Chapter 188: First Act End

"Tristan...?"

Siena mumbled, her gaze fixed on the skies, where an imminent clash of powers loomed.

Just as she prepared to unleash her formidable attack, the skies underwent a sudden transformation, bathing everything in a radiant gold hue.

A golden crescent slash sliced through the air, severing the wing of her old friend.

'No, this is someone different...'

Siena's thoughts hung in the air as she grappled with the unexpected interference.

Though she knew the devastating power of Tristan's attacks, especially when infused with divine energy, what just occurred surpassed even his capabilities.

The scale of power she witnessed could only be wielded by someone as formidable as herself.

She took a moment to gather her thoughts, reflecting on the dazzling display of strength.

Even for someone who had mastered celestial swordsmanship, the swiftness and force of the attack were awe-inspiring.

Siena prided herself on being the only one capable of executing the fastest attack in the world, her celestial swordsmanship designed to cut down opponents before they could even register their demise.

Yet, she found herself humbled by the display before her. The attack that intervened in the impending clash had surpassed even her abilities.

Siena had dedicated herself to honing her swordsmanship to unparalleled levels, a skill so refined that even the gods themselves feared her.

Throughout the continent, she stood as the sole practitioner of this transcendent art, sharing the secret only with Tristan, her devoted disciple.

Perhaps...

Siena pondered, her gaze scanning the city square, searching for a familiar presence.

Her eyes, sharp and focused like those of an eagle, contracted, and her vision honed in on the scene below.

With her innate large mana sense, she could effortlessly discern the young man in the distance, gripping a gleaming golden sword.

Her eyes locked onto his face, and a subtle relief passed across her features as she descended to the ground.

The exhaustion that permeated her being became apparent, though she was still brimming with energy.

The pain that had wracked her body had subsided with the disappearance of the manifested sun, yet an overwhelming drowsiness gripped her, threatening to pull her into a deep slumber at any moment.

"Haaa...! Haha, that's right. I completely forgot you were here, dear nephew of mine. Why did you only make your move now?" Siena's voice, though filled with humor, carried a touch of weariness. The events that transpired had taken a toll on her, leaving her drained despite the energy still coursing through her veins.

Even as she spoke, a sense of drowsiness crept over her, the weariness settling in.

The fatigue weighed on her like a heavy cloak, and she fought to maintain focus as her surroundings blurred.

The battle may have subsided, but the aftermath left Siena grappling with an unexpected exhaustion.

'I guess I pushed myself a bit too much this time, huh?' Siena thought, evaluating her condition.

While she wasn't physically exhausted, her mental state told a different story.

The immense amount of mana she had channeled, the strain of enduring pain, and the sheer focus required to prevent her mana from leaking out during the intense battle with Elaniel had taken its toll on her mind.

But even still...

She couldn't afford to rest just yet. There were still matters that required her attention and confirmation. Determined, she stood back up, clenching her fists.

With a deliberate focus, she sent a shockwave down her arms, the force ultimately causing injury to her palms.

Blood trickled down her pristine white skin, and the sharp surge of pain jolted her senses.

Oddly, the pain served its purpose, acting as a catalyst to help her regain focus. As the throbbing sensation in her hands intensified, Siena slowly started to walk.

Each step seemed deliberate, the pain a reminder of her resilience and determination.

The city square around her may have been filled with relief and cheers, but she knew that her duty was far from over.

Though the dragon lord had conveyed only two messages to his kin, his words carried absolute authority among them.

The instructions were clear: refrain from meddling in the war with the demons unless necessary, and avoid conflicts with the chosen one by the goddess – the hero.

The dragons understood the significance of these directives and adhered to them with an unwavering commitment.

However, this time, the encounter with the hero was accidental. Azir, the dragon who had engaged with the hero, bore the brunt of the damage.

The possibility of conflict loomed, but the dragon lord's authority held sway.

Any potential discord could be nullified, attributed to a misunderstanding in the chaos that ensued.

Clutching onto his head, Azir underwent a transformation, reverting to his human form.

Green sparks of lightning enveloped his gigantic body, morphing him into a handsome young man in his late twenties to early thirties.

His flowing green hair, reminiscent of rippling lightning, cascaded around him.

As Azir stood in his human form, he couldn't help but feel a slight surprise at the depth of the crater he had created when he fell from the sky.

Now at the center of the impact, he surveyed the surroundings with a mix of contemplation and awe.

The earth around him bore witness to the clash of celestial forces, a testament to the power unleashed during the encounter with the hero.

His head kept ringing for some reason, a persistent echo that eluded comprehension. Shaking off the disorientation, Azir focused on recollecting what had transpired.

"Grandpa!"

The unexpected voice cut through his thoughts, prompting him to look up. His green eyes met another set of green eyes, the resemblance striking.

Flowing pink hair, reminiscent of plum blossoms, danced gracefully in the winds, framing a beautiful face that mirrored his own – his great descendant, Christine Alger De Lumenia.

She was smiling at him, her expression a mix of relief and joy. Azir's eyes softened at the sight of her.

The connection between generations, stretching across time, was a poignant reminder of the responsibilities he bore.

"You're fine?"

....

Waking up, I was met with a sight I never thought would happen to me in reality.

Scenarios like these were something I'd only encountered in harem novels or manga, but to actually experience it in real life made me question if I had indeed saved a world back in my previous life.

Right now, I was peacefully resting in a fairly large bed – soft and cushy to the touch.

But it paled to the sensation I was feeling right now.

To my surprise, I found myself surrounded by a group of lovely girls.

Elena sleeping on my left and Aria was nestled on my right, – both hugging me tightly, as if staking their claim on me.

Lilliana, for some inexplicable reason, was right above me, her breath gently trickling through my hair, creating a surreal intimacy.

As Louise lay gently on my chest, her breathing intertwined with mine, I couldn't help but feel a heightened awareness of the warmth and softness of her body, particularly the proximity of her ample breasts.

The situation had taken an unexpectedly alluring turn, and a sense of danger crept into my thoughts.

I'm not one to typically wake up with morning arousal, but the circumstances were far from ordinary.

The combination of the inviting bed, the close embrace of the girls, and the undeniable tension in the air triggered a response that felt, in a way, natural.

I mean, who wouldn't react like this in such a situation, right?

I didn't have all the details, but one thing was for sure.

I was blessed.

Fuck!... I'll die of happiness at this rate...!