While Yuta was lost in thought, he heard a knock on his office door.
He adjusted his posture and facial expression, speaking in his usual tone while glancing towards the door with his eyes closed. "You may come in, Maximilian, Duke Reinhardt de Molière's lieutenant."
A look of astonishment crossed Maximilian's face as he listened to Yuta Casseral's words. He entered his office to find Yuta sitting in a chair by a window overlooking the Ferkelsen Academy.
Yuta got straight to the point without giving Maximilian a chance to say a word. "You want me to welcome the guests arriving at the Ferkelsen Academy, aren't you right, Maximilian?"
A smile, tinged with admiration, appeared on Maximilian's face as he looked at Yuta, whose expression was unreadable.
However, he didn't seem surprised. She had researched Yuta, and although the information about him was ordinary, it became Suspicious after leaving the Cassiral family
He broke the silence, looking around, trying to understand what Yuta was thinking and why Reinhardt trusted his abilities. "Yes, that's right. You, Gia Guilford from the Legendary Class, and Cloud Ulguid from the Ordinary Class will be welcoming guests."
Yuta opened his eyes, looking at him, an inexplicable smile on his lips that sent shivers down Maximilian's spine. "We will be extremely hospitable, Mr. Maximilian. Just wait and see the beauty of this year's festival."
Maximilian remained silent for several seconds before bowing slightly as he spoke. "Please excuse me, I must leave now."
Maximilian left the room immediately, feeling that he was dealing with someone you shouldn't make an enemy of, no matter the cost.
After Maximilian left, a spark of determination flashed in Yuta's eyes. He knew he had to fully regain his strength before anything untoward happened. He spoke in a calm voice, looking around. "At the very least, if I..." "I'll need two years to fully regain my strength," he said.
He then left his room and headed towards the meeting place, which was the gate of the Verselkin Academy.
Meanwhile, Yuta was heading towards the place where he was to receive the guests of honor when he met Gia on the way to the same location.
"Good morning, Gia Guilford," Yuta's voice was soft and tinged with a pleasant smile.
Gia's expression remained unchanged as she looked at him, a hint of distaste that he easily noticed.
However, he didn't care; he didn't have to justify his actions. He thought he liked her, and that was her business. He wasn't concerned.
Then, breaking the tension between them, she spoke up. "Good morning, Yuta Cassiral. It seems you'll be one of those welcoming guests."
"Yes, I hope there won't be any problems. We smell strange."
Gia didn't understand what he meant, but she decided to continue on her way without another word. She didn't trust Yuta at all.
Seeing him do so much had made him seem like nothing more than a disgusting, repulsive scoundrel. Yet, she was obliged to accompany him to a place where they were to receive guests.
After fifteen minutes, they arrived at the gate of the academy and found a student Cloud Yulgade, from the Ordinary Class, awaited them at the gate.
His face was a mixture of excitement, tension, and anxiety, for they were about to be greeted by powerful figures from both within and outside his world.
His gaze shifted towards Yuta and Gia, who were approaching him, increasing his anxiety. They were the two strongest students in the academy and one of the world's superpowers.
Yuta owned one of the most famous technology companies, unique in its time, still operating in a Victorian era devoid of such things. Gia Guilford was the daughter of Duke Aster Guilford, one of the strongest pillars of the human empire.
Cloud spoke in a nervous tone, bowing respectfully, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Yuta Casseral and Mr. Gia Guilford."
Gia glanced at him for a few seconds before ignoring him, and the same was true for Yuta. They hadn't come to make friends, but to complete their work and leave as if nothing had happened.
This left Cloud feeling embarrassed, and he followed them without He couldn't utter a single word; the pressure of their presence compelled them to silence.
They headed outside the academy to find the atmosphere filled with joy and laughter among locals and visitors of various races and ethnicities.
It was a unique day where everyone was equal—humans, orcs, barbarians, dwarves, and elves—though the arrival of dwarves seemed almost impossible.
Their unexpected appearance left Cloud and Gia in shock. Unaccustomed to such a sight, Uta didn't seem to notice him.
They turned their attention to a large group of people, who weren't human. They were the leaders of powerful clans and tribes, delayed for various reasons.
They were the leaders of the Elve Empire: barbarians, orcs, angels, dwarves, rulers of the Highlands, and dragons. Walking in a single file, they both took their breath away, though Gea's shock wasn't apparent, while Cloud's was quite evident.
Geba nudged him on the shoulder, causing him to regain his composure as he looked at them.
Uta approached them with a diplomatic smile, having concealed the scent of his hybrid nature. He spoke in a calm, respectful tone, bowing slightly as a sign of deference.
His tactfulness astonished them all, especially the Dragon King of Averius, who had adopted Uta. After giving him the scarlet tusk, which belonged only to the Imperial family, he looked at him with a barely concealed smile.
Both pretended not to know anything to avoid any unexpected problems.
The Elven ruler, Veronia, spoke with a faint smile as she looked at Uta. "It's been more than eight months since we met, Other Martha. Thank you, Other Martha, for helping us in that battle, Other Martha."
A sly smile appeared on Uta's face as he listened to Veronia's words, through which she was trying to annoy and insult the Orc Emperor. They had fought Orcs Higher and the giant Goblins.
Although the Goblin ruler, Cavlior, had died at his hands when they were in the city of Euspecrus, the Orc Emperor was still alive.
He spoke in a respectful tone as he looked at Emperor Ectarfil.
The one who was called the Hero, Technia, was not alone. The Dwarven Emperor, the Angels, and the Barbarians all did the same, unlike the Elf Empress, who was not given that name; it was bestowed upon her sister.
"Thank you for your compliment, Lord Veronia. However, I realize that the Orc Emperor Iktarfil is upset and ashamed that someone from his people has transgressed the will of the Hero of Peace, Argon. Isn't that so, Lord Iktarfil?"
A look of astonishment crossed Iktarfil's face as he listened to Uta Cassiral's words. He then laughed loudly, glancing towards the Elf Empress Veronia.
He spoke with feigned anger, as he was the one who wanted to conquer the Elf Empire to expand his lands. "You're right, Uta Cassiral. They were a group of rebels who tried to discredit the Orc Empire because I refused to expand at the expense of other lands."
A faint smile remained on Uta's face, concealing a clear hint of sarcasm at how each of them had appointed himself ruler of the lands. The vast Middle Continent, the human empire, is depicted on its map as ruling the entire continent, although it legally governs only 54%. The remaining 46% is considered its territory, but at the same time, parts of the lands belong to other empires.
These lands were called "peace lands" because they were considered the property of both empires simultaneously, to avoid battles and wars. The lands were owned by those who worked them, and nothing more.
Above all, they established cities and sects within each other's empires.
It could be considered a world ruled by a single empire if you weren't aware of the details.
However, kingdoms did not place their capitals there to avoid any unforeseen problems.
However, Yuta was aware that peace wouldn't last long, and that wars for Earth would return. Whether it took a world, two years, or thirty years, the outcome would be the same: a war that would end both sides, through the intervention of the Dragon Emperor Averius, the Elve Julius, the Demon King Millard, or his son, Son Goku, when each side reached a point of exhaustion.
Then, Empress Angel Noriana spoke respectfully, looking at both Empress Elf Veronia and Emperor Orc Ectarfil. "Thank you, Lord Yuta Cassiral. You did the right thing, and I will never forget it."
"Thank you, Lady Noriana... So, let's take you on a tour of the Ferclezen Academy. It's not polite to leave our guests standing at the door."
They entered without saying anything, to avoid any unexpected problems. Too much talk leads to many slips of the tongue, which can cause problems no one wants to find themselves in.
As they strolled, the gazes of both the Dwarf Emperor and the Elf Angels were fixed upon each other. They looked around in admiration at a place that blended architectural masterpieces and construction, a place that would move even a dwarf to tears. Despite millions of years of uninterrupted restoration, the Vrselkin Academy remained so intact that it became a city in its own right, now known as Giemsburg.
As for the elves and angels, the antiquity of the place and the knowledge it contained were immense. Moreover, Alessandra had an excellent relationship with the leader of the Light of Heavens, the heart of the Elf Light Empire, which was considered the starting point for the creation of the Elf Light Empire.
This made them feel comfortable and happy. All their ancestors, except for the Orcs and Barbarians, had participated in the construction of the Vrselkin Academy, making it a unique symbol of cooperation between several races.
Even though it was part of the human Empire, they considered it an unforgettable mark on the history books of all of them.
They continued on their way without saying a word. It was a journey that spoke volumes, as they answered any questions. It was Cloud or Gia who answered, or Yota in rare cases if he felt... A direct answer would cause a disaster.
"Your world is beautiful and full of life, unlike mine, where we are only celestial beings, making our time spent solely on work," Julius said, looking at the bird that had landed on his right wing.
Yuta sighed, his annoyance barely concealed, as he understood Julius's intention to provoke both Empress Elf Veronia and the Angels of Noriana.
Nevertheless, he decided to play along in a way that wouldn't achieve his goal. "You are right, ruler of the celestial beings. You possess wings and the ability to use the Ancients with ease, but you own nothing in your world except yourselves."
"And it's the opposite here. We have many races and ethnicities, which makes our lives beautiful outside of work. Even if we seem distant, we will unite to defeat the internal enemies who are trying to divide us."
Lulius continued to look at Yuta with a faint smile, yet he felt afraid of him. He knew that Yuta had discovered his attempts to create problems and sow discord between the elves and angels, aiming to incite a civil war within their ranks. The world
They continued on their way, ignoring the looks of each other, a mixture of admiration, caution, and astonishment at Yuta's abilities, which they considered exceptional.
At the same time, a dangerous enemy lurked, not wanting to see him grow any further. Yuta was well aware of this, for in the end, none of them had any allies except Averius, whom he considered a temporary ally until his usefulness expired.
Nevertheless, they continued their journey through the academy grounds, chatting amongst themselves and asking questions.
The Dwarf Emperor of Argon spoke, looking at Yuta with a scrutinizing gaze, a glare in his eyes like any dwarf's. "You have magnificent swords, Master Yuta Cassiral, especially the Kamish sword you fought with when you were on Jeju Island."
"But there is a sword even better than that—I mean, the one you used against Gowther McAteer in the Magic Tournament. It is a unique sword, unlike any metal or material I have seen in my nearly 1,000 years of life." "
Signs of astonishment appeared on the faces of Veronia and Noriana Argon, shock on Cloud's face, slight dismay on Gia's, and admiration on the faces of Averius, Ectarville, and Julius.
Yuta, however, showed no concern for the fact that his mouth was on the sword, the cutting sword he had fought against Gowther McAteer with, and he had no intention of revealing it.
It was tied to his wing, and using it in his current state would cause further damage than he was already suffering from using it back in Euspecies.
Nevertheless, Yuta was unconcerned; he was the one who had chosen toThe blood of the first generation is in his body, and his current body needs development. He might decide to develop it to the second level so he can use 20% of his power.
After that, he can use his wing and some abilities with limitations instead of being completely sealed. After all, nothing comes without flaws. When you gain something, you lose something else in return, so things are balanced.
"Thank you, Emperor Starfall, for your praise. But regarding the second sword, it's tied to the ability I used that day, so I can't reveal it whenever I want, unlike Kamish's sword. And I thank Empress Elf Veronia, for without her, I wouldn't have obtained the Sword of Life, which was an important part of its creation." Yuta's voice held a mixture of happiness and slight sadness as he looked towards Starfall and Veronia, who showed some signs of confusion at being suddenly brought up in the subject.
However, hearing his words made her remember when the Ruler of Life gave him the Sword of Life and their meeting that day, which she couldn't forget. The hour Martha returned, and the cool water flowed through her mind.
In the room where the elf queen resided, a beautiful chamber nestled within a colossal tree, its width stretching for kilometers, was crafted from exquisite marble, inlaid with gold at its far end. Veronia gazed calmly at Uta, trying to comprehend his true nature. She had heard he had created an embodiment of several entities, possessing terrifying power.
Yet, upon meeting him, she saw only a 14-year-old boy. From his clothing, she discerned that he was from a noble family. After repeatedly attempting to gauge his strength, she spoke in a quiet voice to her heart, "He is incredibly powerful, yet something about him is illogical. His power and body are unstable, as if his power is trying to destroy his body, while his body constantly suppresses it."
"He seems to have noticed this beforehand. His face is calm, his posture confident, his smile subtle, and his eyes hold a considerable measure of determination, intelligence, and confidence. It's impossible that something like this could be hidden from him."
Veronia then began to filter His mind raced as Tarta and her followers looked at him, Tarta with a hint of mockery. The very person they had tried to kill just moments before had become their savior, the one they were about to congratulate.
She spoke in a calm tone, breaking the silence that had reigned for several minutes. "Hello, Yuta Cassiral. You are the eldest son of Count Yamirzas. Who would have thought we'd see you in person? It wasn't just a rumor."
Yuta's gaze remained calm as he looked at her and her followers, who watched his every move to protect the Empress. Yuta was still a threat, having been attacked before.
Nevertheless, he couldn't help feeling a sense of satisfaction at being the target he would soon acquire: the Life Ruler's Sword, possessed by the elves.
It had been his goal from the beginning, and Empress Elf Veronia was aware of it, as everyone knew they possessed this sword. Seizing the opportunity to take it was logical.
Moreover, they were unable to use it because the masters didn't recognize them as such due to their inability to maintain proper balance.
"Yes, as you said, "Emperor of Veronia, I am Iota Casseral, son of Count Yamerzas," Iota's voice was filled with respect as he knelt on one knee.
Veronia looked at him with astonishment at his demeanor and manner of speaking, which seemed more suited to a seasoned diplomat than a 14-year-old.
Her gaze then shifted to her daughter, Kinsley, who held the Life Ruler's Sword. Kinsley, understanding her mother's expression, approached Iota.
Kinsley struggled to suppress her anger and resentment. She was deeply disturbed by the idea of giving a sacred sword to a hybrid being with what she considered unclean blood.
She handed it to Iota, who raised both hands while kneeling in reverence. Kinsley was taken aback by his respect for a sword he didn't possess, despite it not being an elf.
He took the sword, a faint smile on his face, having achieved his goal. Kinsley then left without a word. Anything to conceal her identity as Empress Elf Veronia Liuta's daughter, she dressed as a servant, not a member of the royal family, a tradition meant to protect heirs from assassination or having their identities revealed to strangers or potential enemies.
Yuta turned his gaze to the Sword of Life, a lush green like jade, its elegant appearance adorned with beautiful engravings. Its sharp, beautiful form radiated a powerful energy of life, proclaiming that he had found the right person to wield it.
He examined it for several minutes to determine its authenticity, as they typically used imitation swords for occasions involving beings not of their race.
He realized it was a real sword, yet he still couldn't believe they had given it to him so easily. His disbelief was short-lived, however, as the hilt refused to leave his hand.
This made him realize that the sword would have come to him regardless, for it possessed the genes of both angels and demons, which together were considered superior to elves in maintaining the balance of life and chaos within a single body. It was a body that balanced good and evil.
This realization filled him with satisfaction, as he understood that his choice of Yuta's body had been correct, perfectly suited to his future plans in this world.
This, in turn, made Veronica and her followers... They were shocked to realize something; Yuta's hybrid scent was undeniably clear to them. Yet, it complemented each other: good and evil, represented by the angelic and demonic genes, and chaos and order, represented by the Saiyan and dragon genes.
"He's a chosen one, then. The choice of the sword indicates that he's Yuta, the one who will unite humanity. It seems I'm raising my expectations too high. However, his angelic genes are strange; they're similar to those of the Supreme Beings. They seem to be sealed at present and need to be activated. Ahhhhh, we'll see what the future holds," Veronia thought to herself as she looked at Yuta, who was inspecting the sword before placing it in his dimensional space.
Then, she spoke, easing the tense and shocked atmosphere on her followers' faces upon receiving the Life Ruler's sword. "I wanted to give you a gift in return for your noble help to us. Take the Life Ruler's sword. It was crafted from the Life Ruler and her blood."
"However, I'm curious, will you collect all the Life Ruler's swords?" Destruction and a jewel, a ruler of time, to forge the sword of Kamish, but even if"Where would you get the black fire to melt him? Only the dwarves possess it, and they wouldn't welcome a hybrid with demonic genes like yours."
Yuta was stunned by Empress Elf Veronia's intelligence and cunning. She tried to extract information from him, but he had no intention of revealing anything about his activities, a fact Veronia was well aware of.
Yuta left immediately without another word. His time was up, and it was time for the other woman to depart as her followers were still in shock.
Veronia spoke admiringly, looking at Yuta from where he stood. "This boy will turn the world upside down."
Veronia smiled slightly as Yuta looked at the Imperial Leaders, the Dragon Ruler, and the Elves, who were all staring at him with questioning eyes.
"Yes, as Yuta said, but the reason we granted the ruler's sword life is because the sword itself chose him as its master. Moreover, if the sword..." Life, destruction, and the jewel of a ruler of a time they hadn't chosen as their master, a place that had managed to forge the sword of Kamish in the first place.
Signs of outward conviction and inward caution appeared on each of them, for the forging of the sword of Kamish indicated one thing, and it was something they didn't want to happen.
Nevertheless, they decided to ignore it, given that they were on Earth, heads of major duchies, and the saint of the sword, Azarus Nawazaki, was present. The idea of harming him would, at worst, lead to their deaths.
They continued on their way immediately, trying not to mention the other Martha.
Several hours passed as they wandered around the Verselkin Academy and the city of Gimsburg, which tired Claude, who was still only a Master. The pressure of observing such figures would be extremely exhausting for him.
Meanwhile, at 8:34 PM, Yuta and Gia were returning home, their expressions conveying unspoken disgust at what they had heard. The events unfolded in a complex manner, but their efforts to calm things down each time made Gia regret the moment she agreed to receive and accompany them.
Yuta spoke as he parted ways with Gia, saying, "Good evening, Auntie."
"You too," she replied.
They each returned after approximately 12 hours, overseeing the movements of the Ruler of Worlds and the leaders of empires, and attempting to prevent a civil war that could last for centuries.
However, this was only the first day; the remaining six days held unpredictable and potentially disastrous events.