Chapter 351: Freeing a cute sister.

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Chapter 351: Freeing a cute sister. Kryssia entered the grand hall of the palace with firm steps, her dark blue cloak flowing behind her as she crossed the immense space of golden marble. The guards at the entrance hesitated upon seeing her, but they did not dare stop her. After all, she was the strongest human in the Empire—what could they do? She killed merely with the chilling aura of her body. They couldn't even stop someone who froze everything around her when she was nervous... and, well, they had heard what happened to the royal guards of the Crown Prince... All of them had turned into statues of true ice, ice so strong it could never thaw. Her gaze was fixed on the man sitting on the throne, the Emperor, Aldric III... The sovereign, a man with harsh features and eyes as cold as ice, raised an eyebrow as he watched her approach. He was surrounded by counselors and elite guards, but Kryssia did not care. Her objective was clear, and she wouldn't leave without answers. "Your Majesty," Kryssia began, her voice controlled but heavy with contained fury. "The prince told me that Xenovia was imprisoned by your order. I demand to know why." The general asked, fully aware of what this would mean. The hall fell silent. The counselors exchanged nervous glances, and even the guards seemed to stiffen. The Emperor leaned back in his throne, observing Kryssia with a calculating gaze. "Demand?" He repeated slowly, savoring the word. "You forget your place, Kryssia. It is not your role to question my decisions." He said, not wasting time, simply continuing with his business. She stood firm. "I'm not foolish enough to ignore the implications of such an action. Xenovia is theoretically untouchable; she is the daughter of the strongest man in the world, yet she is being treated like trash and imprisoned. There is no logical reason to keep her imprisoned, unless... you want to start a war." The silence in the hall grew heavier. Kryssia realized she had struck a sensitive nerve. The Emperor narrowed his eyes. "Watch your words, General. There is far more going on than you realize. The war had already begun before she even arrived here." Kryssia's eyes widened for a brief moment before they became sharp, like blades. "I am loyal to the Kingdom, not to Your Majesty, in case you've forgotten. You didn't put me in my position, and you have no power over it." The Emperor leaned forward, his tone now cold and calculating. "Do you want to end up like her?" He paused, studying her. "Do you think you can come here and challenge me without consequences?" Kryssia clenched her fists, feeling the tension in the air. "I am not afraid of your threats. I'm trying to prevent the royal family from being exterminated." Kryssia said, her gaze as cold as ice. "Do you think I fear Albert?" The Emperor questioned. "My half-brother won't do anything until she is safe." He smiled, concluding, "Her cell is surrounded by your ice magic; she will never leave. Not unless they allow her to." Kryssia stared at him intently... He was essentially daring her to betray him. And something was very wrong with that. He wasn't like this. Not this direct. Whatever was going on, it basically implied that he was ready to do something bigger than just a war. "If you're done, go train the soldiers," The Emperor ordered. She clenched her fists, feeling the cold of her aura intensify around her. The nearest counselors shuddered as the temperature in the room dropped abruptly. If she wanted, she could bring down the entire hall in seconds. She could freeze Aldric's veins before he could even call for the guards. But Kryssia knew that a direct attack would solve nothing. On the contrary, it would make everything worse. After all... no one would want any of this to happen... She took a deep breath, controlling her anger. "As you wish, Your Majesty." Her voice was neutral, but heavy with a silent warning. She turned and walked out of the hall, ignoring the gazes of the counselors and guards. She knew she was being watched, and that from now on, her actions would be monitored even more closely. Once outside the palace gates, Kryssia paused for a moment and looked up at the gray sky of the capital. Something was very wrong here, and she couldn't ignore it. She needed to act. And fast. Kryssia didn't return directly to the training fields. Instead, she took a different path, one that would lead her to the only person who could help her at that moment. Lord Siegfried Valenor's house was located away from the central area of the capital, protected by discreet but extremely well-guarded walls. He wasn't just a powerful noble; he was one of the most intelligent strategists to ever serve the Empire. She arrived at the gates of the property and was greeted by two personal guards, who recognized her immediately. They hesitated for a moment, exchanging uncertain glances. "General Kryssia... Lord Valenor is not receiving visitors at the moment." Kryssia raised an eyebrow. "He will see me." Her voice left no room for argument. The guards exchanged looks once more, but they stepped aside. Kryssia entered the property without hesitation. Lord Valenor was in his office, studying maps and documents when Kryssia entered abruptly. He looked up, surprised by her sudden visit. "Kryssia." He leaned back in his chair. "It's been a while since you've come to see me. To what do I owe the honor?" She closed the door behind her and got straight to the point. "Xenovia Vorah has been imprisoned. By the Emperor's direct order." Valenor's expression sharpened. "So, he's finally made the move we were expecting." Kryssia narrowed her eyes. "We were expecting?" Lord Valenor sighed and stood up, walking over to a shelf where he grabbed a wine glass. He took a sip before responding. "Aldric has been preparing for something big for years. But he's never made his true plans clear... until now." He turned to face Kryssia. "Xenovia's imprisonment is not just a political move, Kryssia. It's a message. To Albert Vorah, to the world. The Emperor is preparing something that goes beyond a mere war." Kryssia crossed her arms. "And exactly what is he preparing?" Valenor hesitated for a moment before answering. "That's what we still need to find out." Kryssia felt her patience wearing thin. "I don't have time for games, Valenor. Xenovia is imprisoned, and the Emperor made it very clear that she won't leave... unless someone takes her out of there." Valenor studied Kryssia for a long moment before speaking. "You intend to free her." She didn't answer. She didn't need to. He let out a sigh and ran a hand over his face. "If you're going to do this, you'll be considered a traitor. And you'll need to be smarter than Aldric. He's already anticipated that someone would try to rescue her." Kryssia nodded. "I know. That's why I need your help." Valenor remained silent for a moment before offering a small smile. "Then I suppose it's time to start a new game." When Valenor uttered those words, a thunderous explosion shook the capital. BOOM!!! The impact of the blast resonated like thunder, making the ground tremble beneath their feet and rattling the windows of Valenor's estate. Kryssia spun on her heels, her instincts alert even before her mind could process what had happened. They rushed to the window, and what they saw made even Valenor momentarily lose his breath. In the sky, three Colossal Dragons circled the Royal Palace, their presence dominating the horizon like divine entities. Their imposing forms were bathed in sunlight, reflecting their magnificent scales—gleaming gold, fiery red like embers, and deep black, like the night itself. Chaos consumed the capital. Alarms blared, trumpets echoed, and the Empire's military forces sprang into action. Guards ran around like panicked ants, while the population screamed and fled the streets, seeking shelter from what seemed to be the apocalypse descending upon them. Kryssia felt her heart race. They were here. "I have to stop this!" she declared, her voice filled with determination. Without hesitation, she threw open the window with a swift motion and launched herself into the air, propelling herself with an explosion of icy energy. The air around her crystallized, forming tiny ice fragments that glistened in the sunlight as she shot toward the Royal Palace like a frozen meteor. Valenor stayed behind, watching as Kryssia cut through the sky with impressive speed. He clenched his fists and murmured to himself, "So the game really has begun." At the heart of the destruction, the Royal Palace was under attack. The subterranean prison, located beneath the castle's foundations, had been torn apart by the explosion. Rocks and debris flew in all directions, while a searing heat rose from the ruins, contrasting with the ice that enveloped parts of the structure. In the center of the chaos, three figures emerged from the dust and destruction—Strax, Tiamat, and Ouroboros, now in their human forms but still exuding an overwhelming presence. Strax wiped the blood from his forehead and looked toward the horizon, seeing the Empire's soldiers hastily organizing to face them. His gaze then shifted to what truly mattered. Amid the rubble, Xenovia stood. Her purple hair was covered in dirt and blood, her clothes torn, but her eyes... her eyes burned with an indescribable fury. The magic around her pulsed uncontrollably, like a hurricane about to devastate everything in its path. "How long has it been, sister?" Strax said, smiling. "Hello, little boy," Xyn said, releasing a flight and landing on Strax's shoulder. "Looks like our plan worked. She'll be free soon." "Everything's in order," he said, looking at his sister. "What is it? Aren't you going to say anything?" He smiled. With no time to spare, she simply jumped and hugged him. "I missed you so much..." she murmured, her voice trembling, as the first drops of her tears began to fall. "So cute," he whispered, pulling her into a full embrace. 㞤㥘㓇㒰䳅䩡䗯㞬㞤㔊㒰䗯㓇䲋㑚䅧㞤㳯䳅䞩䩡㓇㐂㐂㐂㤳㳯㓇㦏㐂䗯㓇㐂䗯㞤㠝㐂䅧㠝䙻㓇㓇㞬㞤㞬䅧㓇㐂㳯㞤㐂㞬㐂㤳䥋䗯㓇㦏䲋㤳㤳䒃㓇㞬䒃㰶䗯㓇㓇䄶㳯䅧䩡㞤㞤㳯䅧䅧㦏䥋㤳㓇䩡䗯'䤠䅧㞬㔊䗹䲋㤳㤳㔊䲋䅧䩡䲋䒃㓇䩡㞬㓇䳅㔊䧹䞩㞤㞤㔊㞬㔊䒃䅧㞤㞬㓇㞬㑚䩡㞤䙻㔊䅧㠝㠝䙻㞤㐂㐂䗯㔊䗯㐂䅧㔊㳯㦏䞩㓇㓇㤳䲋䩡㤳䗯䥋㓇㦏㧦㞤䩡㑚䲋㞬䙻㓇㦏㔊䅧䩡㳯䅧㓇㑚㞤䩡䄓㔊䳅㞬㔊㒰㔊㑚㞤㳯䅧㤳䩡㐂"䥋㓇䒃䲋㤳㤳㞤㳯䩡㳯㞤㞤㑚㞤䙻䄶㓇㞤䒃㞬㞤䄓㞤㞬㳯㦏㞤䳅㞤䒃䗯㔊㛦㳯㞤䒃㓇䒃㔊䗯䗯䌬䅧㑚㞤㳯㠝䗯㞤㔊㔊㞬㞤䙻䄶㠝䳅䅧䅧䥋䢥

Chapter 351: Freeing a cute sister.

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