Cosmic Ruler - Chapter 273

Chapter 273: Ramona IV

Aiden then explained the situation to the villagers, who, in a fit of anger, took matters into their own hands. The unconscious demonic cultivators were brutally killed by the mob, impaled by shovels and other farming tools.

‘Imagine being a cultivator and dying by the hands of angry farmers,’ Aiden thought inwardly with a smirk, watching the pitiful scene as the villagers vented their fury on the demonic cultivators. Once the chaos settled, Aiden approached the village chief to ask where exactly he was.

“Thank you, young man, for saving us all,” the old chief bowed deeply as Aiden approached, with the other villagers following his lead.

“It’s nothing. Demons are everyone’s enemy,” Aiden replied. Then, with a more serious tone, he asked, “Can you tell me where this place is?”

The old chief straightened his long beard as he spoke. “Hmm, it seems you’re a traveler. You are currently in Revisus, formerly a part of the Ravan Kingdom, though now it’s under the rule of the Panso Kingdom,” he explained.

“Panso Kingdom? Did they invade and destroy Ravan Kingdom?” Aiden asked curiously.

“Yes, or so it’s said. It was all because of a young princess from the Panso Kingdom. The Ravan Kingdom somehow offended her, and in retaliation, she annihilated the entire Ravan royal family in a single night. The battle was more like a massacre, to say the least,” the village chief said grimly.

“It was one-sided, a total massacre. The once-mighty Ravan Kingdom, which had been nearly invincible, was wiped out in an instant when that Panso princess showed her true power,” he continued, trembling slightly as he recounted the events.

“It sounds like you witnessed it firsthand,” Aiden noted, observing the chief’s haunted expression.

“Yes, I was at the Imperial City that day for trade. I saw her—she came in wielding a massive black sword. With just a swing, lives were lost,” the chief recalled, his voice shaking.

“Her Martial Spirit was the Void Peacock, known for its terrifying ability to absorb the very life force of anyone nearby. It was said that millions of Ravan Kingdom soldiers were reduced to nothing in mere moments,” he finished, his eyes reflecting the horror of that dreadful day.

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One day, in her academy mansion, Ramona was humming softly as she busied herself in the kitchen, cooking with a gleeful expression. She had prepared one dish after another, anticipating Aiden’s (or rather, his avatar’s) arrival. “Hmm, I wonder whether Aiden will like it or not,” she mused to herself, carefully plating the food.

Suddenly, her maid burst into the room, breathless. “P-princess! Bad news!” she stammered, trying to catch her breath.

Ramona didn’t even look up, waving her off dismissively. “Later. I’m busy right now,” she replied, her voice humming.

‘It’s related to Aiden,’ the maid managed to say through her frantic breathing.

In an instant, Ramona was standing directly in front of the maid, her eyes darkening, her intense aura almost suffocating the poor servant. “What happened to him?” she demanded, her voice cold and no longer melodious.

The maid trembled under Ramona’s gaze but managed to stammer out, “H-he… he left for the Immortal Realm.”

Ramasin felt her world slipping away beneath her feet. “Why? Today was supposed to be our first date. Why?” she asked, her voice now filled with confusion and hurt. She could hardly believe it. After so long, she had finally convinced Aiden’s avatar to go on a date with her, and now, he was gone?

She didn’t know Aiden was long gone, it was his only avatar he left here, and now that too is destroyed as she no longer needs nor he want to do anything with lower realm after the betrayal.

“Why… why did he leave? Why today of all days?” she whispered absentmindedly, her heart sinking. The anticipation and excitement she had built up crumbled to dust in a matter of moments. She stared blankly at the maid, struggling to process what she’d just heard.

“Why…?” Ramona asked again, her voice a mixture of frustration and deep sadness, her eyes reflecting her disbelief.

“Princess, it’s because of that bitch, Chloe,” the maid said angrily, her voice trembling with rage as she recounted the events. She explained how Aiden had overheard Chloe’s secret conversation with the King of Ravan Kingdom. In that conversation, Aiden discovered the harsh truth — the Ravan family had been using him all along. They had no intention of marrying Chloe to him. Chloe already had a fiancé, hidden from Aiden, and she had been in contact with him the entire time.

Aiden had confronted her on the spot, and Chloe had admitted everything. She had even told him that he should be grateful they accepted an orphan like him into their ranks. She cruelly mocked him, saying he should just be their obedient dog and not dare to dream of becoming their equal.

“Princess, Aiden didn’t say a word. He just left. Our artifact detected his presence leaving the Spirit Realm, and then he was detected in the Upper Immortal Realm,” the maid finished, watching as Ramona’s eyes darkened, though a hopeful expression flickered across her face.

“So… he didn’t leave because of me… or to avoid me,” Ramona mumbled to herself, a mixture of relief and deepening fury in her tone.

Her expression shifted quickly, her fists clenching as her aura surged uncontrollably. “Chloe, the Ravan Kingdom, those bastards… HOW DARE THEY DO THAT TO HIM!” she screamed, her power exploding outward, shaking the entire mansion with her rage. Her majestic peacock wings unfurled behind her, shimmering with deadly grace.

Without another word, Ramona took to the sky, her wings slicing through the air as she flew straight toward the Ravan Kingdom, vengeance blazing in her eyes.

Soon, she arrived at the gates of the Ravan Kingdom. The Panso Kingdom had always been known for its pacifism, never initiating conflict, only defending their home when attacked. But today, all of that was about to change.

Princess Ramona von Panso would become the first in the kingdom’s long, peaceful history to invade another realm.

Her eyes glowed with fury as she hovered above the capital of the Ravan Kingdom. Raising her hand, she muttered in a cold, commanding voice, “Void Territory.”

Instantly, a colossal dome of energy expanded outward from her, enveloping the entire Ravan capital in its grasp.

Snap.

With the flick of her fingers, the dome pulsed, and all the commoners—innocent citizens, workers, and bystanders—were expelled, gently transported outside the boundaries of the dome.

Only those with the blood of the Ravan family, no matter how faint, remained trapped inside. Even those with as little as 0.000001% of the royal bloodline coursing through their veins were ensnared in her trap.

Now, the royal family and their traitorous kin stood alone, helpless within the deathly silence of Ramona’s barrier.

Ramona’s voice echoed coldly through the capital, “You thought you could use him? Manipulate him? I will make sure the Ravan family is erased from history for your betrayal.”

King Orion, the ruler of the Ravan Kingdom, froze where he stood. The overwhelming pressure of her presence left no room for negotiation. Her words dripped with the promise of absolute destruction, and he understood at once—there would be no mercy, no discussions. He couldn’t reason with this level of rage.

The old advisor, the one who had once guided Aiden, stood watching in silence. His heart ached, knowing what was coming, and though his wisdom had once been revered, he knew there was no salvation for the Ravan Kingdom.

“Forgive me, little one,” he whispered softly to himself, his voice hoarse with regret. “I was powerless to protect you.” The weight of his failure crushed him as he closed his eyes, summoning his Martial Spirit for the last time. He released it into the air, sacrificing his life as he accepted his fate.

All around him, others who had once harbored good will towards Aiden met their own end one by one. Many accepted their doom, ending their lives before Ramona’s wrath could claim them. Only the greedy ones, those who clung to their wealth and power, remained trembling, hoping for escape.

Ramona watched it all unfold with cold, unfeeling eyes. She made no move to stop those who chose to end their own lives. In her mind, anyone with the blood of the Ravan family deserved the same fate. She had no sympathy, no compassion left for those who had betrayed Aiden.

“They deserve this,” she murmured to herself, watching as her barrier continued to pulse, isolating those who had committed the ultimate betrayal.

King Orion stepped forward, surrounded by his guards, his expression stern as he addressed Ramona. “Child of Panso,” he began, his voice heavy with authority, “I will forgive your impudence if you leave right now.”

Ramona’s cold gaze met his, unflinching and filled with contempt. “So,” she sneered, “you are the true mastermind behind this ordeal.” Her voice dripped with disdain. “A pitiful bastard with only a Grade 3 Martial Spirit, yet you sit on a throne, being the only son of the last king. How pathetic.”