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"Now, back to our discussion," the princess said, her voice commanding attention. "Wilfharm is preparing to launch an attack on Aelfhim within the next week. During this time, I will be instituting a special training regimen. You all must push yourselves to improve your ranks. Weakness and defeat will not be tolerated. Do I make myself clear?"
Her words carried the weight of authority, a stark contrast to the girl she had been. Ever since she was thirteen, Princess Roselle had taken up the mantle of leadership after her father's mysterious disappearance. Over the years, she had cultivated a stoic exterior, focusing solely on the pursuit of power. Even her most trusted commanders, who once outclassed her, now feared her. The balance of power had shifted, and none dared to challenge it.
"I must admit," one of the adventurers spoke up, his voice stiff, as if wary of angering her. "I'm curious about your sudden ambition. What do you mean by uniting the Southern region, and why this drastic change?"
The princess gave him a steady, reassuring look. "Rest easy," she said calmly, her voice betraying no emotion. "No matter what happens, I am still your princess. I value loyalty, and I will never harm those who stand by me, as long as your allegiance remains true. Let me explain."
She stood, walking slowly across the room, gathering her thoughts before speaking again.
"According to history, this continent is divided into five regions: the Northern, Southern, Eastern, Western, and Central. Once, the Southern region was known as Aelfhim — the first and greatest human settlement on the continent. But over time, it was fragmented. Now, the South is the weakest region, riddled with division. The neutral zone—the Forest of Terra, separates the territories of Aelfhim, Wilfharm, Rexburg, and Evergreen. Each of these lands holds its own interests, but they must be unified under Aelfhim's banner once again."
Her eyes hardened with resolve. "I've already sent letters to all the kingdoms, except Wilfharm — they're already eager for war. The letters offered a simple choice: surrender or face conflict. So far, Rexburg has refused and is preparing for battle. Evergreen has yet to decide, likely waiting to see the outcomes before making their move."
The commanders exchanged nervous glances. Her ambition wasn't just to take on Wilfharm, but Rexburg and Evergreen as well. The princess was challenging the entire balance of power.
"I trust your judgment, Your Highness," one commander said, his voice cautious. "But Aelfhim's survival could very well—"
The sentence was cut short as Roselle's cold, piercing gaze fixed on him. He fell silent, knowing better than to continue.
"I'm giving you a new task," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. "You will train our forces with a method I'll provide. In one week, I expect all of you to have broken through to the next grade. Any less will be unacceptable."
Without waiting for a response, she dismissed the meeting and remained alone in the throne room. As the door shut behind her commanders, she reached for Excalibur, the legendary weapon she had only recently begun to master. The weapon pulsed with untapped power, its edge gleaming with potential. It was said to have the ability to turn the tide of wars, and yet Beelzebub had given it to her without a second thought, simply as a replacement for her old weapon. The demon race truly knew no bounds.
Elsewhere, in Wilfharm, Sheon was speaking with Leonel, a smile gracing her face. Since their recent victory against the Rominary Yellow Bandits, he had noticed a change in her — a newfound cheerfulness.
"So, where are you planning to go after your leave from Wilfharm?" Sheon asked, a curious edge to her voice. She remembered Leonel had once said he wanted to settle in Wilfharm, so his sudden shift in plans caught her attention.
Leonel's smile faded as he spoke, his voice quieter now. "The world is vast, Sheon. There's so much more to it than Wilfharm. I want to push myself, to reach the pinnacle of humanity. Wilfharm can't offer that. I'm planning to go to the Erebus Wastes."
Sheon froze. The Erebus Wastes? A land known for its lawlessness and ruthless inhabitants. It was a place where only the strongest survived, and even the Empire hesitated to confront it. That Leonel, someone she had come to consider a friend, would willingly venture there left her in stunned disbelief.
"The Erebus Wastes?" Sheon repeated, her voice tinged with concern. "That place is a cesspool of corruption. It's a place where only the strongest can survive. You're not that kind of person, Leonel. Why not go to the Empire or Delzgade? Both are places that could offer you the strength you seek!"
Her voice was full of worry, but Leonel merely smiled softly, shaking his head.
"You underestimate me, Sheon," he said gently. "I may not seem like much, but I'm far stronger than you think. I may not look like it but Through out this continent I alone I'm the heaven favoured."
For a moment, Sheon spaced out as if trying to ponder what it meant, though there was a hint of something darker behind his words. But then, as if on a whim, Leonel's smile morphed into something far more unsettling.
"It seems my departure will be delayed," he said, his tone shifting to something more sinister. "There's something I want to observe a little longer."
His smile widened, turning wicked, and Sheon couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine. His expression was that of a villain, and it sent an eerie shiver through her.
Sheon excused herself quickly, remembering that the guild master had called for an important meeting. But as she exited, a black shadow seemed to materialize from the corner of the room — Charion, the black feline familiar Leonel had sent on an errand weeks ago to observe Princess Roselle.
"It's been a while," Leonel said with a teasing smile, addressing the cat. "I thought you might've run off by now."
Charion's face twisted in disgust, but Leonel just grinned wider, amused by the familiar's displeasure.
"Now, tell me everything," Leonel said, his tone suddenly serious.
"The first question is simple, yes or no," he continued, his gaze intense. "I'm already at the seventh order in all aspects. If I were to face Princess Roselle in battle, who would win?"
This expanded version adds depth to the scenes, enhances the emotional weight of the conversations, and paints a clearer picture of the characters' motivations and relationships. If you'd like me to continue or edit any part further, just let me know!