Cosmic Ruler - Chapter 295

Chapter 295: A Princess in Need II

Once he married her, Aiden planned to eradicate every single noble who had a hand in corrupting the kingdom. He didn’t need armies, subterfuge, or diplomacy to carry this out. His strength alone, along with the deadly prowess of his personal maids, was enough to wipe out any opposition.

Not to mention, he can make his own armies with his Paradoxical Perfection talent.

Each of his maids was an expert in their own field, and Aiden had already assigned them various tasks to begin the next phase of his plan. Their roles would be critical in both handling the kingdom’s affairs and establishing the foundation for Aiden’s new rule. Soon, a new organization would rise under his control—one that would not only seize the Violent Mist World but also expand into other realms.

The marriage would be the first step, and from there, Aiden would move swiftly to consolidate his power. With Lirael by his side, he would transform Evroria into an unshakable kingdom, ruled by strength, cunning, and divine right. And as the kingdom bowed before its new king and queen, Aiden’s maids would work from the shadows, ensuring that no threat to his reign could ever rise again.

Aiden’s mind was already set. Lirael would be his queen, and Evroria would be the first kingdom in his unstoppable ascent to absolute power.

Aiden now after crossing the Village has arrived at the Mon City the home of Princess which houses the Moon Palace of the Princess.

Moon City, the periphery of the Kingdom of Evroria, was a place that seemed to embody the delicate balance between beauty and decay. Nestled within rolling hills and surrounded by dense forests, the city was built atop a cascading river that shimmered in the pale moonlight. The city itself was a blend of mid-European architectural style, with grand gothic cathedrals, ornate spires, and stone buildings that bore intricate carvings of celestial figures and beasts. Despite the grandeur, signs of neglect were apparent, with cracked roads, overgrown gardens, and once-luxurious mansions falling into disrepair.

In the heart of Moon City was the Central Plaza, the city’s most iconic landmark. Here stood the Veiled Woman Statue, a breathtaking marble depiction of the Violet Mist Celestial—a woman shrouded in flowing robes of mist, her face hidden behind a translucent veil, symbolizing the elusive power she wielded. Her hands were raised to the sky, as if commanding the very clouds, and around her feet, lavender flowers grew in abundance, filling the air with their sweet, intoxicating scent. The statue was not only a tribute to the ruler of the Ninth World but also a reminder of her omnipresence in this kingdom. For generations, the people of Moon City revered her, believing her to be the silent protector who watched over their lives.

The city, despite its beauty, was plagued by corruption. The nobles who were supposed to serve the kingdom indulged in endless feasts, exploiting the common folk without remorse. Crime was rampant in the alleys, and it was not uncommon for thieves and mercenaries to openly walk the streets. The king, once a benevolent and wise ruler, now turned a blind eye to the suffering of his people. His palace, once a shining beacon of hope, had become a fortress of indulgence, where he wasted away, surrounded by those who took advantage of his weakness.

But even amidst the chaos, Princess Lirael Augustus Evaroria was a beacon of light for the people. She lived in the palace, yes, but her influence reached far beyond the marble walls. The people loved her for her compassion and dedication to the kingdom, even though she had limited power to act. She was often seen visiting the Central Plaza, standing before the statue of the Violet Mist Celestial, praying for her kingdom’s salvation.

The palace, which lay on a hill overlooking the city, was a grand structure with tall white towers, violet banners fluttering in the wind, and sprawling gardens that spoke of the kingdom’s once-great wealth. From there, the princess tried to keep order, despite her father’s decline. However, the nobles had taken control of most of the kingdom’s day-to-day affairs, using their influence to turn the once-prosperous city into a haven for their greed.

To the west of the city lay the Kingdom’s Great Forest, a sprawling woodland that stretched for miles and was known to be filled with dangerous beasts and mercenaries. This forest acted as a natural barrier, separating Moon City from other regions of the Ninth World.

Aiden’s arrival in this city was not unnoticed. As he entered, the violet mist that constantly surrounded the city seemed to part for him, as though recognizing the power that radiated from his very being. The people in the streets whispered about him, some thinking he was a wandering noble, others a foreigner with mysterious intentions. But no one truly knew the depths of his plans.

The Veiled Woman Statue, her violet mist swirling lazily in the air, almost seemed to bow as Aiden passed by, acknowledging the arrival of a power far beyond anything the city had ever known.

Aiden smiled as the Violet Mist parted before him, a subtle yet undeniable sign that he was acknowledged by the very force that protected the city. This mist wasn’t just a natural phenomenon; it was a living barrier, imbued with the will of the Violet Mist Celestial herself. Anyone who dared to overstep their bounds, or make a direct move against the kingdom’s hierarchy—especially the king—would face the wrath of the mist. It was a powerful deterrent, ensuring that only those who followed the rules could ascend to power, and even then, only by legitimate means.

Aiden’s thoughts drifted as he moved gracefully through the mist. “In Rome, do as the Romans do,” he mused inwardly, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. It was almost amusing how this ancient world adhered to such rigid laws, but for now, he would play the part, moving with the tide rather than against it. Though his intentions were far from noble, the mist could only sense intent to kill or seize the throne by force. As long as Aiden adhered to the rules, the Violet Mist wouldn’t turn against him.