This world is divided into four great continents, collectively known as Humanitus—the realm of humankind. Its population, numbering in the hundreds of billions, has remained stable for centuries. Beyond human settlements stretch vast forests inhabited by powerful beasts, while immense oceans surround the continents, home to great sea creatures that rarely disturb the shores. Much of the world remains untouched, preserving the natural balance between mankind and nature.
The four great lands of Humanitus are:
The Sariel Empire
The Eden Empire
The Empyrean Jade Continent
The Shinsei Empire
Among them, the Sariel Empire stands as one of the most powerful human nations, ruled by the current emperor, Augusta von Sariel.
Within the empire exist three great duchies that govern its territories. However, one duchy stands apart from the others—the Silverheart Duchy. Unlike the noble houses that rely on politics or wealth, the Silverhearts exist for one reason alone: strength.
At its head stands Grand Duchess Elara Silverheart, the most powerful and influential individual on the Sariel Continent. Even the Church formally recognizes her as the Protector of the Continent. The title of Grand Duchess itself was created solely for her, and her personal authority ranks second only to the Emperor in both influence and political power.
"I'll interrogate/eliminate every lightning user in this world and I'll start with you, so before I kill you give me a reason why I shouldn't."
Elara's words thundered through the royal palace as she released her aura without restraint. In an instant, an overwhelming pressure filled the grand hall. Nobles, ministers, and courtiers alike trembled as if an invisible mountain had descended upon their shoulders. The very walls of the castle seemed to shudder under the weight of her power, chandeliers swaying faintly as the air itself grew heavy. Her knowledge and strength had long made her one of the most terrifying beings in this world, and now every word she spoke echoed like a decree of judgment, striking fear deep into the hearts of all who stood before her.
Emperor Augusta von Sariel gripped the throne's arms until the carved obsidian bit into his palms. His teeth clenched so tightly his jaw trembled, fear and fury twisting together in the dark hollow of his chest.
Grand Duchess Elara Silverheart.
The name alone sent a fresh spike of venom through his veins. She had taken something from him—something irreplaceable, something he could never speak of aloud without his voice cracking. A betrayal so deep it still bled years later. A wound she had inflicted with calm, deliberate cruelty, then walked away from as though it were nothing.
His hands shook, but his gaze burned cold and unblinking.
She would pay.
When the moment came, she would understand exactly what she had stolen—and what it cost to leave a man like him alive with the memory.
"Enough!!"
"How dare you humiliate this sacred court!" he roared.
"And above all, you stand here threatening to kill the Emperor of this empire. Do not think your master will always stand at your side—!!!"
Before he could finish his words, he suddenly felt a sharp sting at his neck. A single drop of blood slowly slid down his skin. His eyes widened as he looked down, only to find the legendary spear Gae Bolg hovering inches away from his throat. Yet despite the distance, his neck still bled—as if the spear's tip had already pierced his flesh.
"Don't you dare to threaten me using my master's name!"
Elara was still standing still like before but her golden eyes now glowed blood red and her pressure getting heavier every person that were still standing now are on their knees or outright fainted with foam in their mouth..
Augusta was now trembling violently. He spat out a mouthful of blood as cracks began to spread across the throne beneath him, a seat forged from the hardest materials known to the empire. The overwhelming pressure filled the entire palace, and the ground itself shook as if an apocalyptic earthquake had struck, the massive structure seeming on the verge of collapse.
Just then, a serious and authoritative feminine voice rang out from behind her.
"Enough Elara! Do you want to harm Shophie too."
Elara upon hearing the name, she realised that the girl mentioned also lived in this palace, her niece Shophie Sariel is the daughter of Eleanor Sariel, the Empress of Sariel and her little sister.
She doesn't want to hurt them, so she withdrew her overwhelming aura at once, then looking at the her little sister she said...
"Shin was struck by a lightning bolt and left on the verge of death. If Mira hadn't saved him, he would be dead right now!"
Her voice thundered through the hall, shaking with barely restrained fury.
"My Shin would have died from that attack!!"
She glared at the Emperor, and her aura leaked out once more—this time directed at him alone.
"So tell me why I shouldn't kill this— world's greatest lightning master?!"
Eleanor widened her eyes disbelieve and horror reflected in her eyes, she was worried for her nephew who is also very dear to her. However knowing that a lightning user was the attacker she also glared at Augusta with hate and disgust.
Their marriage life isn't going well because of his selfish and twisted ambitions.
"You are accusing the wrong person, I'm not guilty for such things!"
Augusta said while clenching his teeth tightly, his frustration only growing as he caught the accusing look on his wife's face.
'Bitches!'
"Sister, even though I'm skeptical about his direct involvement, he hasn't left this palace for two days. Especially now that we have to re-establish the peace treaty with elves."
Eleanor was also present in those meetings where they met the foreign delegates and discussed things further.
"Don't worry, sis. I understand how you feel. Shin is my dear nephew, and the thought of losing him is just as heartbreaking for me. But you need to think carefully before destroying the world over this. Killing every lightning user would be irrational."
She paused before continuing firmly.
"If Augusta is involved in this, I will make him pay for it myself. And if some other party is behind it, I will find out and inform you immediately. So… let me investigate this matter."
Hearing her sister's words, Elara stood frozen for a moment, a storm of rage and fear raging within her chest. Every instinct screamed for blood—she wanted nothing more than to hunt down the one who had dared harm her son and tear them apart. Yet Eleanor had always been the voice of reason, the one whose judgment had never failed.
Slowly, painfully, Elara forced herself to restrain the fury boiling inside her. With one last cold, murderous glance at Augusta, she turned away, offering Augusta only a cold warning before departing. The palace seemed to breathe again as her overwhelming presence receded, leaving behind only a chilling warning that promised ruin should the truth point back to him.
Eleanor looked at Augusta and with the same disgust and disdain, she said...
"If I find that you had any part in this… I will personally end your life."
She turned around and vanished instantly, Elenor being the little sister of the strongest female warrior, she herself was the great sorcerer and can foresee the outcome of battles and war and has the ability to manipulates war and chaos. She's a fierce woman on her own right.
"Those two bitches sisters are always stirring trouble for me, always searching for some excuse to dethrone me. But I won't fall so easily!" Augusta growled, his hands gripping the throne tightly. "At least my other wives know their place. But the day my damned father chose that woman as Empress… that was the beginning of all my troubles."
His expression twisted with anger.
"And whoever carried out that attack… why didn't you finish the job? If that brat had died, Elara would have lost her weakness. Then she would have been far easier to deal with."
"An empty shell is easy to crush."
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Inside a majestic manor, within a luxurious chamber, a six-year-old boy with silver hair lay clinging to his mother. The beautiful woman, sharing the same silver hair and golden eyes, laying beside him in a soft night robe that only enhanced her natural elegance. She looked breathtaking even in such a simple attire. With gentle warmth in her eyes, she softly patted and caressed the boy's hair as he rested against her.
Shin opened his eyes and stared, utterly mesmerized by his mother, he had to admit that his mother is the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her silver hair glowed like starlight, golden eyes shone with fierce tenderness just for him, and her flawless face outshone every Earth model or beauty queen. The silk robe hugged her curves, especially the tantalizing swell of her full breasts, adding raw allure to her divine grace. Her gentle pats through his hair soothed him deeply, her warm, loving gaze never fading—and knowing it was all for him made his heart race with intoxicating joy.
"Did I wake you up, dear? You can sleep a little longer if you want. Or are you hungry? Should I call a maid to prepare breakfast for you?"
She spoke with a gentle smile, her warmth so comforting that it made anyone around her feel at peace.
To answer her, shin just shook his head in denial and hugged his mother more tightly. She's very soft, not only her big boobs but her arm in which his head his resting right now can't be compared to any luxurious pillows in the world. A soft floral scent drifted from her, delicate and natural, like the gentle fragrance of blooming flowers.
A gentle knock sounded at the door.
Then a bright, lively voice came from outside the door early in the morning.
"Shin! Are you awake?"
She paused for a moment, her voice suddenly losing a bit of its confidence.
"I—I brought breakfast for you!"
"Come in."
Elara's golden eyes lifted toward the door, a soft realization curving her lips. "Mira," she said quietly, voice warm but knowing.
Mira pushed the food cart in with trembling hands, cheeks burning crimson. The plate of simple sandwiches—neatly arranged, crusts trimmed just so—felt suddenly sacred because she had made them for him.
She hadn't expected this: Elara curled protectively around Shin in the wide bed, silver hair spilling over both pillows like a shared halo. Mira's heart stuttered—shock first, then the quick, rational whisper that mothers sleep with their children, it's normal.
But the jealousy that followed was not normal.
She wanted Shin. Only Shin. She wanted to be the one he woke up beside, the one whose arms he sought in the dark, the one he laughed with over every meal, the one he played with until the stars came out—Shin and Mira, Shin and Mira, no one else, ever. No mother, no duchess, no world between them!
Just them. Forever...
How could love this violent bloom after one single day? Yet the memories of yesterday seared through her—every glance, every touch—and now, through their fragile new bond, she felt it: the bright, unguarded burst of Shin's joy and pure admiration the instant he saw her sandwiches. His delight poured into her like sunlight, scalding away every shadow of doubt, every thorn of envy.
Her grip tightened on the cart handle until her knuckles whitened.
He felt that way because of her.
He belonged to her.
And nothing—not even the most powerful woman in the empire—would ever take him away from her.