The doors of the town hall opened sharply.
The Goblin King stepped forward and bowed deeply.
"Master… some new races wish to live in your kingdom."
Reeve lifted his gaze, calm yet alert.
"Which races?"
"Elves. Dwarves. And Demi-Humans."
For a moment, the hall fell silent.
Reeve leaned back slightly, fingers resting against his chin.
"…Bring me their leaders first."
The Goblin King nodded.
"At once."
And with that, he left.
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The Meeting of Three Races
The meeting place was special—
A structure built solely for diplomacy, neutral in aura, neither demon nor divine.
Reeve stood at the center as the three leaders arrived.
The Elf Leader, tall and radiant, eyes like moonlit leaves
The Dwarf Lord, broad and solid, beard braided with runic steel
The Demi-Human Chief, sharp-eyed, balanced between instinct and reason
They bowed—not fully, but enough.
Reeve spoke first.
"You seek to live in Astra Nox."
The Elf Leader nodded.
"Our forests are shrinking. We seek harmony."
The Demi-Human Chief followed.
"We adapt easily. We can serve where others cannot."
The Dwarf Lord crossed his arms and laughed deeply.
"Hah! We seek a land worth forging for."
Reeve listened.
Then finally said—
"I will allow all of you to live in my kingdom."
Relief flashed across their faces.
"But," Reeve continued, eyes sharpening,
"There is one condition."
The air tightened.
"You will not just live here.
You will build this kingdom with me."
The Dwarf Lord stepped forward instantly.
"Then hear me, King Reeve—
We Dwarves will forge your weapons. Arms worthy of legends."
The Elf Leader smiled gently.
"We will nurture land, mana flow, and living barriers."
The Demi-Human Chief placed a fist to his chest.
"We excel in adaptability—scouts, messengers, hybrid forces. We fill the gaps."
Reeve nodded once.
"…Accepted."
From that moment—
Astra Nox stopped being a lone kingdom.
It became a convergence.
---
Expansion of Dominion
Reeve stood atop the highest watchtower, staring at the borders.
"…They're still too small."
Within four weeks, he expanded them.
Not through destruction—
But through authority, treaties, and system-guided stabilization.
Land reshaped itself.
Borders obeyed.
Astra Nox grew.
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The Road to the Normal World
With the help of the Dryads, Reeve began a greater project.
Using the Health Tree, roots were guided carefully—
Not invading, but connecting.
Mana stabilized.
Reality aligned.
A path to the normal world was formed.
Then—
Stone.
Steel.
Will.
A road was built.
It took two months.
And during those two months—
Reeve encountered countless races:
Wanderers without land
Clans erased from maps
Beasts seeking law instead of chaos
One by one—
He accepted them.
Astra Nox became something unheard of.
A kingdom where races did not submit—
They belonged.
---
Toward the World
Now, standing at the edge of the completed road, Reeve adjusted his cloak.
The wind carried unfamiliar scents.
New politics.
New enemies.
New allies.
"…It's time," he murmured.
Treaties awaited.
And the world was about to learn—
Astra Nox was no longer hidden.