Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 281 The Last Dynasty
Your destiny is in your hands, Your Highness.

The surrounding sounds became blurred and ethereal, the shouts of the drunken soldiers intertwined with the sounds of burning fire, but Vivian could only hear this one sound in her heart.

Driven by the sound, she began to walk as if bewitched, emerging from the shadows and heading step by step toward the burning manor.

The captain of the guards was startled by the sudden appearance of the figure, and the soldiers blocking the way in front of the manor stopped shouting and jeering, their greedy eyes falling on Vivian.

With her exquisite face, magnificent court-style gown, and innate royal aura, Vivian's face was illuminated by the blazing fire, and her resolute gaze held them captive. Among the rioters were many who had previously lamented the Duke's family and his guards' desperate resistance and refusal to leave, feeling sorry for those seemingly delicate beauties. However, compared to Vivian, who was now walking towards them, the people in the manor suddenly lost their appeal.

The soldiers in the front row whistled lightly. Seeing this, the captain of the guard gave an order and led his guards to stand between the thugs and Vivian.

From our conversation, he learned that Vivian was a kind-hearted girl at heart, and this was definitely not a place for her.

"Didn't I tell you to stay in the palace and not move around? Why did you come here?"

The captain of the guards used his tall frame to shield Vivian from those malicious gazes, and asked reproachfully. He knew these scoundrels and knew very well what would happen to a girl like Vivian if she fell into their hands.

The situation is dire. It seems the soldiers have no intention of letting go of this prey that has willingly delivered itself to their doorstep. Wielding sharp blades, the soldiers approach them step by step, certain that the Imperial Guards, under orders, would never dare to attack them in the capital.

As victors, they can choose any spoils they desire.

"I am Vivian Garlog, and in the name of the heir to the Garlog dynasty, I warn you to stop this atrocity!"

Vivian did not back down. Her voice reached the ears of everyone present clearly, and even the guards were stirred up.

The heir to the Galog dynasty is the current princess, but they know very well that Vivian is not a member of the royal family. She only appeared tonight, and her warning failed to deter the thugs. Instead, it made them even more excited.

They had never experienced the pleasures of being a princess before.

"So it's Your Highness. Since you've spoken, we might as well let them go."

"Hehe, the timing is perfect. We hope you can do us the honor of coming with us."

"You can discuss important national affairs with us."

……

The jeers and jeers continued, and the captain of the Imperial Guards' mood sank to the bottom. These scoundrels were usually lawless, and now that they had been drinking, they were in the midst of their drunkenness.

"You lot, take her back to the palace immediately."

Before the words were even finished, the soldiers realized the guards' intentions. A commotion broke out on the previously empty street behind them as several more troops arrived, completely blocking their retreat.

"Since you're here, why don't you have a few drinks with us before you leave!"

This clearly indicates that they already knew the Imperial Guards had arrived and were prepared to fight them. Their numerical disadvantage was insurmountable, and the orders they carried made them hesitant to act. What worried the Imperial Guard Commander even more was that these enemy soldiers might have been tipped off by treacherous officials.

After all, his relationship with the Duke was hardly a secret. After the change of royal power and the division of factions, he repeatedly refused the olive branches extended by those people.

"Leave the capital immediately, and no one will be hurt!"

Vivian issued another warning, her eyes gleaming with an unusual light, perhaps the first time in her life she had acted so recklessly.

Ethan's words lingered in her mind.

But what is destiny?
Perhaps it is just like this moment, no matter how many enemies she faces or how dire her situation, that she must fulfill her duties as the successor of the dynasty.

The Galog dynasty is currently facing a critical moment of survival, and everything that is happening at this time has not been recorded in detail in the history of Sivarandin. In fact, there are very few records about this young king at the end of the dynasty, perhaps because his reign was very short, or perhaps because the historians of this period were unwilling to mention this humiliating history.

Now, she seems to be seeing a historical trajectory that only exists in the imagination of the people of Sivarantin.

The people of the dynasty dreamed of rising again from the death of the Great Guardian, repelling the invading enemies, and refraining from signing those humiliating treaties that would have ceded their nation and jeopardized their rights.

So, how can we do that?
Even romantic novelists would find it difficult to come up with a way to turn the tide.

Before long, the answer was given by a golden flame as dazzling as the sun.

Almost the instant the soldiers launched their attack, a meteor fell from the clouds and landed there. This apocalyptic scene made Vivian's gaze freeze on the moment. The temperature, which should have burned everything to ashes in an instant, did not affect her and the guards in the slightest. And outside the barrier forged by raging fire, there was another hellish scene.

Cries of agony rose and fell, and almost the instant the meteor fell, the spreading heat wave engulfed the shouting soldiers. Their skin festered, and the flames seemed to have been given life, and no matter how they struggled, they could not extinguish them.

Unlike the ice magic that had recently nearly altered the very structure of Sivarantin's capital, the burning golden flames almost immediately reminded Vivian of the revered gods, the embodiment of justice and righteousness in this world.

Vivian couldn't recognize what kind of magic it was, and no one had ever recorded a similar spell.

She glanced at Ethan, wondering if Ivy Margaret had felt the same way when she arrived at the execution platform in the capital and witnessed her father being falsely accused and executed.

But for the enemy soldiers, whose cries of agony filled the air, the fireball falling from the sky stirred up their deepest fears.

"Retreat quickly, it's Merlin!"

Merlin is back!

Such cries erupted from the crowd. In their understanding, only the Great Guardian of the Garog Dynasty could unleash elemental magic comparable to a natural disaster.

If Merlin had not died, no one would have dared to wage war against the Garogg dynasty.

Those who could still move scattered and fled amidst the flames. The captain of the Royal Guard stared at the fire elemental magic that defied common sense, his gaze somewhat dazed. He couldn't help but blurt out, "Lord Merlin, is it you who has returned?"

Merlin's place in the hearts of the dynasty's inhabitants is unshakeable; to this day, he has performed countless miracles.

maybe……

Perhaps resurrection is part of Merlin's plan.

“He is not Merlin.” Upon hearing this, Vivian interrupted the captain of the guard’s thoughts. As the “princess of a fallen kingdom” who had embarked on the journey with Ethan, this young man, whose behavior was very similar to that of the evil god himself, had long surpassed Merlin in her heart. Compared to those names that existed only in mythology, Ethan had truly appeared by her side during the most dangerous time.

She didn't want Ethan to be treated like anyone else, nor did she want him to live in Merlin's shadow.

She emphasized to the guards, "His name is Ethan, that's his real name."

The guards' gazes all turned to Ethan, many recalling their first appearance and their self-introductions, which sounded nothing short of fraudulent.

—Don't provoke Ethan; he just massacred an entire city not long ago!

This was Vivian's initial statement to threaten the guards. Anyone who heard it would laugh it off; it was just something a young girl came up with on a whim, and it was not only not threatening, but rather made people laugh.

However, after witnessing the meteor fall in the capital, many guards couldn't help but feel a chill of fear.

Of course, Vivian's statement was quickly refuted by Ethan himself.

He wasn't a psychopathic killer, so he couldn't possibly commit such an atrocity as massacring an entire city. He explained the principle of the upgraded ice element magic to the Commander of the Guard from a technical perspective—from a technical standpoint, the residents of the Golden Kingdom didn't die; the tentacles that grew from their bodies only restricted their movements. Once the golden radiation dissipated, those grown parts would all return to normal.

For the residents of the capital city of Sivarandin, it was nothing but a nightmare.

The captain of the guards was completely confused at first, but now he understood completely.

"From a technical point of view," if Ethan wanted to use elemental magic to massacre the city, it shouldn't be too difficult.

……

This was destined to be a sleepless night, as a meteorite fell upon the land of gold, altering the course of history.

However, not everyone was happy to accept the changes in history. After learning about the changes that had occurred in the capital, the ministers around the king all took action.

A self-proclaimed legitimate heir to the dynasty and an elemental sculptor who is suspected of being able to summon meteorites have kept them up at night. The kingdom that they had just taken over is now heading in an unpredictable direction due to these series of changes.

Before dawn, the ministers gathered everyone together for an emergency meeting, which was personally presided over by the young king.

During the meeting, Vivian met the last king of the Galog dynasty.

Surrounded by ministers, he cowered in the crowd, looking younger than Vivian. He showed no interest in politics and couldn't get a word in edgewise during the heated discussions. No one seemed to care about his opinion. The ministers, on the other hand, argued heatedly, constantly emphasizing the purity of the dynasty's bloodline and demanding that this sudden heir prove his identity.

They also left themselves a way out in their words—even if Vivian was the legitimate heir to the dynasty, she had no right to take the throne.

The ministers argued that the Galog dynasty had never had a queen, which was against tradition, and that Vivian's behavior was too extreme and would not be convincing.

The most agitated of them all was the diplomat invited by the ministers. Upon learning of the casualties suffered by the garrison, he roared repeatedly, immediately issuing threatening warnings. Given Vivian and Ethan's actions, they had to cede more territory and draft a new reparations plan. Otherwise, they vowed to continue the war until the day their army trampled the Land of Gold.

Vivian simply sat to the side, quietly listening to the people's heated argument.

The sounds of angry shouts and forceful slamming on the table made her feel somewhat dazed.

Those who could attend this meeting were all important ministers of the dynasty, as well as diplomats sent by enemy countries. Each of them could decide the direction of the Garlog dynasty. They originally had different identities and were on different sides, but now they all seemed to be standing on the same side.

They had already agreed on the terms, and their words implied that these two unexpected rotten apples had ruined everything.

original……

That's how the Galog dynasty came to an end.

The thought crossed Vivian's mind; the ministers' quarrel shattered the last shred of illusion she had about the Garlog dynasty.

"The war situation is already decided. Do you really want to increase unnecessary casualties?"

Someone questioned Vivian, "Is this what you want—to cause the people of the dynasty to make unnecessary sacrifices, to break up their families, and to separate them from their loved ones?"

"You mean ceding half of the dynasty's territory is the best solution?"

Upon hearing this, the minister paused, wondering where Vivian had heard these secrets from. Given the current progress of the negotiations, they shouldn't have disclosed any specific details of the treaty at all.

However, for members outside the royal family, the territory of the dynasty was never that important. After the death of the Great Guardian, they had to start preparing for their own future. They did not wallow in the grief of the whole country. Gradually, they even found that this was actually a good thing for them.

If Merlin were still alive, and if the old king had not died, they would never have been able to hold such absolute power as they do today.

Once the terms are signed, their power can be maintained for a long time.

Even as time goes by, and the dynasty acquires a new name, the notion of the rightful heirs of the Garlog bloodline will gradually fade from the historical stage, and by then…

"This is a last resort."

The minister who spoke composed himself, and it took him a great deal of effort to conjure up a sorrowful expression.

"So, what do you intend to do with me, a sinner who violated the peace treaty for my own selfish desires?"

A question interrupted the heated debate, and the crowd fell silent as if by unspoken agreement.

They hesitated, their gaze shifting back and forth between Ethan and the diplomat.

Ethan didn't want to waste time on pointless arguments. Compared to this invader who hadn't lasted long in the annals of history, the real threat was someone else.

He has already solved the riddle left by Merlin and crossed the timeline, arriving on the streets of the Golden City in 407, but he has yet to see the Golden King himself.

The diplomat raised an eyebrow. "Then naturally they must give our army an explanation for committing such a despicable act!"

(End of this chapter)