CHAPTER 225: THREE KINGDOM ALLIANCE

I, along with the representatives from the Braveheart Kingdom’s heroes famliy, watched in awe as the delegates from the Mercenary Kingdom of Gildoria and the Magic Kingdom of Solara entered the meeting hall.

From the side of the Gildoria Kingdom, the Mercenary King and Queen made their entrance with a commanding presence. They wore Gildoria-style formal attire in a deep crimson hue that still revealed their well-sculpted muscles, accentuated by black fur-lined cloaks that added to their regal, battle-hardened aura.

The two walked in hand-in-hand, perfectly in sync, exuding both power and unity. As they stepped into the room, the atmosphere shifted—everyone could immediately sense their overwhelming battle aura. It was immense. It was monstrous.

Using my [Eclipse Foresight], I instinctively analyzed their aura and was stunned—it surged like a wild beast barely restrained by human form. The pressure they gave off was not something one would associate with ordinary mortals.

Inside my mind, both Envi and Runa voiced their amazement.

"These two... they’ve transcended the limits of human strength."

This was my first time witnessing humans this powerful. Curiosity took over, and I opened their status windows:

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Name: Yunho Draven

Title: Mercenary King

Level: 120 (Limit Break)

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Name: Mina Draven

Title: Mercenary Queen

Level: 110 (Limit Break)

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Envi and I were genuinely shocked. I couldn’t believe it—they had both entered the [Limit Break] realm, just like I had... yet their levels surpassed mine.

"Nao... if they join our alliance, they could become our strongest assets," Envi said in my mind.

I nodded in agreement. I needed to build a good relationship with them—and if possible, learn from them. Perhaps they could help me grow even stronger in this new realm of power.

As they took their seats, their elite guards stood firmly behind them, exuding equal parts discipline and danger.

Then it was time for the delegation from the Magic Kingdom of Solara to make their appearance.

Suddenly, the air was filled with mana—thick, radiant, and vibrant. The Solaran representatives floated gracefully into the hall, their arrival a dazzling display of magic. The sheer beauty of their magical entrance captivated everyone in the room.

At the front of their delegation was none other than Salvador von Solara, the 10th Magic King himself. I had met him once before, during the Norx incident at the Solara Magic Academy. He looked exactly as I remembered him—dignified and charismatic, the embodiment of arcane nobility.

As he entered, his gaze met mine. A faint, knowing smile appeared on his face. He remembered me.

Beside him stood his son, Xerion von Solara, who also happened to be the Headmaster of the Solara Magic Academy. As ever, he was strikingly handsome.

He raised his hand in a wave—not toward me, but toward someone else. Following his gaze, I saw that it was Arsene. Her cheeks turned pink as she smiled and waved back shyly.

So... they already knew each other.

"Looks like those two have something special going on," Envi muttered with a mischievous tone.I shrugged. "Let them be. They’re at the right age, and they both run prestigious magic academies. Honestly... they kind of suit each other."

I shook the thoughts from my head—now wasn’t the time to drift into fantasies about romantic pairings. I had to focus on this summit.

Xerion and Salvador were accompanied by three of the Four Magi of Solara. One had died in the battle against Lucius and the Demon Lord Nosef.

I noticed Silvanya, one of the surviving Magi. Her eyes looked heavy with grief, though she tried to appear composed. The loss of one of their greatest mages had clearly hit them hard.

Much like the Mercenary royalty, the arrival of the Solaran leaders changed the room’s atmosphere—but this time, it wasn’t battle aura. It was pure mana pressure.

Mana began swirling subtly throughout the room, converging around their group.

My curiosity got the better of me. I checked their statuses.

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Name: Salvador von Solara

Title: The Magic King

Level: 120 (Limit Break)

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Name: Xerion von Solara

Title: Headmaster of Solara Magic Academy, Son of the Magic King

Level: 100

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As I expected, Salvador-sama had entered the [Limit Break] realm, placing him on par with the Mercenary King. Xerion wasn’t quite at that level yet, but his potential was unmistakable—he would surely reach it in time.

Just as I finished reviewing their stats, I felt another surge of immense mana—an unfamiliar yet powerful presence.

Turning my gaze to the remaining magi, one figure stood out.

A man with yellow mullet hairstyle, blue eyes, a rough face, and a single black earring. He looked more like a gang leader than a court mage. He has a barcode tattoo under his right cheek, there is a small number under the barcode but I can’t read it because it’s too far away.

I remembered him vaguely—he’d been present during my visit to Solara’s palace. Back then, he had seemed dismissive, even lazy.

But this time... the aura around him was something else entirely.

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Name: Char

Title: The Strongest Magi of Solara (Rank 1st Magi), #### ERROR####

Level: 115 (Limit Break)

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My eyes widened. My thoughts were racing.

"Envi... this guy...""Yeah, Nao. Not only has he achieved Limit Break, but... look at that hidden title. Error."

That’s right. I had seen this once before—on Lilith. This couldn’t be a coincidence.

"Could he be a demon emissary too?" I asked anxiously."Impossible, Master," Runa interrupted with a firm tone. "I’ve sensed no demonic presence from him. If he were a Demon Overlord, I’d know instantly. I’m certain—he’s a real human."

Envi and I looked at each other mentally. We trusted Runa’s instincts. Still, we would need to investigate Char further. Something about him was off.

While I was deep in thought, our eyes suddenly met—mine and Char’s. He gave a faint smirk. Not a friendly one... it felt like a silent jab, a provocation.

"What’s his deal...?" I muttered internally, curiosity and unease swirling inside me.

But I didn’t act. For now, I had to stay focused. The real battle... was just beginning.

Let me know if you’d like a Chapter title for this part too—something epic or mysterious to match the arrival of these powerful guests.

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Once everyone was seated in their respective positions, the Alliance Summit officially began.

King Aslan welcomed all attending parties with warmth and dignity. Despite the growing tensions across the continent, the atmosphere in the room remained composed—at least, at first. Each representative appeared calm and attentive as the meeting commenced.

King Aslan opened with a clear message: the world stood on the edge of devastation, and now was the time to unite forces against the looming threat of the demons. Both Mercenary King Yunho and Magic King Salvador von Solara nodded in firm agreement.

The meeting moved into an in-depth analysis of the previous war with the demons. A detailed report was presented, outlining each battle stage and the final outcome. The summary was sobering—a narrow and costly victory for humanity.

But then, unexpectedly, Mercenary Queen Mina Draven slammed her hand on the table and spoke with barely contained fury:

"A narrow victory? If not for the betrayal of Lucius von Starlight, the so-called Hero of the Starlight Family, none of this would have happened! That battle should have been a complete triumph!"

Her words were sharp, and the tone in the room immediately changed.

Across the hall, Raius von Starlight, father of Lucius, rose to his feet. His face twisted in anger, and his Forced Aura flared alongside radiant light magic.

"You think we expected any of that?! Lucius is not the monster you claim him to be! I know my son better than anyone!"

He made a sudden move forward, intent on confronting the Mercenary Queen, but Julius and Luna rushed to his side and held him back.

"Hah! Making excuses now? How pathetic. If I had been there, I would’ve crushed those damn Demon Overlords myself!" Mina snapped back, her voice a blend of fury and disdain.

In response, her elite guards stepped forward, drawing weapons and readying themselves to protect their queen.

Before anything could escalate further, the magi from Solara unleashed a massive surge of mana, silencing the room momentarily with sheer magical pressure. Then Silvanya, her voice trembling with pain and rage, stepped forward:

"You would’ve crushed them? You don’t know the horror of facing the Demon Overlords! One of our own—one of the Four Great Magi—was killed by them!"

She and another Magi began advancing toward the Gildorian guards, their hands glowing with powerful spells.

"This is very troublesome." Char didn’t move from his spot, he seemed to ignore it.

I stood frozen, watching this entire disaster unfold in real time. The summit was unraveling faster than anyone could’ve predicted. Tensions had exploded into open hostility.

All around me, chaos erupted.

People stood on tables, magical circles began to form, swords were drawn, and battle auras filled the air. Even Julius and Luna were caught in the middle, unsure how to intervene.

In the midst of the turmoil, King Aslan’s royal guards—led by Sir Godfrey and several other knight commanders—rushed forward, trying to de-escalate the situation.

Then, just as the first strikes were about to land, something extraordinary happened.

Everything stopped.

The entire room froze. It was as if time itself had halted. Every fighter, every mage—every person involved—was completely immobilized, their bodies stiff like statues. Fear and confusion flashed across their eyes.

Their faces turned pale.

It wasn’t magic.

It was Aura—and not just any aura. It was the Mercenary King Yunho, who had released his full battle aura with crushing force. An overwhelming, suffocating presence filled the room, pinning even the strongest warriors in place.

Simultaneously, King Aslan von Braveheart and Magic King Salvador von Solara followed suit, unleashing their own powers.

The entire room trembled.

Then the three of them roared in unison:

"STAND DOWN!"

Their voices echoed like divine commands, leaving no room for resistance.

A suffocating silence followed.

This summit, meant to be the foundation of unity... had turned into a volatile battlefield in a matter of minutes. Was there still hope to salvage this?

And then—suddenly—right in front of me, a shimmering system window appeared:

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[SUDDENLY QUEST!!!]

Quest: Be the mediator of the Alliance Summit and ensure its success.

Reward: +15 Goddess Points

Penalty: The Alliance will fail to form.

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Damn it! I clenched my fists. I had to do something—now.

This entire alliance depended on it.

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