The Mythical Path of a Princess from a Destroyed Kingdom

Looking up at the towering bronze dragon, Maginus crossed her arms and asked, "Your Excellency, can you transform into human form?"

"As you wish, uh... Your Majesty Imperius."

Between the gods and the king, the copper dragon hesitated for a moment and chose her mortal side. Her body flashed with light, and a petite girl with long reddish-brown hair and slightly green skin appeared before Maginus. She was only about 1.6 meters tall.

Her golden vertical pupils gleamed with cunning. Facing Maginus, who was still on the evil side, she appeared very cautious, yet for some reason, she did not carry much hostility.

Her long hair naturally curled up at the ends, similar to the spikes on her body and head. Compared to Maginus's dragon transformation, her transformation did not leave features such as scales on her face.

As she moved, the metal on her body jingled. This copper dragon, now in human form, wore a long, tight-sleeved dress covered in jewels, gold, and crystals, which was both eye-catching and easily aroused greed.

Looking at the relatively young dragons in front of her, Maginus asked, "You're not a golden dragon either, are you? Dressed so flamboyantly, it feels like you're entrapping someone."

"Entrapment is a very apt metaphor."

The bronze dragon raised its eyebrows, its lips curled up, its shy smile vanished, and it laughed from the bottom of its heart.

Metal dragons, being dragons of the good alignment, have some unique quirks and personalities. For example, copper dragons love to laugh, most of them have a strong sense of humor, enjoy telling jokes to others, and also enjoy listening to others' jokes. However, they are not particularly sensitive to laughter.

"Cough cough."

Realizing she was talking to Maginos, she coughed a few times, patted her full chest, and introduced herself to Maginos with her youthful face and large breasts:

“Your Majesty Imperius, I am Joyeve, a copper dragon. My mother is a copper dragon and my father is a gold dragon. I have been in the kingdom of Nesery for quite some time, about thirty years.”

Joyce introduced herself, saying that according to the timeline, she had quietly arrived in Nesser after the birth of Maginus.

Sheathbringer was a true dragon who had just entered adolescence. At this stage, dragons begin to have a desire to collect treasures, so she chose to leave her family's territory and settle in Nessere.

Normally, she would use shapeshifting to travel to human cities, where she would sing and tell stories as a bard, and most importantly, tell and listen to jokes, sharing her sense of humor.

Of course, she also acquired a great deal of treasure, from gems to sculptures, and as for how she obtained it, it must have been through either righteous or legal means.

A more normal approach would be to spend money to buy something, and the normal source of that money would be to collect rent from real estate or land, or to exchange one's own scales for other assets.

If things weren't so unusual, she would naturally rob the rich to enrich herself, deal with the nobles she deemed evil, release those illegally detained, and incidentally steal at least half of the treasure from the treasury.

It doesn't feel like orderly good; it's more like chaotic good.

As Joyce explained, Maginus felt this way more and more. However, since she was a hybrid of a bronze dragon and a gold dragon, it was normal for her to be biased towards the wrong side.

After recounting his origins, the bronze dragon swayed awkwardly, "Well, Your Majesty Imperius, what do you plan to do with me now?"

Welcome to Nesserai.

Without much hesitation, Maginus extended her hand to welcome the bronze dragon:

"I need a kind and beautiful copper dragon like you to protect the people. I will send you a warrant for action in a while. With it, you can take action against evil nobles at will, provided you have sufficient evidence. Is there any way to contact you?"

It would be impolite for a dragon not to ask where the copper dragon kept its treasure, and Maginus didn't expect the copper dragon to have much treasure in its youth.

What bothered her most was that Joyce's strength was not quite right. A teenager's true dragon should not be able to reach the legendary level, but she possessed legendary-level strength. She didn't know if it was because she was studious or because of her bloodline.

Seeing that Maginus was genuinely welcoming and showed no intention of attacking her, Joyce laughed happily, grasped Maginus's hand, and shook it vigorously.

"That's great! If any evil creatures invade, I'll help deal with it!"

Maginus could tell that the copper dragon wasn't very comfortable around her. Although she didn't show it on her face, she could tell from the fact that the dragon hadn't told a single joke.

After dealing with the matter concerning the copper dragon, a few days later, Maginus used her emulation technique to arrive at the Luminous Lips Ball, where Laura was already waiting for her in the VIP room.

"Your Majesty, your power and prestige are growing."

The one who met Maginus last time wasn't her, but another succubus. Now it seems that the Balrog she captured provided enough important information that is why Laura is here.

"Did you get any information out of the Balrog?"

Maginus stood and asked, the woman with the word "unruly" tossing her blonde hair: "Ah, the Gnoll King has made a move, wanting to take advantage of this great chaos to become the true Gnoll God, not just a king."

The King of the Gnolls is stronger than Maginus to date, and is also of higher rank than Maginus. His unfortunate fact is that he has not yet attained divinity.

Given this, if it wants to send the gnoll tribes of the North to attack Nethera, then there's only one objective: providing land to the gnoll tribes is secondary; the real objective is...

"It's here for the Temple of Slaughter too?" Magnuston asked, troubled. "Is it really that confident the God of Slaughter won't break free?"

“Ha, a demon lord isn’t like you, without any backing,” Laura said, picking up an eyebrow pencil to draw her eyebrows, speaking in a tone that was purely for entertainment. “The Abyss itself would be happy to see one of its demon lords become a god.”

"I understand, thank you for the information."

Maginus looked towards the north, another place she had never been before. The continent of Neuer was simply too vast; even a legendary professional, without becoming an immortal, might not be able to travel the entire continent in their lifetime.

We need to send the avatar of Tireni to the Northlands to see if we can nip the gnoll invasion in the bud. The current Netherlands may not be able to withstand the attack from the gnoll tribes organized by the gnoll king.

Upon returning to the palace, after killing the Balrog, the bronze dragon before her, and glancing at Laura, her body underwent a transformation, reverting to her original appearance as Tirenie. From beginning to end, no one doubted that she was not her true self.

Just as Maginus was about to send her alone to the North, something else happened to Leona, far away in Nizmore.

Chapter 582 King's Test

"Tsk, operating on three fronts is such a hassle."

In Nizmore's capital, Leona twisted her neck and stepped out of the room. Using the house staff given to her by Bennia, she built a house in an abandoned nobleman's estate.

The location is very remote and covers a large area, so even though the outside is chaotic, no one has yet discovered that a hidden villa has appeared in the garden of the abandoned manor.

Stepping out of the villa, Maginus put away her cane and gazed into the distance. A beam of light rose from the location of Nizmol's palace, the very place that had woken her. As the beam of light rose, a piercing sound echoed throughout the entire capital, heard by everyone.

"The casualties are too high, you have all gone too far."

A powerful voice resounded above the capital, and was felt by everyone inside and outside the capital:

“Originally, we didn’t want to get involved in the change of the throne, but if things continued like this, it might lead to the downfall of the country. So, a few of us legends joined forces with the Light of No End and asked them to be witnesses. We specially set up a task in the palace.”

The military cannot participate; only members of the royal family will personally carry out the various tasks, and the succession to the throne will be determined based on how well they complete these tasks.

"As for the losers, rest assured, we can guarantee that you will not die, but power will definitely be handed over to the king, and you can only go to the territories you were allocated."

"Now, all members of the royal family, assemble at the palace. Don't even think about assassinating anyone on the way; we'll be watching."

The sound disappeared, and Maginos raised her eyebrows. She thought something had happened. It turned out that the country's legend, seeing that the battle was going to drag on for a long time, finally couldn't sit still and chose to intervene and speed up the king's decision.

"Boring. The only thing we can do now is to keep them evenly matched and hopefully make things a bit more difficult for everyone's missions."

Seeing that the princes were no longer fighting and unable to cause bloodshed in Nizmore, Maginus's excitement about participating diminished considerably, and he leaned against a low tree in the abandoned manor, looking rather idle.

With her eyes closed, she activated her life senses to observe the interior of the palace. The intense magical fluctuations blocked most of the prying eyes, but Maginus was naturally an exception. Her life force and psychic energy were only slightly affected, and with her current psychic penetrating ability, she could easily see the scene clearly.

One after another, royal children entered the palace, and Maginos saw at least four legendary figures with powerful vitality; there were indeed many strong individuals.

Whitney was also on his way forward, his gentle and refined expression revealing nothing of his status as a god of slaughter; at least on the surface, he had diminished the impact of the straight sword.

Indeed, it is very difficult for a god of slaughter to obtain the throne. At least before becoming king, gaining the recognition of the legends, and dealing with all his brothers and sisters, Whitney cannot reveal his identity.

"call"

Imagining his future ascension to the throne, Magnius, far from being angry, was actually quite looking forward to it.

Whitney became queen, and Susan became her right-hand woman. They spent a long time dealing with all the obstacles and stumbling blocks, and felt that they could rest easy now. They planned to go out and slowly crush them and manipulate them at will.

Of course, this is on the premise that they can get through this hurdle. Maginus will not help the enemy. If Whitnet fails, she can wait a while and then go to his territory to kill him and Susan. That would be fine too.

As the carriage continued its journey, Whitney instinctively reached for her waist, only to find nothing. A sense of disappointment lingered in her heart.

To prevent the legend from noticing anything amiss, he kept the straight sword he brought back from the Temple of Slaughter at home. At the same time, he used a large amount of Pleasure Water to complete the ritual, temporarily easing his inner violence and making the legend have a better impression of him.

A strong gust of wind swept by, and Susan, who was beside Whitney, gripped the hilt of her sword: "Your Highness, someone is coming. Should I make a move?"

"There's no need. Those gentlemen have already said they will ensure our safety."

Whitney waved his hand, showing no concern for his safety. As his convoy reached the corner, several dazzling meteors fell from the sky.

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Before they even reached Whitney's head, the shooting stars vanished. Screams echoed through the alley, and ghostly figures disappeared into the lane. Clearly, the legend had intervened, showing no mercy to those who dared to break the rules.

"Eleventh Prince, I don't want this to happen again."

The voice was loud and cold. Whitney knew who was trying to assassinate his brother and silently made a mental note of it. Even in the car, he maintained a calm and collected expression.

As the carriage entered the palace, Whitney had just reached the throne room when her brother, who had previously tried to assassinate her, emerged from behind a pillar, his face full of apology and fear.

"Brother Wang, I'm truly sorry. I had no idea that my subordinates would do such a thing behind my back."

Yes, my men. The eleventh prince's maternal family is a powerful lord in Nizmore, and it's entirely possible that his grandfather orchestrated the assassination without his knowledge.

However, Whitney felt that her timid brother was not someone to be trifled with, and might be in a state of pretense just like him, deliberately pretending to be timid and cowardly.

"Don't worry, I know about your grandfather's situation."

However, appearances still had to be maintained. Whitney smiled and patted the eleventh prince on the shoulder, then entered the throne room with him. For a short time, they acted like brothers, giving the impression that they had a very good relationship.

Inside the throne room, fourteen chairs were placed under the throne. His Majesty certainly had more than these children, but only these fourteen were involved in the competition and had not given up.

A terrifying pressure permeated the hall. Even Whinet, who had been enhanced by the straight sword and was the son of the God of Slaughter, felt the oppressive force. The pressure around him was almost liquid and extremely viscous.

Suppressing his fear, he walked to the seat marked with his number and sat down, gazing up at the legends at either end of the throne, a strong desire welling up within him.

I can completely replace them; they can take my place. It's just a legend, right? With that straight sword, I can definitely become a legend even faster.

Whitney's already strong ambition grew again, but she didn't show it on her face or even in her eyes. She remained as warm as ever, making a great first impression.

About an hour later, everyone had arrived, and the fourteen chairs were filled. The people who came were not only the contenders for the throne and the legends, but also the important nobles, who were also invited to the throne room by the legends. Among them were the supporters behind each prince.

Chapter 583 No Bloodshed

Once everyone was present, the legendary mage beside the throne rose and raised his hand in a gesture of respect to these members of the royal family, at least maintaining a degree of reverence for their status.

"I believe that all the princes and lords know why we have summoned you here. The struggle for the throne has dragged on for far too long."

"The eldest prince should have succeeded to the throne, but his misdeeds not only harmed the royal family members, but also damaged the interests of the nobles and the people. After our legendary discussion, we are giving all members of the royal family a chance."

The legend acknowledged this, and the eldest prince, who wanted to kill all his brothers and sisters, stood up, glanced arrogantly at his enemies, and showed no intention of treating them as family.

"Don't worry, my brothers and sisters. It was my fault before. If I become king this time, I will definitely not kill you all like before. After all, we are family!"

Ha, "It will definitely not be like before" actually means they won't be given time to resist like before.

The princes and princesses looked at each other and reached a complete consensus: they could not let this tyrant come to power, or they would all be doomed, and the same applied to the legendary decree.

Even Whinet, who became the Child of Slaughter, was still wary of his older brother. Whinet himself became violent because of his straight sword, while this eldest prince was born ruthless. If we're talking about who should be the Child of Slaughter, he might be the best candidate.

"Furthermore, His Majesty's death, all of our legends have examined it and can confirm that he died of natural causes, and no one harmed him."

Another spellcaster explained the circumstances of the king's death. No one chose to argue about it; the great king was dead, and that was that. Perhaps some people would mourn him, but the nobles present and his own children did not intend to delve any further into the cause of death.

That would be of no benefit to them whatsoever. The Nizmoir royal family is such a cold-hearted family that they even believe their children will be the same.

"Lords, the reason I have invited you here is to have you bear witness."

Turning his head to the powerful lords around him, the legendary mage said frankly:

"The next task requires you to guarantee that you will not interfere with or assist the princes or princesses. Please join us, the legends and the priests of the Church of the Endless Light, as the most impartial judges under the witness of the Endless Light, to select the final King."

"What do you lords think?"

What appeared to be a rhetorical question was actually a threat. Faced with so many legends, the lords had no chance to protest and accepted the proposal with smiles. Now, they could only wait and see if their chosen "King" could gain the approval of the majority.

In particular, the legends' approval is crucial. These lords can only vote for the royal members they have previously chosen. As for the priests of the Endless Light, they are only there to bear witness and prevent anyone from making any underhanded moves.

"Now that everyone has agreed, please sign your names on this sacred contract. If you wish to see the full contents of the contract, they are here."

The unfazed pastor of Endless Light placed a contract on the table and gestured for everyone to come forward and sign it. Some pastors also began distributing thick volumes of contracts.

Those who are qualified to sign will naturally choose to read the contract before signing, otherwise, if there are any trap clauses, it will be very disadvantageous to them.

After a considerable period of time, the lords and members of the royal family had to admit that the contract was fair and that it blocked the use of almost all the countermeasures they could think of, so they all readily signed their names.

Once everyone had signed, the paper burned and lit up with a dazzling flame, thus establishing the contract. Upon seeing this, the legends all stepped forward, and two spellcasters raised their staffs and chanted incantations. The next second, they were all teleported to the royal palace's horse farm and training ground.

"The first test is naturally about military force. His Majesty the King survived many assassination attempts during his lifetime, as all of you princes know. Therefore, we must at least have methods to deal with the assassins."

A legendary spellcaster stepped forward and tapped the ground with the end of his staff, instantly turning a spherical area in front of him black:

"Next, we will simulate the assassination attempt that His Majesty the King once suffered. Please go in one by one."

"It's boring, I want to see a river of blood!"

Turning off life perception, their trials were too boring for Maginus; they probably wouldn't even see any dead bodies. In that case, there was no reason for "Leona's" body to stay here any longer; she might as well go out and continue hunting the children of fear and slaughter.

The city has stabilized again, and it's estimated that the nobles of this aristocratic mansion will return soon. Maginus sent Leona's body into the demiplane, where she would go out to check on things every now and then.

She'll wait another month, and if nothing happens during that month, she'll control Leona to go to other places to fight monsters and level up.

Maginus carefully put Leona away, then opened the study door, and her beloved Queen Leonia peeked in from outside, looking quite adorable.

"Your Majesty, I have accepted an invitation from a countess to attend a tea party at her home. Would you like to come along?"

"I am the Queen, I cannot participate in your tea party."