The battle was going quite well. Very, very well... Much better than anyone had expected.
Only a thousand, maybe two thousand, magical monsters had appeared and been destroyed. This was truly strange. According to the villagers, at least five thousand magical monsters co here every year.
The only reason the villagers had managed to survive so far was because of the fairy race living in the forest. After all, fairies were creatures more prone to magic than even elves, though not as much as dragons. Of course, this was enough to explain how they had managed to hide themselves.
Luke hadn’t asked because he didn’t want to know, but... when he was told the number of magical beasts, he beca curious.
Why would the fairies, who didn’t like humans, go out of their way to protect them? It really didn’t make any sense.
That was precisely why he had found one of the fairies who had already settled in his mansion and carved little houses into the wooden areas, and then said, "Call Felipe for ; he must co to my room imdiately."
When Luke entered his study, Felipe literally erged from the wall of the study and said, "You called , Mr. Hiera."
"Call Luke, it’s fine," Luke replied, and then, coughing slightly, asked the following questions:
"Why did a race that dislikes all races except dragons, especially humans, and even hates them, protect this area that used to be a village? What was the reason for this? Why are you so loyal to that scoundrel who was my grandfather?"
Upon hearing Luke’s questions, Felipe nodded as if he understood and then asked, "Did you know that this is the region of the Chaos Born, sir?"
Luke tilted his head as if he didn’t understand the question and then said, "I thought the region of the Chaos Born was the capital..."
"Well, that’s another region, but this is the main region. The real reason we respect the Hieras is precisely this..." Felipe said and then snapped his fingers.
The mont Felipe snapped his fingers, Luke felt as if he had been teleported to another place. The scenery around him had changed, and he found himself in a huge hall made of pure white marble.
In this pure white hall, there was a throne, and a woman was sitting on it. Luke imdiately recognised who this woman was and knelt down on his knees.
She had golden hair and eyes, resembling the sun itself, with a posture that exuded hope. She was almost the sa height as Luke, with incredible facial features and a perfect body.
The First Hiera.
Androda Ariadne Hiera.
Even though Luke could tell this wasn’t real, he knelt on both knees out of respect and bowed his head.
The only person in the snow-white hall was not the empress herself. There were exactly nineteen Ancient Dragons in the vast hall. Through the hall’s windows, hundreds more could be seen outside.
Androda Ariadne Hiera. The First Hiera and the woman who founded the empire. The very embodint of a human beloved by the gods and goddesses. She was the woman who had the Ancient Dragons kneel before her. The woman whose na was inscribed in every temple on Earth and who possessed a bloodline more noble than any other.
"What does this an, Felipe?" Luke asked gently.
"Please watch, sir," Felipe replied.
As soon as the little fairy said this, the door to the pure white hall opened, and several fairies, perhaps four or five tis larger than the usual fairies, entered the room.
"Are they your ancestors?" Luke asked.
"Yes, sir," Felipe replied.
The fairy at the front of the group stepped forward and knelt down.
"We heard you summon us, O great Hiera. Please give us your orders," the fairy said.
"A prophecy has been granted, I have seen the distant future, what will happen, the hell spilling outwards, and much more. I must give you and your lineage a task," Androda replied, then extended her hand towards the fairy on her knees and released her magic.
When Empress Androda’s magic enveloped the fairy, a star mark appeared on the fairy’s forehead, just like on Felipe and the other fairies.
"According to the prophecy, the future will be bloody. The Magical Monster Gates we are facing will beco softer than they are now, but this will only be a ga. Each one will be like a magic bomb ready to explode." Androda said, and without pausing, she continued:
"In the prophecy, I saw a man who would act wickedly and cause soone from his own bloodline to hate him. His na is Liam Hiera."
Luke began shaking his head in disbelief at what he had heard.
"I see a young man whose na I do not know, with black hair, a dark pink right eye, and a light blue left eye. A young man who can combine white with black and yellow."
These words made Luke’s eyebrows shoot up, and his eyes widened. He didn’t need to be very smart to realise that the person described was himself.
"I see a young man who will be hated by his father but valued by everyone else. I see a young man who will be exiled and will face danger in the north, where the danger is greatest. I see a young man who will rule over the cold with his one and only wife, his incredibly powerful servants, and his people."
"I see a young man who will rule over the Ancient Dragons like and will not waste the danger of the north, the gift of the Chaos-Born. He will hate the world and live only for himself and those he values... or he will fight for everyone and save the world."
"I see a young man whom you must protect the north until he cos."
When Androda finally fell silent, the fairy who had been kneeling rose to her feet and said, "We will carry out your orders, O great Hiera. We swear by the goddess Nyx, the god Erebus, and every remaining Chaos-Born that our lineage will carry out these orders."
These were the words that began to set everything in motion.
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