Chapter 73: The Night’s Queen Declares Her Claim The Moment the World Stopped
Chapter 73: The Night's Queen Declares Her Claim The Moment the World Stopped
It happened without warning.
Across the vast continents, under the golden sun and silver moon, all of existence trembled.
The skies darkened—not with clouds, nor with storms, but with an oppressive force that swallowed the heavens themselves. Aetheria Nyx Lunaris Solis had spoken, and the very world had responded.
Her voice, regal and absolute, wasn't merely heard—it was felt. It passed through stone walls, crossed oceans, climbed the tallest peaks, and descended into the deepest valleys. It was as if the laws of reality had rewritten themselves just to deliver her words to every living being.
"He is mine."
A simple declaration.
Yet, those three words alone sent a wave of unstoppable power crashing down across the lands.
Every king and emperor fell to their knees.
Every noble and knight collapsed where they stood.
Every commoner, from peasants to merchants, found themselves bowing before a presence beyond their comprehension.
Even those who had never heard of her instinctively knew—this was not a queen who ruled over mere mortals. This was a being beyond their understanding, one who stood on the threshold of divinity.
And none could resist.
The Empire's Reaction
Inside the grand imperial palace of the strongest empire, the Golden Emperor—a man who had ruled over uncountable victories—was no exception.
His throne room, filled with the highest nobles, ministers, and generals, had erupted into chaos when the overwhelming presence descended.
The emperor himself had been forced down onto his own knees.
His hands trembled, gripping the marble floor. His golden eyes were filled with disbelief, rage, and something he had never experienced before—fear.
The empire, the strongest force in the world, had just declared Leonhardt Valerian Everhart a traitor a week ago.
Now, the woman he had abandoned the empire for had declared her claim—not as a desperate lover, nor as a weak maiden, but as a force so absolute that even the heavens themselves seemed to acknowledge her words.
The nobles, those who had sneered and mocked Leonhardt for throwing away his title, were pale-faced and shaking. Some had vomited from sheer terror, their bodies unable to handle the pressure of her power.
Even the knights, trained warriors who had never bowed to anyone but their emperor, found themselves pressing their foreheads to the cold marble floor. Not a single soul could resist.
"Who… is she?" The emperor's voice was hoarse, his mind struggling to process the magnitude of what had just occurred.
But no one had an answer.
The Grand Duke's Household
Miles away, in the Grand Duke's territory, Leonhardt's family was struck silent.
His father, the man hailed as the greatest swordmaster, sat in his training hall—his sword trembling in his grip. He had faced thousands of warriors, battled monsters that could shatter mountains, and stood unshaken in the face of death itself.
Yet now, he felt overwhelmed.
His wife, the greatest magician of their era, stood motionless in her tower, her magic spiraling out of control for the first time in decades. The sheer power that had just descended was something beyond even her comprehension.
Their younger children, Leonhardt's siblings, stared with wide, unblinking eyes.
The brother who had surpassed all expectations, the heir who had abandoned everything—who was the woman he had chosen over them?
"This… this is impossible."
Yet, reality had already been rewritten.
The Nobles and the Women Who Once Desired Leonhardt
The noblewomen who had once chased after Leonhardt, sending him letters and proposing marriage, now felt a terror they had never known.
The jealousy they had harbored for the unknown woman he had chosen was instantly crushed under an emotion far stronger.
Fear.
Who could dare to rival her?
Who could stand beside a woman who had made entire kingdoms bow with mere words?
No matter how beautiful, how noble, how wealthy they were—none of them could compare.
Some wept in despair, others in relief—because had Leonhardt ever accepted them, they might have been crushed under the wrath of this woman.
The Other Kingdoms and Their Rulers
In the rival kingdoms, in the frozen north and the distant east, the other monarchs had felt the same pressure.
They, too, had bowed, their entire courts collapsing under the sheer weight of her power.
Many kings and queens whispered in horror, their voices filled with disbelief.
"She… she is not just a ruler."
"Is she a god?"
"A being like this… exists?"
And one question was repeated across the lands:
"Who is she?"
A name had been declared—Aetheria Nyx Lunaris Solis.
But it was what she was that struck true terror into their hearts.
She was not merely a queen.
She was not merely a ruler.
She was a future god.
A being capable of wiping entire nations from existence.
Leonhardt—The Traitor Who Became a Legend
And then, as the world struggled to comprehend her existence, another shocking truth spread like wildfire.
The traitor prince—the one who had abandoned the empire, the one they had mocked—had reached the highest peak of magic and swordsmanship in only a week.
Leonhardt Valerian Everhart had become a 9th-class magician.
Leonhardt Valerian Everhart was stronger than his own father.
Leonhardt Valerian Everhart was approaching the mythical realm of Grand Swordmaster—the peak of swordsmanship that no human had ever touched.
The world had cast him aside, but now, they realized they had thrown away a legend.
Had he remained in the empire, he would have become their greatest weapon, their invincible champion.
But they had forced him away.
And now, he stood beside the Night's Queen.
The Unshakable Truth
It no longer mattered what the world thought.
The empire could rage and seethe.
The nobles could curse his name.
The kings could pray for salvation.
But none of it changed the truth.
The Night's Queen had declared her claim.
The world had bowed before her.
And the traitor prince had already become untouchable.
From this moment forward, their names would be etched in history as the ones who stood above all others.
Aetheria Nyx Lunaris Solis.
Leonhardt Valerian Everhart.
The world would never forget.