Lucas ca toward Alex and whispered in his ear, "Alex, the monarchs of the other countries have also shown up.
Right now, I’m keeping them away in the eting room. Let’s go—they’re all waiting just for you."
Alex waved a hand dismissively. "Don’t worry. Let them wait a little."
Lucas pleaded, "I’m begging you, please let’s go. After all, I’ll have to deal with them in the fire afterward."
Alex clicked his tongue. "Alright, alright."
Looking toward his friends, he said, "Enjoy yourselves. I’ll co back later."
They all nodded toward him.
Alex and Lucas moved toward the eting room.
The rest of the monarchs who ruled the world had also shown up.
Alex opened the door to the eting room.
Every monarch from the other countries ca into view.
Six monarchs from six different nations had already taken their seats around a circular table of polished obsidian, its surface reflecting their faces like a dark mirror.
On one chair sat Sylphoria Sylven Everglade, Queen of the Faerie Domain. Her beauty was almost unreal—dark-blue hair cascaded in smooth, silken waves all the way down to her waist, catching the light like a night river under the moon. She wore a flowing gown of iridescent green silk embroidered with silver leaves.
Beside her sat Eleanor Aqualis, Queen of the rfolk. Her sky-blue hair fell around her shoulders like flowing water, each strand seeming to move with a current of its own. She was dressed in a shimring aqua dress with pearl accents and a seashell crown.
The Elven King, Thalion, also took his place, his erald eyes landing on Alex—long silver hair, elegant robes of forest green and gold.
Damon Noctis Bloodrose—King of Vampires—sat with predatory grace, crimson eyes glowing faintly, dressed in a black velvet suit with a blood-red cape.
The fifth monarch was Cian Aurelias of the Holy Empire. He sat with his arms crossed, maroon hair slightly tousled as if he’d run his hand through it one too many tis. His brown eyes were sharp but filled with irritation. His holy robes—white and gold, embroidered with intricate patterns—couldn’t hide the tension in his posture.
The sixth was the Dwarven King, Selvic Storm Everforge. Broad and stout, with a magnificent braided beard streaked with silver, he was clad in heavy steel-plated ceremonial armor gleaming with runic engravings, an axe at his side—he’d co for the banquet too.
Seeing Alex, everyone smiled except for Cian, who clicked his tongue.
Except for Cian, each of them stood up as Alex entered and bowed deeply toward him.
Sylphoria spoke first, her voice like wind chis. "King Alex Dragonheart, you saved our Faerie Domain from annihilation. The eternal forests sing your na, and we will never forget what you have done for us."
Eleanor bowed gracefully. "rfolkkind thanks you for saving our race and will aid you whenever you ask for our help."
Thalion’s voice rang clear. "Elvenkind rembers forever. You turned back the darkness that threatened our people."
Damon smirked, showing his fangs. "Even the night bows to you. Vampires honor and respect you for what you did for us."
Selvic bood heartily. "Ye saved forges and halls! Dwarves’ll drink ta ye for a thousand years!"
Alex nodded. "Yes, you all should be grateful."
But the next second, his eyes sharpened.
"But I don’t want to know how grateful you all are to ."
Suddenly, in front of each monarch, a mana contract materialized—glowing blue parchnts hovering in the air, words shimring with binding magic.
"Sign it," Alex commanded.
Confused expressions appeared on their faces.
Thalion asked cautiously, "King Alex, what is this for?"
Cian scoffed loudly. "I’m never going to sign sothing you give ever again."
Alex smirked. "We’ll see."
He flicked his fingers.
Suddenly, a portal opened behind him—crackling with dark energy, its edges rippling like molten lava.
From inside the portal, the Dragon King Zarkov himself appeared.
Towering and majestic, Zarkov had shimring obsidian scales covering his massive humanoid form, molten-gold eyes burning like furnaces, curved horns sweeping back from his regal head, and black-and-gold armor etched with draconic runes.
His wings were folded elegantly behind him. Despite his defeat, he looked powerful and handso—primal, commanding, every inch a king.
Every monarch beca cautious, hands twitching toward their weapons, eyes narrowing.
Sylphoria whispered, "What is this?"
Selvic gripped his axe. "What’s goin’ on ’ere, lad?"
"What’s going on?!" Eleanor demanded, water magic swirling faintly around her.
Seeing their confused expressions, Alex raised a hand calmly. "Relax, guys. He is not the real enemy."
He explained smoothly, "The Dragon God Tiamat was the one who forced Zarkov to invade our world by controlling him through ancient curses and divine compulsion."
"Now that he’s free—thanks to —Zarkov has promised to beco the protector of this world."
Alex continued, "From now on, there will be no wars. Zarkov has ford a contract with and will protect this world with his life. The real enemy is Tiamat."
"The mana contract in front of you builds trust with Zarkov. Its conditions are simple but binding:
1. No wars with other continents—permanent peace.
2. Start trading resources freely—ores, magic crystals, grains, artifacts.
3. Maintain good relationships—diplomatic envoys, joint festivals, shared defenses.
4. Give Zarkov the respect he deserves as guardian—honor him in histories, temples if needed.
Break any of these, and the contract will punish you with mana backlash and you will die painfully."
So still hesitated.
Eleanor asked warily, "Can we truly trust him?"
Selvic grumbled, "Aye... dragon or no?"
Alex t their eyes. "If you trust , you can trust Zarkov."
It astonished everyone how much Alex trusted Zarkov.
Zarkov smiled with pride, standing taller.
Elven King Thalion nodded first. "Well, if there’s one I have complete trust in, it’s Alex."
He signed the contract without hesitation, blue light sealing it.
Vampire King Damon followed, smirking. "I also have complete trust in him. If he wanted to kill us, who could stop him?"
The others, showing trust in Alex, signed one by one—mana glowing as the bonds ford.
Cian was about to refuse, his mouth opening.
Alex said in a low, nacing voice, "Choose your words carefully, Cian. It may very well be your last otherwise."
Scared out of his mind, Cian signed quickly, clicking his tongue.
Alex nodded. "Now that’s perfect. Now we can all live in harmony."
He added casually, "Now my work here is complete."
He announced, "I’m giving my position as king to Lucas. From now on, he will handle the affairs of the Avaloria Empire."
This astonished everyone, their jaws dropping.
But they sighed inwardly, thinking, ’What else can we do? Alex was like this after all—doing whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted.’
Alex took his leave. "Alright, my work here is done. You guys can talk all the politics you want. I’m leaving."
"Zarkov, get along with them."
Zarkov nodded his head solemnly.
Alex walked out of the eting room, leaving Lucas behind.
Lucas sighed deeply. "I knew sothing like this would happen."
They all took their seats, discussing politics as the contracts glowed faintly.
Alex suddenly stepped out of the eting room.
Evelyn was standing there, waiting for him.
"We need to talk."
Alex sighed inwardly. ’Just my luck.’
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