The Azure Dragon Imperial Palace rose high above the capital city like a heavenly fortress.
In the deepest of chambers that are under the palace…
An old man with silver hair sat in silence playing chess.
In front of him was Emperor Alexander Drakon.
The old man can hardly be recognized by many people in the world.
Even fewer did, however, know the truth.
He was the emperor, Roland Drakon
The last emperor of the Azure Dragon Empire.
Officially…
He was dead for 30 years.
He was alive, but only Alexander and his granduncle were aware of this.
After placing a chess piece, Roland smiled.
“You lost again.”
Alexander sighed helplessly.
“You always beat me.”
The chessboard is not the place you lose on.
“It’s your patience.”
The old emperor suddenly glanced at the eastern sky.
“Hmm?”
Alexander frowned.
“What is it?”
Slowly, Roland shut his eyes.
For a fleeting instant…”
I felt a “southern old-old air.”
“A sword?”
“No…”
“It felt… older.”
Slowly his face grew into a serious expression.
Life that shouldn’t be in this time.
Alexander immediately stood.
I will have an investigation ordered.
Roland shook his head.
“No.”
“If there’s such a thing that would like to be concealed…”
It was unknown to any man in this empire.
Just then another old man came into the room.
His raising was even more fearful.
This was Grand Prince Victor Drakon, Alexander’s granduncle and one of only two known Divine Realm experts among the royal family.
The marriage envoys have come into the empire,” Victor said.
All three empires (White Tiger, Crimson Phoenix, and Black Tortoise) want to form political alliances:
Alexander frowned.
“They’re afraid.”
Roland nodded.
The Forbidden Battlefield is no longer “The Forbidden Battlefield.
“The wild animals are getting restless.”
“And the demons have started to get around.”
The room was still.
Finally, Roland spoke.
Keep an eye on the family of Ashbourne.
Alexander looked surprised.
“The Duke?”
Roland shook his head again.
“No…”
I think that…
The one that will bring about this age…
“Isn’t Arthur Ashbourne?”
Far away…
In a small courtyard, there is a quiet atmosphere.
Andrew awoke, his eyes at the end of his daily cultivating.
He glanced at the Imperial Palace and grinned.
“So…”
A faint glint of the Abyssal Devourer’s aura was noticed.
“Interesting.”
He whisked himself away once again with a wave of his hand.
There was a total silence of the heavens.
Fate had already spun a web of mystery around the secret son of House Ashbourne, though.