Kingdom of High Tarxan, New Tarxa, High Elven Ville, Tarxan Palace.

First Year Of God, First Day, First Five Days, First Month.

The Kingdom of High Tarxan, a large nation on the southeastern part of the Third-World region, is comparable in size to France on Earth. It boasts a population of 70 million, consisting of both humans, elves, and demihumans. The nation shares one of the world's most heavily militarized borders with its neighboring countries.

Unlike the nation filled with large snowy mountains of the Dwarves and the hostile lands of the Orcs, the Kingdom of High Tarxan is equally known for its green, hilly countryside dotted with cherry trees and centuries-old temples. Plus, its famous coastal cities, northern subtropical islands, and culturally rich capitals add to its beauty and allure.

At Tarxan Palace situated on the peak of High Elven Ville, the celebration in the palace has ended. With all the alcohol and narcotic products the elite citizens had indulged in copious amounts of them, they were fast asleep in their private quarters. Some could say that a lot of them were nude, as if they were doing something indecent the entire day, but they were all done in private quarters. Under the rising sun, a figure could be seen dashing towards the palace courtyards and into the palace itself.

"Your majesty! We have a problem!" an Elven male called out urgently.

The man was banging the entrance to the room where the celebrations had taken place. The banging sound made the occupants of the room wake up, which pissed them off to say. An elven woman walked grumpily towards the doors with a sour expression and used force magic to telekinetically open it violently, which made the elven male on the other side to be thrown back and landed heavily on the stone floor outside.

"What's the ruckus all about? Can't you see we are all busy!" an elven woman with big and sophisticated heavy guns came into view shouted.

The elven man looked up towards the elven woman and then smirked.

"And what, pray tell, could be keeping you so occupied?" he retorted, his eyes lingering as he scanned the body of the elven woman from head to toe.

Upon noticing her state, the elven woman was utterly flustered and once again used her magic to slap the hell out of the elven male.

"Who gave you the right to stare!?" she snapped.

"Ah! My gracious lady, please have mercy, I need to speak with her majesty! This is of utmost importance as the court magicians had told me!" the elven male pleaded.

Upon hearing the mention of the court magicians, the elven woman immediately understood that something was definitely wrong. As she composed herself, she tied herself up and fixed her "clothes", which seemed more like a bathrobe, so as to say.

"So, did you do it with the queen?" the elven male asked with a sly grin.

"Have you forgotten that she doesn't believe in homosexuality?"

"Seriously? Yet she supports premarital sex?" the elven male asked, clearly perplexed.

But at that moment, the two stopped in their steps as soon as they were soon faced with a gracious Elven woman approached, her footsteps echoing through the grand halls.

"Are you looking for me?" she asked.

The elven woman was fully clothed and was giving off an aura of royalty. It looked more like this female elven that recently arrived is the only one among them who seemed sane and had morals.



Feeling in the presence of her majesty, the elven male immediately lowered his gaze and responded respectfully.

"Yes, your majesty!" he said calmly, trying to keep his tone steady. But there is a hint of nervousness and fear colored his voice as he tried his best not to somehow offend his sovereign.

He isn't afraid because of her position as Queen Regnant of the country, but rather because of her unbelievable power residing within her, which was said to rival that of some of the Transcendents that existed in this world. This extraordinary ability stemmed from the divine blessing flowing through her royal bloodline.

"Let me guess, did the court magicians finally find a suitable husband for me?" the Elf Queen inquired.

"No, your majesty. The court magicians believe it has something to do with the blessings of the gods and goddesses at the dawn of each new millennium. They believe they have discovered something great for our nation," the elven male explained.

"Very well, lead the way, young one," she responded.

"At once, your majesty," he replied.

The Elf Queen and the elven male set off towards the court magicians, where they secluded themselves to conduct their research on magic and the supernatural.

As they walked, the elven male frequently cast quick glances at the Elf Queen. Compared to most of the elven women in this palace and throughout the kingdom, who boasted larger bust and world-class womanly physiques, the queen was of average build. Pretty shameful for a Queen like her, yet what made her more admired than any other woman is not her stunning body but her beauty and her graceful aura. Her beauty is magnificent that might even attract both men and women alike.

As the elven male continued to examine the Elf Queen's body, his eyes were suddenly met with hers.

"Boy, if you keep looking at me with an indecent look, I'd have your head cut off," the Elf Queen warned, her cold glare causing the elven male to shudder with fear.

"I apologize, your majesty. I was merely captivated by your beauty," he offered, trying to excuse himself.

The Elf Queen scoffed, "Such pathetic words could never woo me," she said, moving forward and leaving the elven male behind. His expression remained composed, but a darker thought brewed beneath the surface.

'This woman dares to talk to me like that? If she weren't the Queen, I would have done it with her long ago. This conservative queen doesn't deserve to lead us, what a wench. Just you wait, you little whore, you'll be in front of the public for all eyes to see, soon, you just have to screw up one time, and the discontent among the citizens and the aristocrats will reach a boiling point,' The elven male thought to himself, and try his best to suppress his sinister laughter bursting out.

After a few minutes of walking, they reached the court where the court magicians resided. As they entered, the elven male left with a smirk on his face as he cast one final glance at the queen's back, like a wolf in sheep's clothing.

"Your majesty, at last, you are here!" The court magicians greeted her with a smile on their faces, but the Elf Queen could already tell their displeasure beneath their polite expressions, all because between her and these people, their ideals and political views were radically different, so it made sense why they were being incredibly hostile underneath.

She could already imagine their true thoughts and intentions.

One of the court magicians scowled inwardly, 'She must be the one causing the poor fortunes and blessings that recently arrived towards us. Truly a fucking wench indeed.'

'It's convenient we can use this as a justification to remove her. She utterly deserves it, as she goes on and on and praises the idea of equality with even these Ungifted Mon'keighs(Humans or Monkeys),' Another court magician thought to herself, somehow somehow had a similar idea as the previous one.

The third court magician agreed, 'Such weakness will lead to the downfall of our civilization, no matter what happens, the strong must always prevail over the weak,'

The fourth magician's thoughts were just as harsh, 'It's unfortunate that she belongs to the latter and such must be eliminated. If she weren't only being protected by her father's wishes, the former monarch. Otherwise, she would have been banished from the kingdom long ago.'

Despite lacking mind-reading magic, the Elf Queen could already tell the court magicians' ill intentions and distrust. Ignoring their hidden hostility, she focused on the matter at hand.

"So, what is the problem?"

"Your majesty, it seemed like the color that was given by the magic crystal gives off a red hue, which can signify either chaos or rebirth. However, we shouldn't be too pessimistic. It could mean the country will be renewed under your rule," the court magician offered, attempting to flatter her.

The Elf Queen narrowed her eyes at his words. "Speak plainly, court magician. I know you're holding something back."

The court magician clicked his tongue in frustration, inwardly seething, 'Preposterous, how dare this wrench demand more when she should be grateful for receiving such a compliment? Nobody wanted her reign. I am sure this red color clearly signifies the rebirth of our nation, not under her rule, but under her brother Acheron's! The whore could never lead us to greatness!'

"Tell me again. What's the actual problem?" the Elf Queen demanded coldly.

"Your majesty, it seems like there is an anomaly occurring not too far from our lands. A great storm has formed, and according to our historical records, such a phenomenon has only happened twice in the twenty thousand years of this world's history. It could herald either a new land filled with untold riches or the arrival of a wave of unfamiliar, dangerous monsters. We cannot be certain yet. But still, I suggest we should observe the situation closely. If we confirm that it turns out to be a new land, we could explore and discover its riches!"

"And that is why we should deploy a fleet of ships and send a force of one hundred Tier 5 warriors to assess the situation. If we only find nothing but monsters in there, we need to be prepared," added a female court magician.

The Elf Queen looked unsure. As the court magicians had explained, these anomalies could bring anything from misfortune to newfound wealth at the start of a new millennium. However, she needed to gain a proper foothold on her nation so that she could reform it to her and her father's beliefs.

Unfortunately for her, depending on her decisions or her choices that befall her would carry significant consequences, it would either be a blessing or a curse.