
He leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly.
"That's done," he whispered to himself.
Closing his eyes, he slowly opened it back as his gaze flickered towards the floating staff.
The same staff that he has been working on for so long now.
There was a long silence in the office room as he did nothing but stare at the staff.
Despite doing countless things...the staff refused to work.
There was nothing that he could do that could make it useful for his master.
...Except one.
Velyrian slowly reached out and touched the centre of his chest.
The Ven Core slowly pulsed instead of his heart.
He pressed his palm flat against it and took a breath.
Truth be told, Velyrian was scared of the Ven Core.
The single non-living thing has given him so many nightmares that he couldn't even sleep properly.
The spirit world, broken golden Sun, life of things that shouldn't exist....
...Velyrian has seen it all.
'It always comes to this.' he thought, clenching his chest tightly. 'Why do I have to go through this?'
Even right now, he is getting visions of things beyond his understanding.
'...Why do I have to go through all this?'
He drew out a shaky breath as his hand fell down helplessly.
'I just wanted to help my daughter.'
Sadness clawed his mind as he thought about his cursed daughter.
The little girl...the reason, for everything he did.
'I am sorry.' he thought, taking in a deep breath. 'I am truly sorry, my child.'
Velyrian wanted to see his daughter one last time.
To talk with her and be with her.
But...
He was sure he couldn't do it now.
The curse killing his daughter mentally and he couldn't do anything.
'I am such a coward.' He thought as his gaze moved back to the staff. 'To run away like this....'
Velyrian's eyes stayed fixed on the staff, but his mind was far from the office now.
He had tried. God knows, how much he had tried.
But....
All this for nothing.
His daughter was still a living curse who brought everyone down with her.
"I'm sorry..." he whispered again, his voice nearly cracking.
What Velyrian was going to do was a selfish act.
A way to make his master Abid look at the matters of his daughter.
'He refused to help her because of his own matter but...'
There was only one way he could think of....to guilt-trip his master.
Velyrian drew in a deep breath as he focused on his legs.
A pain shot from there as wires began to emerge from his body.
The mechanical legs, woven from living wire and mana-infused, clicked and whirred softly as they supported his weight.
Velyrian forced himself to stand up as he slowly walked towards the staff.
Velyrian's steps were slow, each one heavier than the last.
The pain was sharp and constant, but he didn't pause. His gaze never left the floating staff.
As he reached it, Velyrian raised a trembling hand and placed his palm flat against the cold surface.
The staff pulsed once.
Then, silence.
He closed his eyes. "Let this be enough."
And then, with a sharp breath, he reached deep into himself.
His fingers clawed against his own chest, and he forced his mind inward.
Past the skin and past the muscles.
Down to where the Ven Core pulsed with unnatural rhythm, seated where his heart once beat.
It wasn't a heart and it never had been.
It was a curse, a gift, and a prison all at once.
And now, it was the last thing he could give.
His body tensed as he began to force it out.
"ARGHHH!!!"
A scream tore from his throat, ragged and animal.
He staggered, falling to one knee as his chest burned from the inside.
The core resisted, roots wrapping around his ribs, refusing to let go.
And how could it?
It wasn't just inside him, but it was part of him.
He coughed blood, his fingers trembling as he reached again, pushing harder.
"GET OUT!!"
He let out another scream.
He was dying, and he knew it.
His scream grew louder and louder, echoing in the night.
Moments later, the office door burst open.
The door slammed open.
"VELYRIAN!"
Milo's voice rang through the room.
The assistant stumbled in, eyes wide at the scene before her.
The Ven Core, half-emerged, beating like a second heart in the open air.
"Stop!" Milo shouted, rushing forward to help him.
Velyrian turned to her, face twisted in agony. "Don't come closer."
Milo ignored him.
So Velyrian raised a trembling hand.
The core shifted, tendrils of black light lashing out.
Milo was lifted off the ground and flung backwards.
The desk shattered behind her, and she landed beneath its remains, trapped and dazed.
With whatever was left of her consciousness, she forced herself to look at him.
"What are you doing!? Stop! Please!"
Velyrian looked at her, who was like a daughter to him.
A flicker of guilt passed through his face, but he didn't stop.
"If there had been any other way... I would've taken it," he said, voice low and shaking. "I'm sorry, Milo."
She struggled under the desk, the weight pressing into her back as she tried to move, but her legs wouldn't budge.
"You're not thinking clearly! This isn't the way! Master, you will never—"
"I don't care about what he thinks anymore," Velyrian cut her off.
Blood dripped from his mouth, his hands shaking violently as the Ven Core pulsed, half torn from his chest.
The pain was so overwhelming he could barely breathe, but still he stood.
All he could hear was the rush of blood in his ears.
All he could feel was the slow, sickening separation of the Ven Core from his body.
Milo screamed again. "Please, stop! You'll die!"
"I know," he whispered.
"Velyrian!!"
His entire body was trembling, on the edge of collapse.
The Ven Core pulsed one final time in his chest.
And then....
....It tore free.
"ARGHHH!!!"
He screamed, the sound raw and inhuman.
Fighting through the pain, Velyrian reached out the Ven Core towards the staff.
But...
The Core had other plans.
In a split second, it broke into two different pieces.
One attached to the staff and the other returned back to Velyrian.
The staff absorbed it instantly. Its runes ignited.
Velyrian smiled faintly.
Finally... it worked.
But he didn't get to see anything else.
The remaining mass of the Ven Core shuddered, convulsed... then exploded.
The blast tore through the office like a collapsing star.
Everything shattered, books disintegrated, glass burst outward.
Milo screamed as the energy wave rolled over her, deafening and hot.
When the light faded, when the silence finally fell—
Velyrian was gone.
There was no blood. No body. No trace.
Only the glowing staff remained, floating calmly in the middle of the wreckage.
Milo crawled out slowly, dust clinging to her skin.
Her trembling voice echoed once again.
"Velyrian...?"
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Chapter 142: Queen of Krivos [6] [Side Story: Velyrian]
Everything was quiet.
Velyrian floated in a strange stillness, like time had stopped.
He couldn't feel his body.
There was no pain like he was expecting... there was nothing.
'So... this is it?'
He thought he had died.
And in that weightless silence, memories began to flood him.
His daughter's smile before the curse twisted it.
The nights he spent researching, the failures, the letters he wrote with trembling hands.
Regret settled over him like a heavy fog.
He had always known it would end this way.
But then something shifted.
The silence cracked.
He could feel again... something distant and wrong, like his body didn't belong to him anymore.
'Wait... I'm not dead?'
Confused, he tried to open his eyes, but the world twisted before him.
Light bent, and the space around him pulsed like a living thing.
Then, with a sharp breath, his eyes snapped open.
He wasn't in his office anymore.
He was lying on a strange ground that shimmered faintly with light, beneath a sky that didn't look like any he had ever seen.
Everything felt unfamiliar.
And Velyrian, still dazed and half-lost, could only whisper to himself—
"...Where am I?"
He slowly sat back up, pleasantly surprised when he saw a new pair of legs.
'How did I get them?'
He wondered, staring at them for a while before he looked around.
He was on the edge of a city.
....A very beautiful city like he had never seen before.
Velyrian stared at the city in front of him.
Tall white spires stretched into the sky, glowing faintly with soft golden light.
The influx of mana was far greater than he remembered.
It was like he was in a whole different world.
It felt unreal... like a dream painted in too much color.
He stood up slowly, still glancing down at the legs he hadn't built.
His breathing grew unsteady for a moment.
He took a step forward, then another.
The weight, the motion—it all felt... natural.
It was the first time in years he had moved without pain.
Nothing made sense.
"What is this place?" he whispered again, more to himself than anyone else.
He began to walk inside the city, unable to hide his curiosity.
On his way, he found some clothes that he wore as he was completely naked.
'I am sorry for stealing this.'
Velyrian hid his long ears, just in case.
When he walked on the main street, he was immediately greeted with something he never saw before.
The stone beneath his feet was smooth, humming faintly with energy.
'Are they... runes?'
He thought, staring at it without moving.
It was the first time he had seen something like this.
'It looks like they are using this to generate energy.'
After looking at the road for a while, he looked at the people who were all... different.
Velyrian couldn't put a finger on what was wrong.
They looked human... but weren't really one.
They were taller, sturdier and... powerful.
Velyrian felt out of place.
From the side of the street, a voice called out to him.
"You're not from here, are you?"
Velyrian turned, looking at a street vendor smiling at him.
He slowly walked towards the vendor. "Yeah... I am not."
"I can tell." The middle-aged man replied. "So, where are you from, Sorana or Bardha?"
Velyrian frowned in confusion. "Are they places?"
The vendor raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. "You don't know it?"
Velyrian shook his head. "I've never heard those names before."
The man let out a short chuckle. "You must be from beyond the folds then. A foreigner through and through."
"What's this city called?" Velyrian asked.
The man paused for a moment, then said simply, "Eos."
Velyrian repeated the name softly to himself. "Eos..."
It does sound familiar.
'Wait... don't tell me.'
Velyrian drew in a trembling breath as he asked. "...Which year is this?"
The Vendor blinked at him. "It's 1023 E.D."
A panic began to bubble within him as he confirmed it. 'I am not in my own time.'
Was he in future or past? Velyrian wasn't sure about it.
"Do you know about the goddess Morana?" He asked, desperately trying to keep himself in check. "Any of the five main gods?"
The Vendor now looked offended. "What are you talking about?" He barked. "There is only one god and that's the Mother of Desire... Goddess Alista."
"...."
Velyrian's mind turned numb at his words.
He had... never heard of the name in his entire life.
And that's a lot, cause he has lived a life longer than most.
'What is even happening now?'
A sudden firecracker exploding in the sky took his attention.
Velyrian looked up as there were countless of them in the sky.
"What's this for?" He asked, glancing at the Vendor.
The man grinned like he was waiting for it.
"Oh this?" He asked. "It's to let everyone know that all the otherworlders are now ready."
His ears twitched. "Otherworlders?"
"Yeah." He replied, nodding his head. "King Asher I, summoned them to fight against those accursed Elves and Giants."
"...."
Velyrian drew in a deep breath as he felt his reality twisting around.
'How... why?'
From what he knows, the otherworlders were summoned six hundred years ago.
But...
The war between Elves and Giants ended six thousand years ago.
There was such a huge difference, but... it is happening now at the same time?
"No."
A sudden and cold voice echoed in his head, making him flinch.
"They both are different."
Velyrian looked around as he quickly rushed somewhere alone.
He had heard the voice before... it's the Ven Core.
"Where am I!?" He asked as soon as he was alone. "What is this place?"
"You are six thousand years in the past from your time." The voice replied coldly. "The time when Elves waged war on everyone."
"Why am I here!?" Velyrian asked, his frustration clear in his voice.
"It's your punishment." The voice coldly said. "For trying to break free from the shackles of the golden Sun."
"..."
Velyrian quietly sat down on the floor as he stared blankly at the ground.
So much was happening in such a short amount of time that he couldn't even think through.
Though one thing became clear to him.
'There was another group of otherworlders that were summoned six thousand years ago.'
"If you wish to return to your time and see your daughter." The voice said, taking his attention. "You need to do one thing."
Velyrian blankly looked at the sky. "....What?"
"Join the Elves and erase the influence of Outer God Alista from this world."
The voice said, making his entire body turn cold.
"The world should only worship the Golden Sun as their God."
Velyrian said nothing as he blankly stared at the sky.
"In return."
The voice continued once again as a portal formed in front of him.
"The Ven Core will provide you with the power to walk through time."
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Chapter 143: Queen of Krivos [7] [Caldron v/s Akamir]
'Huh?'
Akamir thought, looking around.
'W-what was that?'
The glitch came and was gone before he could even understand.
Looking at the elf, Akamir was sure he wasn't hallucinating as he also had a bewildered look on his face.
"What did you do?" Lucien asked, glaring at Akamir. "What trick—."
"It wasn't him." Caldron said, eyeing Akamir thoroughly. "It was something else."
Lucien still glared at him like he didn't hear the elf.
"Kill him immediately!"
Akamir let out a sigh as he rubbed the back of his neck. 'The elf doesn't seem to like Lucien.'
The look that he was giving said it all.
Caldron wasn't doing it with his own will but was forced to stay with him.
The elf sighed as he walked to the centre of the room.
"Asher Leon Vyavan." He said, his voice booming within the entire throne room. "I heard a lot about you."
Akamir jerked his hand that was holding the sword. "I wish I could say the same for you."
The elf let out a soft chuckle. "You don't have to." He said, "I am doing it because of my master's will."
"Ah, the Royal advisor of the elf, right?" Akamir asked, tilting his head. "Makes me wonder why an elf is taking interest in humans."
Caldron's face turned serious as he looked at him.
Not many know who he works for and someone who shouldn't be aware of his existence to know this much....
"I will give you one chance." Caldron said, taking out his spear. "Surrender yourself."
[Foxdrift.]
Akamir didn't bother replying as he dashed towards him.
The moment the skill activated, his figure blurred.
The wind wrapped around him, twisting like threads as he rushed forward, sword drawn low.
Caldron didn't flinch. The elf stepped to the side, spear flicking upward.
Sparks flew as metal clashed with metal.
Akamir pushed off the force and spun mid-air, landing behind him.
"A blue core at such a young age." Caldron commented, noticing his core in one strike. "You have the potential to be the strongest human."
"W-what?"
They both ignored Lucien as Caldron lowered his body. "Sadly, my master wouldn't like someone like you to live."
His body blurred and he reached Akamir in an instant.
Akamir sidestepped just in time as the spear grazed his hair.
BOOM!!!
A thunderous roar boomed from his strike as Akamir sprawled backwards.
The elf rushed in, determined to not give him any type of leverage to fight back.
Akamir's left hand thrust forward, palm outward, and a blazing fire scorched the space between them.
Caldron flew backwards, hacking at the fire with his spear, but the blast followed him.
It only stopped when he was a considerable distance from Akamir.
"Give up, boy." He said, slamming the base of his spear on the floor. "You can't win!"
The spear was rooted on the ground as it began to dig deeper into the soil.
"That's a branch of the world tree." Nayomi said, floating closely. "Be careful."
Akamir drew in a deep breath as he lowered his body.
He blinked and a clad of purple lightning covered him from head to toe.
The tiles beneath him broke as he rushed towards the elf.
Hundreds of roots burst out of the ground as they began intersecting him.
Akamir didn't slow down.
The roots shot up in a chaotic web, twisting like snakes trying to drag him down.
Some cracked the tiles underfoot, others aimed straight for his chest.
But the purple lightning around him sparked wildly, crackling against the roots as he moved like a bolt of energy.
He ducked low, sliding beneath a thick branch, and then vaulted over another with ease.
His sword cut through a few roots, but more kept coming.
Caldron watched with narrowed eyes, noticing the speed that was on par with him.
The roots shifted again, reacting to Akamir's path.
One lashed out like a whip, slamming into his side.
Akamir grunted, the hit throwing off his balance, but he didn't stop.
Akamir raised his hand and aimed his open palm at Lucien.
A crackle of lightning burst forth, ready to scorch him.
Caldron, thrown off guard, pushed his branches to save him.
That second of distraction was all Akamir needed.
He burst through the last line of roots, sword raised, his figure a blur of lightning and hue of black.
Caldron raised his spear just in time.
Clang!
The impact shook the room.
Akamir pressed forward, pushing Caldron back a few steps.
Suddenly, the roots from earlier began retreating into the ground.
Akamir, sensing something amiss, quickly jumped back as a spike breezed past his face.
He landed on his feet as he looked at the elf, still perfect in shape.
Caldron stood tall, eyes glowing faintly green now.
"You've passed the warm-up."
He raised his hand, and the spear glowed with runes in response.
It curled up and turned into a bow with a string of mana.
Caldron grinned as he made an arrow of twisted mana and pulled the string.
He didn't waste a second.
The moment the arrow took form, he released it.
Akamir barely had time to move.
The mana bolt tore through the air like a flash of light, slicing past him with a sharp screech and slamming into the far wall.
The explosion that followed cracked stone and sent dust flying across the room.
Akamir shielded his face with his arm as the shockwave hit him.
'That wasn't normal mana,' he thought, gritting his teeth. 'It moved like it had a mind of its own.'
Caldron was already preparing another shot.
The bow shimmered again, and this time, three arrows formed at once, hovering above his knuckles.
Akamir braced himself.
He activated [Foxdrift] again, his figure flickering just as the arrows were released.
They split apart mid-air, adjusting course in real-time.
They were tracking him.
Akamir jumped to the side, flipping over a pillar.
One arrow hit the floor where he had just stood, the second pierced through the column, and the third missed by a breath, slicing through his collarbone.
He landed and rolled, panting slightly.
"This is starting to get annoying," he muttered, feeling his mana depleting at an alarming rate.
Nayomi appeared beside him, looking at the elf.
"He's using soul-bound mana," she said. "His arrows can follow your core signature."
"How do I stop it?"
"You don't. You just stay unpredictable."
Akamir narrowed his eyes.
"Easier said than done."
From across the room, Caldron raised his bow again, but this time, the bow twisted in his hands and unfolded back into the spear.
He rushed forward again.
Akamir braced himself as he raised his sword.
The elf smirked as he blurred at the last second.
"Argh!"
Pain shot through Akamir's shoulder, making him scream.
Caldron's wooden spear, now stained with blood, knocked aside his weapon and drove through his shoulder.
Akamir grabbed the spear's shaft with his free hand and used it as leverage to kick him in the chest, sending him spinning away.
The spear was ripped off his shoulder, making him clench his wound.
'It only took my flesh, my collarbone is fine.'
Akamir assessed his condition before he looked at the elf.
"Give up, Asher." He said, wiping off the blood from his spear. "Your working hand is completely damaged."
Akamir didn't reply as he licked off the blood that trailed down his hand.
'Looks like I can't win against him alone.'
Still, Akamir now had a clear idea about how strong he is now.
Now...
'It's time to end this.'
He drew in a deep breath as the elf rushed in once again.
A crown slowly conjured over his head, illuminating the place with crimson.
Six different portals began to form all around him.
"Stop!!"
The elf yelled, feeling a deep-rooted fear as he ran even faster.
But...
It was too late.
Tens of different, abnormal creatures rushed out of the portal.
Their bodies twisted and broken, some with four legs and arms, some without faces.
They all attacked the elf in an instant.
Caldron barely had a second to react.
The creatures poured out from the portals like a flood of nightmares.
He spun his spear, cutting down the first few that came close.
One lunged from above, its jaw unhinging unnaturally wide.
Caldron ducked and drove his spear upward, pinning it midair.
It screeched before dissolving into black mist and soon returned back to fight again.
Another charged from the side.
He spun again, slashing through its torso. But for every one he cut down, two more took its place.
"What... are these things?" Caldron muttered, stepping back.
His breaths were sharp, arms moving on instinct.
"You said I couldn't win," Akamir said, voice calm. "You were right. Alone, I couldn't."
More and more began to rush in from the portal, completely overthrowing him.
The elf tried to cut them down but it was all over when one of them got a hold of his hand.
"ARGHHH!!!"
He screamed at the top of his lungs as the mimicker began to eat him alive.
One more jumped at him and more and more.
In just a few seconds, he was being eaten alive by hundreds of them.
"Stop." Akamir said, making everyone halt. "Go back."
The mimickers complied without a word; they all rushed back to the portal.
One of them stopped in front of him and coughed out a ring.
'A space ring, huh?'
Akamir picked it up and placed it in his pocket.
He then looked at what was left of the elf.
He was eaten completely down to his torso, one hand mangled while the other was gone.
Akamir walked towards him and picked up his spear.
"It was a good fight." He said, ignoring his glare.
Akamir would have asked for his final wish, but the mimicker had already chewed his lips and tongue.
He lowered the spear tip on his throat, taking his life.
'Rest in peace, elf.'
Akamir thought before he fully turned towards... him.
The terrified prince frozen in place.
Akamir smiled genuinely. "Lucien."
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CROWNLESS REINCARNATION: NEW WORLD? NAH I'D WINC144: Queen of Krivos [End]
Chapter 144: Queen of Krivos [End]
Akamir thought before he fully turned towards...him.
The terrified prince frozen in place.
Akamir smiled genuinely. "Lucien."
Lucien stumbled back a step falling down the thorne, his face pale and drenched in sweat.
"You... you're a monster," he whispered.
Akamir tilted his head slightly, the blood-soaked spear still in hand.
"You're not wrong," he said, calm as ever. "But I warned you, didn't I?"
Lucien reached for the sword at his side but fumbled with the hilt.
His fingers trembled so badly, he couldn't even draw it.
Akamir walked toward him, slow and steady, each step echoing in the now-silent throne room.
"You know," Akamir said, tapping the end of the spear lightly on the floor, "I never had any interest in you."
Lucien finally drew his sword, pointing it forward, though his arms were shaking. "D-Don't come any closer!"
Akamir ignored him completely.
"Had you not been an asshole, I might help let you live." He said, walking closer. "I mean, I am generous enough to do sapre a worthless prince."
"Why are you lying?" Nayomi asked, amusement clear in her voice. "You would have killed him either way."
Lucien took a shaky breath, trying to muster courage. "The elves... they'll come for you. You've gone too far by killing him—!"
Akamir chuckled. "You think that would stop me?"
He took another step as he now stood infront of him. "Do you Lucien?"
Lucien's sword began to lower, his voice broke. "...You, I will kill you!!"
Lucien rushed in rasing his sword to behead him.
Akamir just moved his head just a little to let the tip of the sword rush past his face.
He then took a step forward and kicked Lucien's knee.
"ARGHHH!!!!"
The boy screamed form the top of his lungs as his knee was dislocated.
Lucien dropped like a sack of stones, clutching his leg in agony as he writhed on the cold marble floor.
Akamir stood over him, unfazed.
"You really thought you'd land that strike?" he asked, genuinely curious. "Even after watching what I just did to the elf?"
Lucien didn't answer.
He was too busy groaning, tears streaming down his face, trying to drag himself backward.
Akamir lowered himself slightly, crouching beside the prince.
He looked him in the eyes.
"You talk too much, you threaten too easily, and you think too highly of yourself," he said, voice even. "You weren't born to lead. You were born to hide behind people like him."
Lucien's hand fumbled toward his belt—searching for something.
'A dagger, maybe.'
Akamir noticed, but didn't stop him.
He waited.
Lucien's fingers closed around a hidden blade.
With a desperate yell, he swung upward.
Clink!
Akamir caught his wrist mid-swing.
With a twist, he broke his wrist.
The dagger clattered beside them.
Lucien whimpered, holding back his tears.
Akamir stared at him. "That was your last attempt?"
Lucien spat, but even that was weak. "I am the prince—!"
The voice of people entering the room echoed.
Akamir shifted his gaze as he found, Inara walked inside.
Thier were other people behind her as well, generals, nobles and lot more.
She slowed down her steps as she looked at the throne room.
Her then than landed on Akamir and finally at her borther....Lucien.
Inara looked back at her subjects. "Stay out, I will handle from here."
A few opened their mouths but none protested.
They bowed once and then walked out leaving the three alone.
Inara stepped forward, her heels clicking softly against the blood-stained floor.
Her eyes didn't leave her brother as she walked.
Lucien groaned, trying to sit up despite his ruined knee and limp wrist.
"Inara..." he gasped, his voice weak, hopeful. "Help me..."
The girl didn't said anything as Lucien began to crawl towards her.
"He..he is a monster." Lucien said, pointing at Akamir. "He has those...creatures. He will burn his kingdom!"
Inara didn't respond right away.
Her expression stayed calm as she watched her brother crawl across the marble floor like a broken doll.
His voice trembled with desperation, but there was no pity in her gaze.
Akamir stepped back, giving them space, quietly watching.
Lucien reached for the hem of her dress, clutching it like a lifeline. "Inara... please, I'm your brother."
She looked down at his hand, then slowly pried his fingers off her dress.
"I saw you as my brother," she said, her voice quiet but clear. "But you saw me as your tool."
"W-what are you saying?" He asked, his voice breaking. "I was thinking about the people, the kingdom—."
"You never thought about them." She said, looking down at him. "You always thought about yourself."
Tears trickled down his face as he couldn't even understand why she was doing it.
He always thought his sister was navie and easy to manipulate but now....
Lucien's eyes finally fell on Akamir once again.
"He..He is a murder!!" Lucien yelled, pointing at him. "He killed the crown prince and framed his older brother!"
Inara looked at Akamir who remained calm and collected.
"Sister he even killed your...fiance!!" Lucien said, his voice trembling with hope. "Moris died because he wanted you all for himself!!"
That...effect Inara a lot.
But not in a way that Lucien wanted.
Inara gave him one last look before she walked towards the throne.
When she arrived infront of Akamir she stopped.
Her crimson eyes met with his own.
"....Please give him a painless death." She requested, her voice trembling in pain.
Even though Akamir wanted to torture Lucien....
He just gave her a short nod as he moved towards Lucien.
Lucien's eyes widened as Akamir approached, dragging the blood-soaked spear behind him.
"No—no, wait!" Lucien scrambled backward, legs shaking, arms useless. "Inara, you can't let him—!"
His words were cut short as Akamir stopped a few feet away. He looked down at the broken prince, unflinching.
Lucien's breathing grew shallow. "I... I was going to make things right. I swear."
"And you failed," Akamir said.
Lucien's mouth opened to speak again, but no sound came out. Only shallow, panicked breaths.
Akamir raised the spear. "Farewell prince."
Lucien shook his head frantically. "No, no, no, please—!"
Akamir didn't let him finish.
With one clean thrust, he drove the spear through Lucien's chest.
The prince froze, mouth agape, the life draining from his eyes.
Akamir pulled the spear back and let the body fall to the ground.
He turned around slowly and walked back to Inara, wiping the blood off the blade with a torn piece of Lucien's cloak.
Inara didn't even turned back to see his brother's dead body.
She just clapped her hands and Maria walked inside.
She knelt down. "Your majesty."
"Take away his body and hang it infront of the palace." She ordered without looking back. "Make sure the kingdom is aware of his deeds."
"Yes, my lady." Maria said, standing up as she called two more soliders to drag the body out.
Inara remained quiet as Akamir stood by his side.
She stared at the throne with lifeless eyes.
Akamir walked closer and frimly squeezed her shoulder. "It was supposed—."
His words halted as Inara took a step back and pointed at dagger at him.
Akamir raised an eyebrow, not moving.
The dagger trembled slightly in Inara's grip.
Her hand wasn't steady but her eyes were.
"Inara?" he asked, calmly.
"Sit on the throne." She ordered, staring at him.
"Why—."
"Do it."
Akamir let out a sigh as he sat on the iron throne.
He leaned back as he looked at her pointing the dagger from afar.
"You do know, I can disarm you from this distance." Akamir said, looking into her eyes.
Inara didn't replied as she walked forward.
Without a word, she raised her legs and straddle his body.
Her soft body now pressed against him while the dagger close to his throat.
'Is she playing with me?'
He wasn't sure.
"You...are the greatest asset of this kingdom." Inara said, looking into his eyes. "...And potentially it's greatest enemy."
Her breath mingled with his as they were inches away.
"With the power you hold." She continued. "No matter what happens, I can never fully trust you."
Akamir nodded calmly. "Understandable."
"But...." Inara said, lowering the dagger. "As the queen, I will do everything in my power to keep the kingdom's greastest asset with me."
She leaned forward, her lips touched his, lightly at first before turning heated.
When she finally pulled back, her breath was uneven.
Inara slowly moved back, standing on her legs.
Her expression turned serious as she looked at him.
"As the queen of Krivos Kingdom."
She said, her voice completely calm.
"I order you to visit my room tonight."
"..."
She didn't waited for his reply as she turned around and walked away.
.....Akamir sat on the thorne for a long time.
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CROWNLESS REINCARNATION: NEW WORLD? NAH I'D WINC145: A Night To Remember [1] [R-18]
Chapter 145: A Night To Remember [1] [R-18]
[Midnight, Royal palace.]
'Urgh, my shoulder hurts like hell.'
Akamir thought, rubbing his collarbone as he walked through the corridor.
It's been more than four hours since his shoulder was ripped by the elf.
Though, in just a few hours he was in somewhat good condition now.
And...
Right now, he was making his way towards the Queen's bedroom.
Nayomi floated just close enough to keep an eye on him.
"Are you going to do it?" she asked, her eyes narrowing.
Akamir blinked twice. "Do what?"
"Oh, come on." she scoffed. "She isn't calling you to discuss politics in her room."
Akamir winced as he let out a sigh. "I know."
Truthfully, he wasn't sure if this was the right time.
Inara isn't in her right mind, she lost her family today.
A part of him feels like it wasn't the right choice to meet her.
But....
'It's better to not delay it for too long.'
Akamir liked Inara a lot.
She was a girl who had all the qualities that he wanted in his partner.
Maybe because he was a teenager or maybe because of lingering feelings of Asher....
His body craved to mark her as his even more.
Though, he wasn't sure if he really loved her.
'Urgh, well whatever.'
Akamir stopped in front of the tall double doors, guarded by silence.
He glanced at Nayomi. "Are you going to watch or what?"
She shrugged. "Don't mind me."
Akamir frowned but chose to ignore her.
He tried to knock on the door but it was already open.
'...'
Akamir walked inside the room as he heard the sound of someone showering.
"Inara?" he called.
The water stopped flowing as the voice came from the bathroom. "You came."
"You called."
Inara took a moment before replying. "Give me a minute."
Akamir sighed as he looked around, finding something odd.
....There was only a bed and nothing else in the room.
'Did she just throw everything out?'
He wondered as he sat down on the bed, though it was hard for him to calm himself down.
The door of the bathroom clicked open as Inara walked out.
"..."
Her silver hair was loose, falling over one shoulder, it stuck to her face because of the shower.
She wore a deep red robe like her eyes, silk flowing like water down her frame.
The robe was loosely tied, showing the cleavage along with her navel.
Inara smiled faintly as she noticed the dazed look on his face.
Akamir quickly got a hang of himself as he looked at her. "Inara..."
"Don't say anything." she replied, walking closer. "I don't want a peptalk now."
Akamir sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Alright..."
She nodded as she sat close to him, just a few inches away.
She lowered her gaze on her hand.
"Lucien..." she whispered softly. "He said, you killed your framed brother."
'I am sorry, Asher.'
Akamir sent his prayers to the previous owner of his body.
He drew in a deep breath. "I did."
Inara looked at him. "...Why?"
"So, I can have you." he replied, looking into her eyes.
Inara blinked for a while before a smile bloomed on her face.
"...Wow." she whispered softly. "That kind of makes it seem like you want to possess me."
"Well, I do." Akamir replied, shrugging. "You are too good to be left alone."
She smiled before she fully got on the bed. "Remember I asked you, tell me when you are ready."
Akamir nodded, as her natural scent began to dampen his mind.
Inara leaned forward, her lips inches away from him. "Are you?"
Akamir didn't reply as he leaned in for the kiss.
At first, it was a gentle one, their lips barely touching as they each savored the feeling.
Slowly, the kiss became deeper, much more fervent.
Their lips parted, and their tongues clashed for dominance.
Inara hugged him tightly while being deeply kissed by him.
Her hands quickly unbuttoning his shirt, as she touched his bare chest.
When their lips parted, she touched his head with her own. "...I want more."
She kissed his neck, slowly going down as she gave his wounded collarbone more kisses.
Inara left hickeys all over his body, as she felt his hands groping her ass.
"Hmm?"
Finally, she noticed something hot and hard, poking her thighs.
She smiled gently as she moved back, grabbing her hair she pushed it aside.
Inara looked deeply in his eyes as she slowly got on her knees.
"Be grateful, my subject." she said, opening his trousers while never breaking eye contact. "The Queen will only kneel in front of you."
Akamir couldn't help but smile as she lowered his trousers.
"Oh my..."
Inara whispered softly, a bewitching smile on her face.
"This will go inside me?"
Her slender fingers and soft palm felt inexplicably warm to him as she firmly grabbed it.
The half hardened cock began to gradually grow even harder and larger, as she played with it.
When it was in its full length, she straightened her back and opened her bathrobe.
'Damn....'
Her ample breasts lay bare for him to see now.
It was not grossly large nor was it small, it was just big enough.
Akamir wanted to touch it but Inara had other plans.
She gently lifted her round breasts with both of her hands.
Inara inched closer towards him and engulfed his manhood between her breasts.
"Hmm~."
Akamir felt the soft and squeezy feeling of her breasts as she squeezed them around his cock.
Slowly, Inara began to move, stroking his manhood with her breasts.
And...
Till the very end she never broke the eye contact.
"I haven't tried it before." she said, winking at him. "Tell me, if you want more."
Inara smiled brightly as the cock twitched in response.
Akamir sighed. "It feels good."
"Then please enjoy more~."
She smiled happily, focusing entirely on his dick.
Inara kept on stroking him as her own nipples began to harden.
She blushed softly as she noticed his gaze on them.
Akamir raised his hand and began to pinch them lightly.
"Anh~."
An unexpected moan rose from her as she looked at him.
When she saw the pre-cum leaking out, she used her boobs to lubricate his staff.
This way, she was even faster in pleasuring him.
After a few minutes, she finally got the response she was waiting for.
Akamir's cock twitched, throbbing harder than before.
"Inara...."
"Do it." she replied, looking into his eyes. "Cum, baby~."
Then, she stood up and placed his cock close to her pussy.
The swollen head exploded, painting her navel and pussy in white.
Inara smiled, as she poked her fingers along with his semen inside her.
"Ahh, i-it's so hot~."
She slowly fingered herself for a while before she looked at him.
He was breathing heavily but still had all the energy.
...His hardened cock told her.
Akamir stood up and grabbed her in his arms.
He slammed the girl on the bed who let out a soft chuckle. "Easy big boy."
"Shut up."
Before she could say anything, he leaned forward and kissed the girl.
Inara responded eagerly, stroking his hard manhood.
When the kiss broke, she gently placed his staff close to her pussy.
She grinned slightly as he leaned over her body, caging her in his arms.
"The Queen's pussy."
Inara said, looking into his eyes.
"Belongs to you and only you."
Akamir couldn't hold back after that.
He aligned his staff along with her moist entrance and slowly pushed in.
"Urgh..."
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