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Chapter 137: 9:00 PM! The Coronation Ceremony Begins!
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[SunnyCat : I'll bring them over right away.]
[Sei: Understood.]
Seito closed the panel and waited in silence. A few minutes later, Haruno Yukinoshita entered the palace accompanied by two breathtakingly beautiful women. Seito scanned them immediately.
[Firna]
Level: 100
(Elven Queen)
[Hylan]
Level: 100
(Merfolk Queen)
Seito's gaze lingered for an extra moment on Hylan's legs.
"Among us Merfolk, those who surpass Level 50 gain the ability to manifest human legs," Hylan noted with a polite, knowing smile.
Seito nodded, quickly regaining his composure. "Welcome to Snezhnaya. I am Sei, the soon-to-be crowned Emperor of the Snezhnaya Empire!"
"It is an honor to meet you, Emperor Sei."
"Greetings."
The two queens bowed elegantly, acknowledging his status.
"Let's find a more comfortable place to speak," Seito said, turning toward the inner chambers of the palace. Haruno followed with the two queens in tow.
Once they were settled in a grand hall, Seito took the central seat, with Haruno naturally taking her place beside him. Recalling something, Seito turned to Firna. "Queen Firna, do you know the Elven Queen from the 12th floor?"
"Mmm~" Firna nodded. "That child came from my lineage. She left without a name, but after reaching the 12th floor, she provided a peaceful sanctuary for the elves there, so they simply called her the Elven Queen. Formally, her name is Linna."
Seito hummed thoughtfully. It seemed the various floors of God's Domain were more interconnected than he had realized. "I see. Then, may I ask why both of you have decided to move your entire tribes to Snezhnaya?"
This was the question he'd been wanting to ask. The Far North's harsh environment wasn't exactly the natural habitat for elves or merfolk.
"Emperor Sei, we simply wish to find a faction capable of offering true asylum," Hylan answered.
"But why me?" Seito asked, surprised. His empire was brand new; in terms of raw history and established power, he couldn't compare to the old-world empires.
"Because the Far North is the best place to stay out of the coming wars," Firna explained. "We do not fear battle, but joining other factions means being treated as cannon fodder, sent to one front after another."
Her logic was sound. If they joined the older empires, the elves and merfolk would be exploited as frontline units or, worse, their people would be targeted as slaves for the nobility.
Before coming here, they had heard from other players that the new King of Snezhnaya was a man who championed equality and harbored a deep-seated hatred for the corrupt aristocracy. Since his territory was won through an uprising against the nobles, it was the safest haven for them.
Seito nodded. "I understand your concerns. But if your entire tribes relocate here, where will you live? The environment..."
"That is easily solved," Hylan interrupted. "I can use my power to reshape a portion of the Far North into a habitat suitable for my people." At Level 100, she was a walking natural disaster; terraforming was trivial to her.
"The same goes for us," Firna added. "Our Mother Tree has already been safely transitioned to the 12th floor, so relocating the tribe is not an issue."
With no further reasons to refuse, Seito stood up. "Very well. Have your tribes begin the migration tomorrow. For tonight, I invite you to attend my coronation."
9:00 PM: Snezhnaya Main City.
The streets were packed. Tens of thousands of immigrants lined the roads, while players perched on rooftops, chatting excitedly. Soldiers stood in disciplined rows, holding back the eager crowds.
"The ceremony is starting soon."
"I heard our Emperor is young, brilliant, and hates the nobles just like we do!"
"Hmph! Those other empires are a joke now—bread costs 10,000 gold pieces because of the war! If we hadn't come to Snezhnaya, my family would have starved."
The civilians grumbled about the hyperinflation and the cruelty of the lords they had left behind. In this crowd, humans, beast-kin, and even a few early elves stood side-by-side. Without the artificial hierarchy of "nobility," they treated each other with simple, hard-working respect.
"The Emperor is coming!"
A shout rang out, snapping every player and NPC to attention. All eyes turned toward the city gates. A lone figure had appeared.
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(T/N; Urmn Guys Eagle Nation is America Right?
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