"Cough cough~"
Rule over Okhema?
March 7th nearly choked on her earth beast steak.
If Ryuga became the monarch, wouldn't this girl become the empress?
Uh, wait—seems like Okhema already has an empress.
Cerydra: So I'm the clown?
Aglaea's face turned frosty, her knuckles clenched tight, veins slightly protruding beneath her fair skin.
Cae! Nis!
"Monarch?"
Ryuga clicked his tongue.
"That's right, Lord Demon God—you shall be the Holy City Okhema's new monarch."
Caenis said with a fanatical expression.
Ryuga laughed helplessly, finding this Caenis quite interesting?
She had just attempted to assassinate Cipher, and now stood before him, respectfully welcoming him to rule Okhema.
Did she really think he hadn't noticed the 'Cleaner' assassin wearing a 'golden blood mask' among the mercenary group?
"Okhema's monarch?"
"What can this bring me?"
Ryuga raised his hand to support his cheek. His demon god appearance continuously overlapped and appeared on his face.
Shadow flames churned, coiling around him.
His eyes burning with crimson flame swept over like a heavy hammer, crashing hard into Caenis's soul.
The demon god's oppressive weight, heavy enough to crush any mortal's will.
Caenis, pressed until her whole body trembled violently, thudded as she prostrated again.
Her forehead slammed heavily onto the stone slab, her fingertips digging deep into the ground.
Terror!
Nearly maddening reverence deep in her soul.
"Everything."
Caenis's forehead pressed to the ground, the corners of her mouth slowly rising with an almost morbid maniacal smile.
She felt no humiliation. The fanaticism in her eyes burned even more intensely.
She was certain only Ryuga could lead Okhema, lead her, toward an entirely new world.
Not the Chrysos Heirs.
'度万年如一日.' (Endure ten thousand years as one day)
'我已守候了数个世纪.' (I have already stood guard for several centuries)
(This is what Ryuga said to Algaea above)
She was convinced Ryuga was the legendary Thirteenth Titan.
She was willing to be a moth flying into world-burning fire, willingly turning to ash, just to touch a moment of the Titan's glory.
"Heh~"
Ryuga chuckled. Did you think you were Gul'dan? (Reference to Heroes of Storm Game)
Still "everything."
"I am willing to offer everything, only seeking to become the first blade before Your throne."
Caenis spoke fanatically.
The surrounding crowd erupted in uproar.
Not long ago, Cerydra had made a grand entrance into Okhema, announcing she would serve as the Holy City's supreme ruler, promising to bring justice to the people.
And now, she was using forceful means to purge the Elder Council, erasing opposing voices.
The Elder Council was betting their dice on the Demon God!
"Tsk tsk." Ryuga lazily yawned. "Wealth? Power? Women? Everything a monarch could have, I already have now."
"I'm not interested."
"Lord Demon God."
Caenis's head shot up. She was abandoned by the Titan?
A wave of despair struck her.
"Are you teaching me how to do things?"
Ryuga snorted coldly. In the depths of his pupils, dark fire churned, cold and sharp as frost.
Before his words finished, shadow flame whooshed into the air, tongues of fire rolling, instantly engulfing Caenis.
Before the eyes of all, Caenis couldn't even scream before crashing heavily to the ground, frantically rolling.
Yet she couldn't extinguish the shadow flame.
The crowd fell silent as crows, only the flames burning and Caenis's intermittent wails echoing through the street.
Drawing passersby's attention.
"What's happening?"
"Is that... Lady Caenis?"
Caenis kept rolling, wailing: "Offending Lord Demon God, it's... Caenis overstepping her bounds. Please... please forgive Caenis this once, Lord Demon God."
Ryuga sneered coldly, unmoved.
Speaking of which, which generation 'Caenis' was this?
The Cleaners were born during the Golden War period, led by Caenis. To fight the Chrysos Heirs, they assembled an assassin force underground across multiple city-states.
Their goal was to erase all those flowing with golden blood.
Assassination, poisoning—they stopped at nothing.
And now was precisely the Golden War period. Couldn't be the first generation, could it?
o_O?
Hmm~, calculating the time, probably not the first generation either.
When Tribbie split, the war had already begun long ago.
At least three to five generations of 'Caenis'.
Objectively speaking, the Cleaners' emergence was inevitable.
Since the first Chrysos Heir was born, the Golden War they triggered left all city-states in devastation.
Ordinary people naturally hoped for an existence that could oppose the Chrysos Heirs.
However, their methods were too despicable and underhanded, unable to see the light of day.
In the past, they didn't dare challenge Mnestia who could slay gods—they only dared kill civilian Chrysos Heirs.
In the future, they only dared threaten Aglaea with civilians.
Ultimately just a bunch of trash who only dared draw blades against the weak.
"Burn her good."
March 7th ate her earth beast roast, completely unconcerned.
"..."
Aglaea's brows tightened, seemingly making some difficult choice.
Around the street, the crowd began discussing.
"The Holy City has its own laws. Even the monarch cannot act like this."
"Exactly!"
"You're not a demon god, you're a demon. How do you deserve the Holy City monarch's throne!?"
"Quickly release Lady Caenis."
The crowd gradually grew restless.
Ryuga's eyes flashed with killing intent. These people were really stubborn!
Whoosh—
The flames surged, scaring the approaching crowd into scrambling back.
"Heh, truly just a bunch of trash who only dare draw blades against the weak."
Ryuga chuckled lightly.
Cipher, who had been happily gnawing on earth beast steak with her mouth full of grease, suddenly froze, her eyes widening.
Brilliance flowed in her eyes, unable to conceal her admiration.
So cool!
(☆ω☆)
"Lord Demon God."
Aglaea suddenly raised her jade hand, pressing it on Ryuga's hand, slowly shaking her head. Her red lips moved up and down, her voice extremely low.
"Public sentiment."
"Her Majesty just took control of the Holy City."
Looking at Aglaea whose eyes were full of worry and obsession, Ryuga felt helpless.
Aya never changed.
A thousand years ago she judged Phainon, a thousand years later she judged Stellaron. "True Sister of Judgment"
She told Tribbie she could easily destroy the Elder Council, but to stabilize public sentiment she couldn't act rashly.
Until the end, to pave the way for Phainon, she resolutely leaped into the pool.
This was Aya.
(Phainon is the chinese equivalent for Phainon)
Always considering others.
Sometimes, Ryuga truly didn't understand her thought process.
Wouldn't it be better to follow Cerydra's method—use forceful means to purge the Elder Council, completely erasing opposing voices?
'Caenis' had to die, but indeed couldn't let Cerydra be criticized.
After all, they were foot-kissing acquaintances.
He had an idea.
"Scram!"
Ryuga waved his hand. The flames withdrew.
Caenis's whole body trembled as she gasped heavily. With her attendants' support, she quickly fled.
Though not dead, her 30-year-old appearance had still aged to 60.
"What a pity."
Cipher sighed lightly, her brows slightly furrowed, a trace of regret passing through her eyes as she shook her head.
Couldn't kill her.
...
Cloud-stone Palace.
Cerydra, who had already received the news, stared dumbly at Hyselins beside her.
"Damn Elder Council!!"
"These vermin—looks like they haven't been cleaned thoroughly enough."
Cerydra trembled with rage, her face flushed red, her little fangs clenched tightly, grinding audibly.
Her small fists clenched, the little wings at her waist fluttering in anger.
Just like an annoyed little beast, fierce yet adorable.
Make Ryuga the monarch?
Then what about her?
Wouldn't she be a total clown?
"Oh, message from Lord Ryuga."
Hyselins's eyes lit up.
"Hmm? Why did he message you and not me?"
Cerydra frowned slightly, feeling somewhat wronged and puzzled.
"Because yesterday after Your Majesty was foot-kissed, you kicked Lord Ryuga out before you could exchange contact keys..."
"Stop! What did he say?"
Cerydra sharply raised her hand, cutting off Hyselins's words.
Recalling yesterday's humiliating foot-kissing scene, her cheeks burned like fire.
Her ear tips uncontrollably flushed, and her toes inside her shoes secretly curled, as if still able to feel that trembling sensation.
"Plot to Assassinate the Empress."
After Hyselins finished explaining, Cerydra understood.
"Quite bold. Mm, not a bad clever scheme."
"Execute it."
...
Coincidentally.
On the other side, looking at her aged self in the mirror, Caenis flew into a rage, smashing everything on the table to the ground, venting her fury.
"Kill!"
"Send all the Cleaners out. Kill Cerydra."
"Once she's dead, Lord Demon God surely won't refuse to rule the Holy City."
"Hahaha, hahahaha—"
"Also, bring me the 'successor'."
"Yes!"
...
To be continued…