Two thousand years ago, the country of Drakholme was filled with angels, dragons, demons, and mythical creatures. But the people of Drakholme suffered greatly from social classes, and after those classes were reduced to just two—nobles and commoners—the chaos increased even more. For a hundred years, the people protested and cursed the gods.
These curses angered the gods, and they all turned their backs on Drakholme.
As a result, angels and demons no longer remained in this world.
And after these events, people protested even more, leading to the slaughter of all the dragons in the country. Fortunately, the royal family kept one dragon egg for one of their descendants, which they gave to an angel named Seraphiel—a seraphim, guardian of the divine fire—so that she would give this dragon egg to the most worthy king of the nation.
Drakholme was the only country that had both male and female dragons, and because of this, at its peak, it was one of the greatest and most powerful countries of Dravonthar.
The fall of Drakholme was such a significant event that it is mentioned in every history book…
War after war, and different nations began conquering important parts of the country, and day by day, the economy worsened!!
This continued for two thousand years.
Then came the 18th birthday of Tryon, the last prince of Drakholme.
Because of this, he had learned everything from his father. He was highly skilled in swordsmanship, holding the rank of elite swordsman—which, given his age, was a very high level!!
The levels of swordsmanship were: Apprentice Swordsman, Advanced Swordsman, Elite Swordsman, Swordmaster, Grandmaster Swordsman, Sword King, Sword Emperor, and God of Swordsmanship.
Most of his peers were either apprentice swordsmen, and even most elites were only at the advanced swordsman level.
From this, one could understand his terrifying talent.
He was a cold, harsh, and logical man, with wavy brown hair, ocean-blue eyes, and a body like that of the gods.
Unlike his brothers, Tryon truly deserved to be king..! But since he was the youngest child, he had the least chance of becoming crown prince.
"Why are you up so early, Your Highness?" one of the castle servants asked Tryon.
"I woke up early to train my swordsmanship," Tryon replied indifferently.
At that moment, his older brother Aryon entered his room and said, "Father wants to see you. It seemed serious."
'This bastard doesn't even know how to knock!?' Tryon thought to himself.
Then he quickly set down his sword to go see his father.
When he entered the royal hall, his father had a smile on his face.
"Glory is going to return to Drakholme again—thanks to you, Tryon!!" his father said with excitement and joy.
"How? How is that even possible?!!" Tryon asked in shock.
"Stefan, read the letter from the King of Velmoria to Tryon!"
Stefan, the royal messenger, read loudly and clearly:
"Greetings, King of Drakholme. Since Tryon, the Prince of Drakholme, has turned 18,
To form a bond between our two nations, he may marry my daughter, Elenora. With this alliance, I will help you reclaim the lost parts of your kingdom and support you during the long and harsh winter ahead.
And if you reject this offer, I will give it to the son of the King of Sylmira, Syroc, and aid them in conquering your entire kingdom.
Tomorrow, I will come to your capital to discuss this matter and receive your final answer—so the wedding can happen quickly."
"So, what do you think, Tryon?" the king asked.
"But father—" Tryon began, but his father interrupted,
"No 'but'! Do it for your kingdom and your throne!!"
Since Tryon knew he couldn't say anything and the decision had already been made, he agreed. But deep down, he had a bad feeling about it.
Whenever Tryon got angry, he trained his sword—and that day, he trained more than ever.
The next day
The gates of the kingdom opened.
The clatter of Velmoria's royal horses echoed throughout the city.
A grand celebration was held for their arrival. Everywhere was lit up and filled with banners.
The King of Velmoria entered the castle—a cold, harsh, and unpredictable man.
After the magnificent ceremony, they finally entered the royal hall. Along with the king came his wife, his daughter Elenora, his two older sons, and his soldiers and knights.
After much hospitality, the King of Velmoria got to the main point.
"Do you accept this proposal, my old friend?" the King of Velmoria asked the King of Drakholme.
The King of Drakholme shook hands to show agreement.
"Do you have any plans for the celebration? Has Elenora even seen Tryon?" the king asked.
"No, they will get acquainted," the King of Velmoria said coldly.
When Tryon saw Elenora, he somewhat liked her at first sight—but he was not the kind of man to fall for girls quickly. For him, the future and power were the most important things. Women were his last priority.
Everyone gathered around the royal table to drink the finest liquors on the continent and eat expensive foods that the common people of Drakholme didn't even know existed.
No one dared to speak harshly, and silence dominated the room.
"Father, when will my union with Prince Tryon happen?" Elenora asked her father with teary eyes.
"When Tryon becomes king and holds all the power—then you will marry, and we will fulfill our promises," the King of Velmoria said.
"If that's the case, then Tryon should become king as soon as possible," said the King of Drakholme quickly.
"Tomorrow," the King of Velmoria said.
"Tomorrow?!" The King of Drakholme was shocked.
"You know that tomorrow is the coronation of Syroc, the prince of Sylmira, and he will become their new king?" said the King of Velmoria.
"This evening," the King of Drakholme said instantly without even thinking.
The King of Velmoria nodded in approval.
After lunch, they quickly prepared for the coronation. Everyone—from the people, the castle staff, to even the royal family of Drakholme—were surprised by this sudden decision.
Evening came. Within half an hour, the entire coronation ceremony was completed in the simplest way possible. The coronation was supposed to be the greatest tradition of any nation and the most valuable day for any noble—but Tryon, without any say, was crowned in the most straightforward manner.
It passed like a bolt of lightning!!
The King of Velmoria ordered that the wedding take place in their own country.
"There's definitely a plan and a scheme behind this marriage! No one would rush a wedding this quickly!!" Tryon angrily told his brother Aryon.
Aryon said nothing. He harbored hatred toward his brother, as by tradition, the older brother should have become king…
The next day, the royal family set out toward Velmoria and arrived at its capital. Throughout the journey, Tryon was deep in thought, wishing something would go wrong so the whole thing could be canceled!!
Tryon was no longer a prince. In just one day, he had become a king!! He had no excitement, only worry about what was going to happen…
Two weeks passed… and during these two weeks, the country's situation slightly improved, and Tryon was becoming more skilled at ruling.
Velmoria's capital was fully prepared for the wedding of King Tryon and Elenora—it was as if they already knew the old king of Drakholme would accept this proposal…
Everyone was suspicious—Elenora and Tryon included!!
"Umm… Father, what are you doing!?" Elenora asked her father.
"You'll understand soon… but forgive me, my daughter," her father said seriously.
Elenora turned pale. "What!!?"
On the wedding day, everything went perfectly, and a magnificent celebration was held, full of food, gifts, and more.
Elenora wore a stunning wedding dress that day.
Among all the gifts, one caught Tryon's attention more than anything…
An angel stepped foot on earth for the first time again—right in front of King Tryon…
Tryon was the only one who could see it..!!
Tryon was overwhelmed by how quickly everything was happening!!
"Greetings, Tryon! You will change the future of this country and this continent!! Act normal. When you return to your country with Elenora, check under the royal throne. When you find it, I will descend again and show you how to use it…"
That angel was Seraphiel… the angel who had promised this gift to Tryon's family two years ago.
During the whole wedding, Tryon was thinking about that gift, and after the wedding, he eagerly awaited to return to his homeland with his wife.
After three days of feasting, he finally returned to his country with Elenora.
And he went to the place the angel had told him about.
What he saw left him completely shocked.