Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 96: Calca Besares

Kalinsha is the Holy Kingdom's largest and most fortified fortress. It lies behind the great walls, at the forefront of the war against the demihumans. It is also directly under the control of the Holy King Besares family, making it a perfect place for a king who values ​​martial virtue.

The Regent Lord will hold a tournament here, and news of this event has spread to all corners of the human kingdom via carrier pigeons, ravens, and wind signals. Soon, the entire human world will know of everything that is about to take place here.

The best musicians have been summoned.

The best minstrels have already composed a hundred magnificent songs in praise of the Regent.

The priests in the Great Temple gathered in droves, as did painters, drummers, clerks... many people were flocking to this fortress city like a stream of ants, because before the martial arts tournament was held, Dust, the dragon slayer, the slayer of the demi-human king, the man who deviated from common sense, would be crowned king in this fortress city.

"Your Majesty, Lord Daxter's forces have crossed the Great Wall. They will soon reach Kalinsha."

The only one who can crown a king, besides the king himself, is naturally another king.

Holy King's daughter.

After nine years in power, the Holy King Calca Besares still has not been able to obtain the pure title of Holy King.

Here she is.

In the front-line palace of the Holy King family, everyone is dressed up and waiting for their own destiny.

"I understand." Her slender fingers, shrouded in silk, brushed across the throne deep within the palace. She had once sat here, commanding the front lines against the demihuman army. Her father, her grandfather, had also commanded from this pure white throne. The heavy tapestries lining both sides of the palace chronicled past achievements, and the last one depicted her.

"Go get ready, I'll be there soon."

Her loyal maid did not leave immediately, but stepped forward and whispered quietly beside her.

"Your Majesty, we are all willing to support you. If..."

"Go ahead," she interrupted. "Do what you have to do now."

"……Yes."

The maid left, and the vast palace fell silent once more. The clamor outside faded into the narrow corridors. Only the faint sounds of armor rubbing against each other and weapons clashing could seep into the innermost chambers.

Maybe it was just an illusion.

Yet, the sound grew clearer and clearer in her ears. The clanging of spears and swords, accompanied by the roars of warriors and the howls of subhuman monsters, filled the air with a thick, bloody odor.

She still remembers the battle.

She felt as if she were back in that battle. Her gorgeous long dress had transformed into a light military uniform, stained with sweat and blood. The demihuman coalition had already crossed the Great Wall and was assaulting the Kalinsha Fortress. And her friends were by her side, facing the impending end with her.

The war lasted seven days and seven nights.

Countless blood was shed, countless lives were lost. And when the dawn of the eighth day arrived with reinforcements, and the demihuman coalition finally retreated, even I, who had always disliked bloodshed, felt a sense of satisfaction and joy.

The reason why the Besares family can inherit the Holy King's crown from generation to generation is not only because the first Holy King has the noble blood of one of the thirteen heroes flowing in his veins - the most important reason why the Holy King is noble is that every Holy King will stand up when the country is in danger, stand at the forefront, and fight until the last drop of blood is shed.

That's why he was able to become a Holy King.

As a fifteen-year-old young woman, she defeated one after another of her relatives, both near and far, who had both military achievements and accomplishments. Even when she ascended the throne, she had no idea how a country should be run.

There is only one reason for my victory.

That was because she had mastered fourth-tier Faith Magic at the age of fifteen, revealing her potential to become a hero. And a hero should naturally become a king. And the reason she had ruled for nine years, yet remained a mere, unremarkable Holy Queen, was not because she was a woman, or because the North-South divide had long been unresolved—no, the Dragon Kingdom east of the Theocracy was also ruled by a queen, and even lost a third of its territory to orcs, yet that Dragon Queen never lacked the respect of her subjects and people.

There has always been only one reason why I have been looked down upon.

The reason was that after nine years since he ascended the throne, his power had not improved at all.

Nine years ago, I could use fourth-tier magic. Yet, now, I'm still only capable of the fourth tier. Relying solely on the secret treasure inherited from my family, I can barely be classified as a fine steel tier. And if I were to take it off, I'd only be ranked as an orichalcum in the adventurer's combat system.

A king is supposed to protect the people who honor him. If he could master fifth-tier magic and reach the rank of hero, then as a Hero King, even if he disliked fighting or wasn't good at it, he could still command a vast army and protect them. Even if he couldn't expand his territory, he could easily resist the demihuman coalition's attack on the Holy Kingdom.

However, he did not become a hero.

Gentleness and kindness might be precious qualities of a king in the Kingdom of Re-Estize and the Bahas Empire. However, in a place like the Holy Kingdom of Lobel, what people need is a king with military power.

I failed to become a powerful king. I lacked the ability to protect my country and ensure the people's peace and prosperity. Therefore, I must do my utmost for the people of the Holy Kingdom of Roble, wherever I can.

The illusion faded in an instant—she was back in Kalinsha's frontier palace. She stared at the white stone floor beneath her feet, the mirror-like foundation stone now reflecting her own figure.

Pure, white and gold, majestic and elegant, yet meticulously detailed details like the waist and neck accentuated the feminine charm. The dress she wore was not merely a king's regalia, but also symbolized the marriage of a bride-to-be. And the only achievement she had made in the arcane realm over the past nine years, the beauty magic known only to her, was now operating with unwavering perfection.

This appearance is enough to attract any man with sexual desire.

I have also secretly visited my father's long-forgotten harem and read through the shameful books hidden deep within the palace. My determination and actions are sufficient. No matter what terrible things happen next, I will gladly accept them and shoulder all the responsibilities that Besares should bear.

——But…I’m so unwilling to accept this.

——If I could, I would love to rely on myself... to protect everyone's smiles.

My heart ached, but I couldn't cry. The makeup I'd painstakingly applied was gone. Even with beauty magic, I couldn't let my distinguished guest notice my resentment and resentment.

Breathe, calm down.

I have already...had to make up my mind.

Kuirat seems to have already taken action. She used the wind signal to convey the news of that adult. It is said that Daxter is a handsome and gentle young man, and has wisdom and vision that ordinary people cannot reach. And she even said [You can rest assured]

"Don't worry, Calca. I've secured a suitable position for you. You'll only need to handle paperwork and work on your favorite charities and relief efforts. Lord Dust is a man of great potential, and he will lead the Holy Kingdom towards a better tomorrow."

She believed her words, how could she not? Ever since they first met as children, Quilat and Remedios had stood by her side, facing countless hardships and crises together. While Quilat loved this country, he also cherished himself.

——I have always been a burden, please help me.

——But this time, no.

Calca could peacefully forget everything and immerse herself in her beloved work of healing and comforting. But Calca Besares must shoulder her responsibility to ensure that this country always moves in a positive direction. This means, no matter what, she must have a certain influence over those who actually control this country.

—I’m ready…I have to be ready.

she said to herself.

——I am happy with this...

She forced her heart to overflow with anticipation and love.

Cheers erupted from outside. She knew the fortress's gates had been opened for the Regent. As she emerged from the palace, her attendants surrounded her—all undoubtedly beautiful women, but at that moment, they accentuated her extraordinary beauty like emerald green leaves.

Steel clashed, soldiers advanced, and the people's cheers were tinged with enthusiasm and sincerity, while the ferocious dragon head and the hideous head of the demi-human king were clearly reflected in her eyes.

The last bit of worry was also put aside.

The young queen raised her head slightly, gazing at the dark-haired figure astride a steed, commanding the entire army. His dark eyes were like dark stars, his heroic features as resolute as a lion. The king's demeanor was self-evident, and he simply raised his hand, and the cheering crowd subconsciously fell silent.

So she stepped forward and lifted up her holy and beautiful dress.

"Welcome to Kalinxia."

"Lord Dust."

(End of this chapter)