Primordial

Beside them, all the delegations were standing, eating food from the long table arranged in a straight line along the wall.

Many waiters stood nearby, dressed in black-and-white striped uniform.

"Look, Empress Natalie is so beautiful, like the moon."

"Yes. Lady Rei is also gorgeous. I'm really jealous of our Lord for having such beautiful women as his wives."

Whispers of praise spread throughout the ballroom. For some members of the delegations, this was the first time they had laid eyes on such stunning women.

To them, all the women within the circles of their Overlord were the most beautiful in the world, perhaps even in the Citadel. And not only beautiful, but also the strongest. Each one of them was more than capable of destroying continents on their own.

Vran opened his ears to the praise. It seemed that he and his family were truly revered by those beneath them.

Suddenly, the door at the front of the stairs opened slowly. From it, a man stepped out and announced...

"Announcing the arrival of Lady Rozhilda Ravenmar!" the man declared, then stepped aside, allowing a figure to emerge through the doorway.

From it, a woman with long green hair appeared, flanked by two women at her sides. She was wearing a beautiful gown of black and white, and she looked absolutely gorgeous, sparkling with grace.

All eyes in the ballroom turned to her as she instantly became the center of attention. Ravenmar gave a respectful bow to Vran, requesting permission to leave his side and move to the bottom of the stairs, where he waited for Rozhilda to descend.

At that moment, Vran's eyes widened. He stared at the woman before him, his pupils dilating. Because this woman… was exactly his preference. An innocent-looking girl with a pure smile, a stark contrast to the other women in his family, who were more... unstable.

'She… she is my type!' he thought.

All the women at the main table noticed his reaction.

"Looks like we have new competition," Myriam said with a smirk, her eyes fixed on the approaching girl.

Ravenmar gently held his daughter's hand, helping her descend the stairs and guiding her straight toward the only table in the ballroom.

Vran stood up and began walking toward her. He didn't even realize it, but his body moved on its own, perhaps because he was too dazzled by the beauty before him.

As he got closer to Rozhilda, she stopped in front of him and lowered her body slightly, spreading her gown to the side in a graceful motion.

"Supreme One, please take care of this humble one," she said with a gentle smile on her face. But deep inside, she was trembling, standing before the most powerful being to ever exist.

Vran took her hand and kissed it softly. Over the past week, he had picked up some basic royal etiquette.

He then guided her by the hand to sit beside him at the table.

The event continued with a performance by local dancers. It was actually a pleasant show.

During the performance, Vran stole a few glances at Rozhilda. But her expression remained gloomy. Of course, she was about to become the consort of the Overlord. How could she have any spirit left to enjoy a dance?

Afterward, it was time for the delegation to return to their Floor, the highest one in the Citadel, the millionth floor. Vran led the group toward the large square platform located at the nearest field. On the platform, four robed women stood with their bodies fully covered, only their eyes visible. They began to chant in unison.

Moments later, a portal suddenly opened.

"Thank you, my Lord, for everything you have done to help us. And please, take good care of my daughter," Ravenmar said, her gaze lingering on Rozhilda, who now stood expressionless, as if she had already accepted her fate.

Her mother watched her from afar, perhaps for the last time. She kept dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief, unable to hold back her tears.

Vran nodded to Ravenmar and prepared to step into the portal, when suddenly, a roar echoed through the air.

Everyone froze, instinctively searching for the source of the sound. It was so loud it seemed to swallow the entire city.

From the thick clouds above, a massive winged creature emerged, descending rapidly.

"Dragon!" one of the guards shouted before chaos erupted. People scrambled in all directions. Dragons were beings far superior to humans. Predators at the peak of the food chain.

"It must be the Queen of Dragons, the one our Lord had defeated before," Benedicta said.

"She's still alive... she must be seeking revenge!" Ravenmar exclaimed.

The Dragon Empire of the North had long plagued the Adelaide nation, harassing and attacking without pause. Led by their merciless queen, they had burned cities, razed towns, and obliterated key facilities for years, stunting Adelaide's growth and prosperity.

But thanks to the intervention of the Neogana Family, her nation,built over a thousand years was decimated in a single day.

Therefore, it was only natural for her to seek revenge for everything she had suffered.

All the soldiers and nobles of Adelaide began to panic as the dragon, red in color, with massive wings and scales that shimmered like molten metal dove toward the platform.

However, the expressions of each delegation member remained unchanged. They simply stared at the dragon without a trace of fear, as if it were nothing more than a flying lizard.

Vran stepped forward, approaching the edge of the platform. His eyes met the dragon's enraged glare.

'I don't know why you're so angry. But I need you to leave.'

He raised his right hand and pointed at the dragon.

The air around him grew heavy. Stones on the ground began to tremble.

"Primordial Art: Flame of Vengeful," Vran muttered.

Instantly, more than ten layers of magical arrays appeared in the sky, stacked one atop the other. At the very center, positioned beneath the stacked layers was the dragon, who had now sensed the sudden shift in energy.

But before it could react, a pillar of flame shot down from the topmost layer, striking the array beneath it. The flames were amplified and passed through each layer, growing more intense with every descent, ten times in total, before finally striking the dragon.

The resulting blast was colossal. The flames consumed the dragon entirely, along with the mountain beneath it.