The sun rose over the battered lands of the former Leaf Kingdom, now under the rule of the Clover Kingdom. Sion Ragnar stood at the center of the capital, cloaked in a commanding aura of both power and responsibility. The once-bloodstained streets now bustled with workers, as reconstruction had begun under his guidance.
Utilizing his memories from the world of Allen, Sion introduced advanced techniques for road construction, aqueduct systems, and fortified trade routes. Roads would now directly connect the Leaf Dukedom to the Sidom Kingdom and the Clover capital, allowing for the safe flow of goods and relief. He summoned engineers, craftsmen, and logistics teams, even among the common folk, selecting based on skill rather than lineage.
Food and water stations were built across key districts. Magical purifiers, adapted from Allen's knowledge, were set near rivers to ensure clean water supply, while magical greenhouses were initiated to grow crops faster for the people.
Meanwhile, the former nobles of Leaf, those who had survived his wrath, were rounded up. Sion personally oversaw their interrogation and trial under Clover Kingdom Law, ensuring fairness but zero tolerance for past corruption. Some were imprisoned. A few were exiled. The rest were sentenced according to their crimes—publicly, without ceremony.
With the region stabilized, Sion stood atop the grand stairs of the palace, overlooking a massive gathering of Leaf's citizens. He addressed them, wearing the new cloak bearing the sigil of Leaf Dukedom under Clover Kingdom.
"I stand before you not as a conqueror, but as a guardian. I am Sion Ragnar, the newly appointed Duke of Leaf. This land was broken, not by war—but by betrayal. From today, no noble shall sit above justice, and no citizen shall live beneath dignity. You are free under the laws of the Clover Kingdom. But freedom must be protected. Work hard, follow the law, and peace will be yours. The bloodshed ends here. Together, we will build a land where your children won't fear the night."
The crowd, stunned by his solemn tone, erupted into chants. Hope had returned.
Back in the Persia Dukedom, a private war council was held. King Nathan, Queen Elizabeth, Duke John, and Duke Jonathan (Duke of Northridge) were joined by two new allies:
Duke Alaric of Eastmere, a calm strategist with strong trade roots.
Duchess Celestine of Goldspire, known for her military prowess and magical battalions.
They discussed Sion's rise and the possible threats that may come. Whispers of ancient darkness were resurfacing.
Meanwhile, in Leaf, Sion called Rapheal and said gravely, "Scan the entire territory. I want no trace—no echo—of the Fallen. If they exist, I'll rip them from the shadows."
Rapheal nodded, golden eyes glowing. "As you command, my king of wrath."
Later, as Sion walked toward his chambers, Princess Katherine and Sara confronted him.
"You reckless idiot!" Katherine snapped. "What if you had died? Charging in alone without us—without a plan?"
Sara frowned. "Do you think we're weak? You don't have to carry everything alone, Sion."
Sion's eyes dimmed. "If it meant saving Janet... I would do it again."
Just as the tension rose, Janet stormed in, teary-eyed but fierce.
"Stop shouting at my brother!" she cried. "He saved me! He's the best brother in the world!"
Katherine and Sara froze, guilt flickering in their eyes.
In the shadows of the corridor, Rebecca watched quietly. Her heart ached—jealousy, admiration, and affection tangled in her chest. A whisper escaped her lips, "He's… really something."
But far beyond, as Rapheal scanned the borders with divine sight, his face darkened.
"Something's wrong," he murmured. "There's… residue of forbidden magic… they were here… and may still be