Chapter 7 - The Unequaled King

Aenethi Verri. It is the real name of the walking man who entered through the corridors of the castle-like building. The enlightenment he saw was the lingering memories of his grandfather.

' The habit of the family that pushed the least of pride of the royalty..'

He gritted his teeth, trying his best to calm his nerves. What he remembered were mere words of an old man in a crown.

" Go and survive the best you can. Don't come back until you remember. You're last hope of our family. Live without fear and care…"

However, the words deemed to be in a grave situation. The authority of being the king matters most than the words the old man said.

Ever since he was still a young adolescent, his father had warned him and taught him things the way of the royals. He didn't know what it was for but his father would beat him up if he asked questions.

The monarch-like disposition of his aura and actions proved the validity of his childhood. Time came and he was able to overpower his father with the help of Thraia.

His actions, ways, and thinking of the royals etched in his mind until now. This was identity he had been given.

Like a cognition was finally put into place, he understood what it was all for. The need and desire for the authority was now prioritized instead of the old man in crown.

Although not caring for the words the king in his dreamspace said, the problem was with the royal family's reputation and shame inside the palace. Nobles, and probably servants now would laugh at the side of this embarrassment.

He could just let it be but the time when he reigns will be just a spectacle for those who knows the truth.

Aenethi opened the door to his room and finally released the pressure he had been holding. The relief he felt can be discerned through his expression.

"The problem now is the last words.."

The pacing of back and forth in the castle-like building was worth it after the message was shown during the prostrating of his servant, Yathuar. This was a method for Aenethi to ease his mind of the concerning thoughts.

This was also the reason why he had disappeared for approximately 269 years. For a human, this was nothing compared to the lives of lesser beings. The Civils.

The Civils was vulgar people who, in his eyes, are worse than pigs. Sprouting out offsprings in different women. Such is the reason why civils' population isn't declining.

The last thing that was bothering him was the last mouthed words the king said. He didn't get to see it because it was mouthed and there was no sound that he can base it on.

"It'll come eventually.. I'll have to make preparations now. " The mutterings of the man in a clothing of exquisite suit. Perfect for a born-royalty child.

He sat on the bed first and devised his plan for the events about to happen.

He was feeling a mix of excitement, and pleasure as he was about to step outside after a few centuries.

Now that he can finally go back, everyone would treat this as welcoming a delegation. This was the benefits you can get by being the first retzi in the nation.

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Yathuar, Aenethi's servant, was first to finish his preparation. He was reluctant to be a part of the rat squad but it was an order by his master. Yathuar prepared the scroll to erase the imaginary cover that shrouded Aenethi's domain.

He also contacted the company that was managing the publishing board letting them know about the appearance of Aenethi, the first ranked retzi on a desired time and date.

Every time Yathuar would send announcement to publishing board company, he would put a blank space as the announcer or reporter. This would let the citizens know the credibility of the sender.

After all, the 'blank' was like the identity of the first ranked retzi. No one knows, no one saw. Only thing that the people know was that every published words on the board under the blank space was reported by Aenethi's agent or butler.

What they didn't know was that it was actually more of a slave-master tie-in.

Every identity or connection to Aenethi was closed, and informants would also pay a bundle of korks to gain just a bit of information, but they didn't do anything to prove his standing.

Simply, anyone who can get a hold of all the sources of information which was handled by the palace was above normal.

The difference between the first and the second ranked retzi was told to be like a floor of the deepest trench and surface of the water. Some say that he paid only to be on top and that it was a reverse in ranking number.

People would often post polls and surveys to determine the strongest in which three people were involved: Zuckar Demslikov, First Ranker ____, Second Ranker Eroth.

A form of entertainment can be seen everywhere on VirTi which the factors don't mind. It was a public opinion and fun even for serious retzis. They also joined to wonder who was what.

Yathuar being the servant of Aenethi felt quite proud despite the abuse of his master. He was now able to confront the publishing board company who put a bounty on his head face to face.

Now that the report was sent, everybody was in tumult of the sudden declaration. The first ever appearance of the blank Aenethi was told in VirTi's publishing board.

"Holy f#ck! Is this true!?"

" Finally! I can see someone legendary!"

" Second rank is still stronger, though? :/ "

" YOU ALL JUST WAIT UNTIL YOU GET BEHEADED BY THE MIGHT OF THE FIRST RANK!;$($+$"

" Seriously? Now he makes an appearance? We've been waiting for a hundred years you know!"

" Crazy people are revering a crazy person, huh. Pathetic!!"

And all different kinds of comments was shown in a panel. The hype was getting higher and it soon reached the outskirts of the city, which turned to the whole nation finding out.

Yathuar was standing beside the door, watching the flow of the storm unfolding in excitement. Suddenly, he felt a choking aura of energy. He exited the chip and knelt down instead of being confused.

This aura of energy was none other than Aenethi's. The experience of getting killed by Aenethi after not greeted immediately was cruel.

Yathuar bowed down and sensed a familiar energy floating in the air. The new doll soul they took last time.

After Yathuar guided Thraia to the town section of the space, the maiden immediately drew out her soul for an unsoiled nub. The sudden the death, the better the extract.

Yathuar took the body back to his room and played with the soulless body a few more times before he finished his preparations.

"Thraia, Yathuar. " The royalty spoke.

" Yes, my lord"

"Yes, brother?"

Both of them said at the same time. A split second of nauseating expression was found in Thraia while Yathuar continued to bow down.

" When we depart, I permit you to speak under my name if deemed necessary. "

" I will not betray the expectations of my liege."

"..."

The different responses was satisfactory in the eyes of the sitting monarch. Thraia's worrisome eyes soon narrowed by the next sentence Myth spoke,

" Every plan needs credibility. Thus, I will also permit both of you to speak my name in public."

" I will hold your name high, my lord!"

Ecstasy filled the emotions of Yathuar and the rippled air was overwhelmed by Aenethi's energy.

Aenethi looked at Thraia in questioning eyes.

"Brother,.. will you not regret the peace you have now?" She asked as a sister.

" Sister, I have no such attachments to peace, war, or chaos. What I say will be the law in the near future. If I descend to the throne, I will face trashes and scum and it's burdensome, yes. But I will rule across the nation, and it would be my daily life.." he paused. He thought about it a bit more about his decision. He was sure that he would want the peace he was feeling now.

But, in a lifetime of the humans now, if you don't take action, you would be left behind. There's also the protection he promised to Thraia. " Relax, Thraia. I will be successful. Continue to support my back and soon everything will end. It will go back to the way it was now. " He reassured her and the soft pressure was then hardened by the change of emotions.

A kettle that was pouring because it was full was what you call if his power can be described. No matter how much he can suppress his energy, it can still be felt if one has sensitive senses.

"If it is my brother's will, I shall follow.." Thraia, even though she's her brother, she would still respect him. It is not just the matter if he's strong or he's a part of the oath.

This is because he was now on the road to being a king. He was already a part of the royalty and Thraia knew that. Now that Thraia confirmed his resolution on the subject, she decided to respect the new identity of her brother.

Aenethi stood up, and walked towards the door followed by Thraia behind him.

It took this moment for Yathuar to realize that Myth, his master, is a one true ruler. Dismissing his brother who manages the country in a tyrannical aspect, Aenethi's would be running the nation without the use of force.

Complete obedience of the followers for the soon crowned King.

Yathuar, trembling in admiration then stood up. While following several steps behind the two, he licked his lips and a wretched smile popped up.

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"... The Unequaled King will soon be Aenethi. " He muttered as he looked at the glorious back of his master.