Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 100: Coming of Age Ceremony

Calca's world was shattering.

Her heart was trembling, her blood was running backwards, and a cold feeling spread from her spinal cord to her fingertips until her entire body was filled with cold and pain.

——Is...is it my fault?

—Everyone’s suffering…the Holy Kingdom’s suffering…is all my fault?

Because I didn't know the source of my pain, because I was always fighting the wrong things... Because I was just arbitrarily extending kindness to everyone, and I was just arbitrarily believing that as long as everyone lived in peace, everyone would be happy. I was just patching up a scar that was constantly crumbling, but I never healed the pain beneath it!

Giving food, treating refugees, and healing the wounded is not a wrong thing to do.

There is nothing wrong in mediating fights, curbing disputes, appeasing those whose interests are hurt, and making compromises in order to achieve unity.

However, this is not a mistake for ordinary people. It is not a mistake for ordinary people, for nobles, even for generals and prime ministers.

Wang cannot do this.

This is not what the king needs to do.

Because the king is the banner, the king is the direction. The king tells his people which direction they should move in and leads them in battle by setting an example himself.

If there is something good on the top, it will be great on the bottom.

A king who only wants to be a good lady, be kind to others, not want anyone to get hurt, and only wants everyone to live happily, naturally cannot let his people fight bravely.

The Holy Kingdom of Lobel became weak because of this.

Despite possessing a powerful army and the devoted support of the Custodio sisters, two powerful heroes—theoretically, they could have launched a proactive offensive, cooperating with the occasional appearance of the Theocracy's Codex Legion to defeat the independent demihuman groups one by one. However, during her nine years in power, the Holy Kingdom was always forced to passively defend itself.

Shrinking into defense, unable to take care of themselves, few even knew that Quillat had mastered fifth-tier magic, long since becoming a "hero." The reason for this was simply that Quillat feared that a heroic leader of the church, along with the Custodio sisters holding important positions, would establish their own power and threaten her position as Holy King.

Correction: it's the throne of the 'Holy Queen'.

"It's all...it's all because of me..."

A weak king cannot lead a powerful army. Even such a powerful army will be hindered by the king and lose its fighting power.

She finally understood why the Southern nobles were a problem—because she had allowed them to become a problem.

She finally understood why she had worked so hard for nine years but was still just a 'Holy King's Daughter', because she had not done what a 'Holy King' should do, and even she could not admit it to herself!
And she finally understood why she had come here at this moment—it wasn't because she was weak. Her fathers and grandfathers were actually weaker than she was, even just ordinary warriors. However, the subjects of the Holy Kingdom at that time would never kneel to anyone, let alone give their king as a gift to the powerful to curry their favor!

"Because I... don't deserve it."

If she could hear the voice of the world, if she could check her own class rank like an Adventer, she would discover that her primary position of power wasn't that of a Saint King, but rather that of a 'Saint Queen', assisting the Saint King. Because her kindness, goodness, and compassion are what only a mother of a nation needs.

Crystal clear tears streamed down, soaking the ground and staining her pretty face, which was only lightly made up. The holy and precious gem finally shattered at this moment, revealing its incomparable incomplete beauty.

Her fair and soft jaw was gently lifted up.

This time he used his fingers instead of telekinesis.

Wu Chen stared at her, observing the shattered reflection in those ethereal eyes. He raised his hand, and a flickering light shaped a magical form at Calca's feet.

Plates and wooden cups were filled with rich dishes and sweet water. The rich and fresh aroma of food immediately wafted out, stimulating the nerves of the hungry and cold.

"This is my first time using this spell. Give it a try." Wu Chen's fingertips brushed across the healing and reconstructing light and shadow. This at least ensured there wouldn't be any tragic food poisoning. As for the taste… 'Gurgle—' Calca's stomach made a soft rumble. She had indeed come here without eating anything. She had been so nervous and anxious before, but now, she finally felt the gentle rumbling in her stomach.

She instinctively grabbed a piece of toast, and the taste was far more delicious than she had expected. So she swallowed it in big mouthfuls, using the nutrition it brought her to find peace of mind.

"You're still young, just like me. So you still have the opportunity to learn and make amends. At least now, you have a clear understanding of your own problems."

He didn't give Calca a chance to reply—she couldn't say anything meaningful right now anyway. He simply used telekinesis to place the food-making spellbook back where it belonged and continued on.

"I plan to cleanse the Abelion Hills. Then, I will establish a magic academy—not a military one, but an agricultural one. I possess the spell to turn fossils into mud and mud into stone, and it can be performed through ritual magic by the combined efforts of multiple low-level spellcasters."

"I will level the mountains, direct the waters, and cultivate fertile fields and pastures across the vast hills. I will place holy dwellings like the ones you see today in every city, and heal the wounded and sick. I will destroy the settlements of the demihumans and seize their wealth, distributing gold to the soldiers and silver to the people, and I will take nothing but knowledge. I will harness the lightning and tame the sky, ensuring that the land of Lobour receives a constant and abundant rain."

Everyone can tell lies.

But only those who can do what they say can have the power to speak loud and clear. After all, right where he looks is a fourth-level cloud-making technique that can be used to make clouds and rain.

"The people of the Holy Kingdom will be blessed, for I will grant them safety, wealth, abundance, and military power. And when that time comes, many, many, many people will march forward with this land."

"I won't care about them, because I only know how to fight and I only focus on fighting. I will only move forward and will not care how many people are following me. So..."

He reached out and touched Calca's cheek—her face was whiter than egg white, softer than jade. And her broken heart was mending under his will, once again imbued with a noble and sacred mission.

"Your faults can still be redeemed, Calca Bezalez."

"You don't need to do anything you're unwilling to do, and you don't need to do anything you're not good at. But you still need to know why you're standing by my side, and why you're moving forward with this country."

"So, you want to take this hand?"

Those ethereal eyes brightened once more. Her graceful features regained vitality. She grasped Wu Chen's hand tightly and kissed the back of it. A firm voice emanated from her red lips, which had always been indecisive.

“Please let me follow you, please let me move forward with you.”

She has made up her mind.

Her life has been given meaning again.

Wu Chen pulled her up. Calca no longer avoided looking at him, and in her eyes, only Wu Chen remained.

Wu Chen took a breath silently.

He looked at the treasure and delicate body before him and felt extremely satisfied.

He admitted that he was indeed tempted by her beauty, but he was also delighted by the girl's awareness and determination. He knew that he had completely conquered her now. Even though he had not yet touched her body, he already had her heart.

Her breath grew hotter, and a blush spread across the girl's cheeks. It was no longer a determined act of self-sacrifice, but rather a heartfelt admiration and attachment. Her body suddenly softened, and she naturally fell into Wu Chen's arms. Her fair skin radiated an alluring warmth, anticipating the inevitable outcome.

The timing was perfect and the atmosphere was just right.

The cold crescent moon gradually rises into the sky, the surroundings are quiet and the temperature is just right.

And Wu Chen would not hesitate at all.

(End of this chapter)