Arthur, Percival, Morrigan, Amelia, and Mars were inside a conference room.
Over the years they had become the leaders of the continent.
Arthur had to fight through high prejudice of being a bastard son to achieve his current position, and now he was one of the most famous celebrities and a war hero.
Mars was widely said to be the strongest demigod.
Every day, the people would debate. Who was stronger? Arthur, or Mars?
While many believed it to be Mars, Arthur’s achievement of splitting the Cheonso Mountain range – that ran through one fourth of the continent – in one attack was no joke.
Mars and Arthur had a different opinion than the people.
They were both now Exalted Demigods, yet they had never been able to make Percival or Morrigan use full strength against them.
Had Arthur and Mars used their trump cards, they might have been able to force Percival and Morrigan to get serious in a fight, but they knew Percival and Morrigan would have their own trump cards too.
Moreover, there was Amelia too.
She was shockingly strong thanks to her blessing, which she gained when Elizabeth died.
She had the blessing of Poseidon – she was Poseidon’s child.
But how was that possible? Her father was not Poseidon.
He was a prince of a country, and he had died in a Window subjugation.
After searching for clues, Amelia found the truth.
She was not Elizabeth’s daughter, and Elizabeth had sealed her blessing to hide that truth.
Clara and Paul were Elizabeth’s children.
The truth became the final factor that twisted Amelia’s personality.
When she found that her ‘friends’ were Elizabeth’s actual children, she killed them brutally.
Part of it was because she was disgusted by them trying to kill Elizabeth, part of it was because she wanted to take out her frustration.
After Amelia came to power, she killed everyone who had a hand in the rebellion that almost took Elizabeth’s life.
She didn’t care if she wasn’t Elizabeth’s biological daughter.
For her, she was her daughter.
Her cruel actions earned her the name Empress of Blood.
While she was not as strong as Mars and Arthur, she wasn’t far behind.
Currently all five of them were discussing the future of Luminera.
“We need to start actively searching for other continents. We can’t let them pull a one up on us like the Galhard Continent did.”
“I think it’s better to focus on finding Sacred Treasure. It’s high time we broke through the limit of Exalted Demigods.”
“We should focus on our society. Did you see how the God Clans acted up after the war–”
The door was opened with a bang, cutting off Percival.
Layla entered in a hurry.
“I heard Sir Jack was back? Where is he?” she looked around.
Silence appeared in the room.
After spending centuries with each other, they could tell what the other person was thinking with a glance.
And the way Layla had a faint blush…
“Layla,” Arthur called out her name. “Jack left.”
“Huh? Why? Last time, he promised he wouldn’t leave without saying a goodbye.”
Layla stomped her foot.
Empress of Death acting like a spoiled child was not something people could ever imagine. Yet it was something the people in the room saw at least twice a day.
“Dammit,” Layla muttered, biting her nails. “Maybe I should get Beck to make those magic chains to catch Sir Jack.”
Arthur, who heard her, froze.
He opened his mouth and closed it, unable to say anything.
Thankfully, there was one person in the room who never bothered to care about being careful with her words.
“Layla, you should give up,” Morrigan said.
“What do you mean?” Layla narrowed her eyes.
“You are completely out of Jack’s strike zone. What are you, 20 years younger than him? Unfortunately, he prefers women who are centuries older than–”
Amelia placed a hand on Morrigan’s shoulder.
“What?” Morrigan asked, turning to her.
“We decided to not spread that news,” Amelia said. She wanted to sigh. Morrigan might be over five hundred years old, but she was as whimsical as she was when she was twenty.
“I don’t really care,” Morrigan said, then turned to Layla, who looked at her with a confused face, not knowing Jack’s past. “Listen, Layla, do you know Jack has–”
“I’ll give you the Golden Apple from my garden,” Amelia said, cutting her off.
Morrigan looked at her and nodded. “Deal.”
…
Solar System Border
Jack was sitting over the Sky Barrier that covered the solar system when he suddenly felt a chill.
He looked around with a confused expression.
“What happened?” asked Zero, a tiny dragon the size of a palm – who was made from a part of Nyxtharion #2’s soul.
“I just felt like something bad was about to happen.”
“Oh that? Morrigan was about to tell Layla you had a night with your ancestor,” Zero said, receiving a mental telepathy from Nyxtharion #2 who was on Luminera.
“What?”
Jack looked at Zero with an exasperated gaze.
“It has been five hundred years since they found out about it. Are they going to keep talking about it?”
“Stop asking me. I wasn’t the one who said anything.” Zero shrugged.
Jack massaged his temples.
“Instead of going to Luminera, I should’ve just stayed here.”
“Like hell you wouldn’t have gone to Luminera. There was no way you were going to give up an excuse to meet Layla.”
“Hey, I already told you I don’t have any feelings for her. Stop making your own headcanons.”
“Sure, sure.”
To Zero, it was painfully obvious that Jack had grown feelings for her. But he was still chained down by the attachments to the past.
“You should just–” Jack stopped speaking and looked to the front.
Thousands of giant portals appeared, and armies of Gods flowed out from them.
“Finally,” Jack stretched and stood up. “I was wondering when you guys would come up.”
Black lines began to shine on Jack’s arm.
A giant shadow appeared behind him, and countless undead began to come out of the shadows.
For the past five hundred years, Jack had been traveling the universe and training under the instructions of Nyxtharion #2.
He would regularly return to Earth for vacation – when Earth was being invaded.