Yo, today is my birthday, the same day as gojo satoru.... Hope i get some wishes from here too
Anyways, enjoy the chapter.
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Velsun and Veldora vanished in a flash of golden light, returning to Solara, leaving the Creator's palace quiet once more.
Veldanava let out a small breath and turned to his gathered angels. "Alright, everyone, return to your duties. I have matters to attend to."
The angels bowed in unison, their wings folding gracefully as they prepared to disperse. Dino had already slouched back into his usual lazy posture, clearly ready to teleport away for a nap.
But before anyone could leave, two magic circles shimmered into existence at the center of the throne room.
Everyone immediately tensed. Holy spears and swords appeared in the angels' hands, their divine auras flaring in preparation.
From the portals stepped two figures—both exuding overwhelming draconic pressure that was impossible to mistake.
Velzard, the Ice Queen, and Velgrynd, the Scorching Dragon.
Velzard didn't waste a moment. She stepped forward, her icy eyes scanning the room, sharp and concerned. "Elder brother, I felt a huge surge of power from here—but it disappeared as quickly as it came. What happened?"
Velgrynd's gaze swept over the angels before landing on Veldanava. "Yes, what Velzard said. I sensed it too. Was there an attack?"
Veldanava's lips curved into a calm smile. "Oh, it's nothing to worry about, my lovely sisters. The red primordial—Guy, as he calls himself now—came to challenge me."
"WHAT?!" Velzard and Velgrynd exclaimed in unison, their shock echoing through the grand hall.
Velzard's frown deepened, a faint frost creeping along the marble floor. "That reckless fool… Does he have no sense of survival?"
Velzard
crossed her arms, eyes narrowing. "So, elder brother… You erased him from existence, right?"
Veldanava chuckled lightly, scratching his cheek. "Uh… about that. No. Actually, seeing his strength and determination, I decided to make him the mediator between races."
"WHAT?!" Velzard and Velgrynd's voices rang through the hall again, louder this time. The angels glanced at each other—they were getting whiplash from the sisters' synchronized outbursts.
Velzard stepped closer, frost now visibly forming along the floor. "Elder brother… Were you hit in the head? Who offers a job to someone who just attacked them?"
Velgrynd tilted her head, eyes narrowing suspiciously. "Exactly. Normally, you punish someone for that, not hand them a title."
Veldanava raised his hands in a placating gesture. "Hey, I was originally thinking of giving this role to Velsun. But he declined… and actually supported Guy for the role."
Velzard blinked in disbelief. "...Velsun? Supported him?
Velzard's jaw tightened, her voice sharp with indignation. "What? I don't believe it! Even I could have done it. And Velsun supported that daemon over his own elder sister?"
Every angel in the room—Cornu, Pico, Obera, even Dino—slowly turned their gaze toward her, expressions flat and vaguely amused.
She noticed. "…WHAT ARE YOU ALL LOOKING AT?!" She barked, the temperature in the room dropping instantly.
The silence grew awkward, so she huffed, flipping her hair back. "Alright, that's it. I'm going to see for myself whether this 'daemon' is actually worthy of this so-called mediator role."
Without waiting for an answer, she spread her wings and blasted out of the palace, a trail of frost shimmering in her wake.
Velgrynd looked confused, as she knew her brother wasn't some idiot.
"What did he see in him?"
Velgrynd then studied Veldanava's expression, searching for even the slightest hint of doubt. But there was none—only that serene confidence that always seemed to make everyone around him feel both reassured and slightly uneasy.
Then Velgrynd turned towards Veldanava. "So elder brother, why exactly did you choose a daemon as the mediator? You could have chosen anyone else."
Veldanava gave a calm smile. "Hm… because Guy was meant for that role, Velgrynd."
Velgrynd's eyes widened slightly. "Meant for that role? I don't understand, elder brother."
"You will understand someday, Velgrynd. And believe me—he will definitely do great work. I also trust Velsun's judgment. Our little brother has grown mature."
Velgrynd studied his eyes for a moment, trying to gauge if he truly believed that, and found nothing but steady conviction. "I see…"
Veldanava walked back toward his throne, his voice echoing in the hall. "Balance is not kept by those who fear the storm, but by those who will stand in the middle of it. Guy is… one such person."
Veldanava's calm smile widened just a fraction. "Besides," he added, "a mediator's role is not about raw power. It's about balance… and balance often comes from someone who's willing to stand in the storm rather than avoid it."
Velgrynd's gaze softened, though a small frown lingered. "If you say so, elder brother. But I still find it odd that you'd trust a daemon to keep the peace."
Velgrynd glanced toward the massive palace doors where Velzard had flown out moments earlier. "Enemies… or disasters?" she muttered under her breath.
Veldanava chuckled, turning toward the great windows. "In this world, they are often the same thing."
From the corner, Dino scratched his head. "Man, What a drag. I just want to take a nap by now."
Cornu shot him a look. "You caused half of this mess."
"Hey, it's not my fault strong people like to fight! I just point them in the right direction." Dino yawned again, clearly done with the conversation.
Veldanava, ignoring the banter, stepped toward his throne. "Come. We have work to do—Guy's role has begun, and the world will not wait for us."
The angels bowed in unison, the air heavy with unspoken tension—and somewhere far beyond the palace walls, Velzard's hunt for Guy had already begun.
Velzard cut through the sky like a silver comet, her wings beating with controlled precision, but her expression… was anything but calm.
"Tch… why is this daemon getting favorable impressions from both my brothers?" she muttered to herself, her voice low but laced with irritation. "One is my elder brother, the Creator God himself… and the other is my younger brother—who, mind you, defeated me just moments after his birth."
Her grip on the cold air around her tightened subconsciously. That first defeat had burned her pride, leaving a scar she could never quite forget. But over time, it became something else.
"…I respect Velsun," she admitted under her breath. "His strength… his intellect… the way he carries himself as king. Not any random person can raise a kingdom from nothing and keep it thriving."
Her eyes narrowed as clouds broke apart in her path.
"Not that the youngest, Veldora, could ever do that… even with all his strength. He's… well, Veldora." The faintest smirk tugged at her lips. "No patience, no discipline. That's why I can't understand… why this daemon, this Guy Crimson, is suddenly worthy of such faith."
The frigid wind swirled harder around her, responding to her mood.
"I'll see for myself… and if I find him lacking—" She let the thought trail off, her eyes glinting like ice under the sun. "—he'll regret ever stepping foot into our world."
Below her, the land rushed past until, in the distance… a crimson spark of magicules flared.
Velzard descended in a blur of silver light, the shockwave from her landing scattering dust and rippling the grass for hundreds of meters. The ground beneath her boots frosted instantly, the air dropping several degrees in her presence.
The crimson spark of magicules she'd been tracking was now right in front of her—and, infuriatingly, the source of it was… lounging.
Guy Crimson lay sprawled out on the grass as if the world belonged to him, hands tucked lazily behind his head, legs crossed, and an infuriatingly smug expression on his face. His two subordinates, the primordials Mizari and Rain, sat nearby—one quietly brushing her hair, the other chewing on a piece of grass without a care.
Velzard's shadow fell over them, and Guy cracked an eye open, smiling lazily.
"Well, well… if it isn't the White Ice Dragon herself," he drawled, his voice slow and amused. "To what do I owe the honor? Or are you here for a nap too?"
Velzard's expression remained cold, her voice cutting through the air like a blade. "I'm here to see whether my elder brother made the biggest mistake of his life… by giving you the role of Mediator."
Guy's smile widened into something sharper. He slowly sat up, resting his elbows on his knees, crimson eyes locking onto hers without a trace of fear. "Oh? So the big sister came to test me, huh? So ice dragon why are you here? Trying to finish me off?"
Velzard's magicules flared subtly, frosting the tips of the grass around them. "That depends… if you disappoint me, you won't be leaving here intact."
Guy chuckled—and for a brief moment, the air between them grew heavy, two overwhelming auras brushing against each other, promising that the ground here might soon witness something catastrophic.