Chương 65: Chapter 64: Archmage and Demon Queen

Ren's pov The false Sovereign descended through the torn sky as though the city had been built solely to provide it with a stage. Black crystal wrapped its humanoid body in overlapping plates, each one carved with fragments of Velmoran command sigils that had been copied without understanding the authority behind them. Seven enormous rings rotated behind its shoulders, violet-black light passing between them in slow pulses before disappearing into the fractures scattered across Saitama.

Every pulse answered somewhere beneath the city, where the surviving anchors continued feeding the thing enough power to distort the air around it. Someone had also decided it needed a crown. Several curved horns surrounded its head in an arrangement that was probably intended to look regal.

Under normal circumstances, I would have taken the time to criticize the design, but after nearly turning several streets into a crater because I had lost contact with my daughters, I was making a sincere attempt to reconsider my priorities. Ria stood beside me, and thirty-eight percent of her old strength already made the number sound misleading.

Silver hair drifted around her shoulders beneath the pressure descending from above, while crimson-black mana rested around her body with a stillness that felt more dangerous than any explosion. Her elegant horns were fully visible now, her crimson eyes brighter than I had seen them in three years, and every surviving Velmoran conduit buried beneath the district trembled whenever her power moved. The woman beside me was still Ria.

She was still the person who stole blankets, criticized my laundry habits, threatened me whenever I ignored injuries, and somehow became Mama to three small disasters. But for the first time since I sealed her, a meaningful portion of Astrea von Velmora stood openly before the world. I glanced toward her, partly because I wanted to confirm that the seal remained stable and partly because she looked unfairly beautiful beneath a sky that seemed determined to end civilization. Ria caught me immediately.

"Why are you staring at me?" she asked, narrowing her crimson eyes with the same suspicion she usually reserved for Hikari whenever the apartment became suspiciously quiet.

"Nothing," I replied, which earned exactly the reaction that answer deserved. Ria's expression flattened.

"That answer has never meant nothing."

"You look good." For approximately two seconds, the former Demon Queen who had once terrified half the awakened world looked completely unprepared for combat. A faint flush touched her cheeks before she turned sharply toward the false Sovereign again.

"This is hardly the time," Ria muttered.

"I know."

"You said it anyway."

"I nearly died several times today. I'm reevaluating efficiency." Ria glanced back at me, visibly unimpressed.

"Your priorities remain deeply questionable." Probably true. Several dozen meters behind us, Ruruka had already moved the girls closer to the reinforced shelter entrance with Guild personnel forming another defensive line around them. Ruri kept one hand around Karin's wrist, probably because she correctly suspected that Karin might interpret remain behind the barrier as a challenge rather than an instruction. Karin was glaring upward at the false king with enough hostility to confirm that concern.

Hikari stood between them with her tiny spoon raised toward the sky. I still did not know what she expected the spoon to accomplish. Experience had taught me not to rule anything out. The artificial Sovereign spread its arms, and every fracture above the district widened at once. Pressure descended before sound could follow, crashing through the defensive lines hard enough that Hunters staggered and several Velmorans dropped involuntarily onto one knee. The old command network beneath Saitama awakened in sequence.

Invisible authority traveled through channels built long before most of the humans standing here had awakened, and even Vael stiffened when the foreign order reached something his body remembered more deeply than conscious thought. Seris tightened her grip on her weapon, while several younger Velmorans gritted their teeth as their knees touched the broken road. The Vessel's voice did not travel through the air. It entered through bone, mana, blood, and memory. SUBMIT.

My knees understood what the command wanted and ignored it. Ria did not move at all. Her expression became very still, and the darkness around her feet spread slowly across the fractured asphalt while nearby Velmoran sigils began glowing in response to something they had not felt in years. Then she stepped forward.

"No," Ria said. One quiet word was enough. Crimson-black mana erupted beneath her feet and plunged through every surviving Velmoran conduit under the district. The road cracked around her boots as genuine sovereign authority collided with the artificial command trying to overwrite it, and the pressure crushing the battlefield broke apart so violently that several Hunters stumbled when the weight vanished. Velmoran soldiers straightened in disbelief.

Human barriers that had been seconds from failure stabilized again, while Guild technicians stared at suddenly normal readings with expressions suggesting they had abandoned any hope of understanding the day. Vael slowly raised his head. Seris looked toward Ria, bruised and exhausted from the previous fighting, and the smallest smile appeared across her face. Ria lifted her chin toward the creature pretending to rule above us.

"You carry fragments of my authority because desperate men forced them into you," she said, her voice calm despite the darkness shaking the street around her.

"Do not mistake possession for inheritance." I extended Arcane Awareness into the shattered command sequence and immediately understood why the entire system felt wrong. The structure was offensive. Not morally. Architecturally. Dungeon-core logic had been forced through demonic command channels, which were tied to abyssal reservoirs, old military conduits, residual sovereign mana, and pieces of dead Velmoran resonance.

Spatial anchors corrected instability in one layer by forcing power through another, and whenever that layer failed, something else had simply been attached to it. It worked. That did not mean it was good.

"Terrible structure," I muttered. Ria glanced toward me.

"Ren."

"I'm fixing it."

"You said that about the kitchen cabinet."

"The cabinet remained functional."

"The door fell off."

"Eventually." Ria's eyes narrowed, but the false Sovereign interrupted before she could continue the argument. Its head turned toward us. I reached into the remains of the command with Mana Rewrite, separated the stolen sovereign component from the Dungeon framework carrying it, and watched the entire sequence unravel. The oppressive residue vanished from the shelter sector before the Vessel could rebuild it. Then the false king moved. Ria and I moved with it. There was no countdown and no discussion between us.

We had spent enough time fighting each other, living together, raising three children, and surviving increasingly unreasonable emergencies that either of us could usually predict what the other intended before it happened. Apparently marriage was useful combat training. Ria disappeared inside a burst of darkness at the exact moment Warp opened around both of us.

Space folded, distance became optional, and we crossed nearly two hundred meters before the artificial Sovereign's first physical attack reached the ground. Its right arm swept horizontally, releasing a violet-black blade wide enough to carve through several buildings before continuing directly toward the evacuation zone. I raised my left hand.

"Spatial Lock." The attack stopped. Not slowed. Stopped. The enormous blade remained suspended above the avenue, violet energy trembling inside frozen space while pieces of concrete, glass, and black crystal hung motionless around it. Ria did not wait for instructions. Darkness gathered beneath her boots as she jumped onto the frozen attack and sprinted along its surface, using the Vessel's own technique as a bridge toward the rotating rings surrounding its body.

Three crystal spears formed around her before she reached halfway. I twisted my wrist, bending the space around her path. The first spear passed behind Ria's shoulder, the second vanished beneath her feet, and the third entered a spatial fold before reappearing several dozen meters away, where it destroyed the corner of a rooftop that I sincerely hoped had already been evacuated.

Ria reached the outer sovereign ring and twisted in midair, darkness condensing around one hand before she drove it directly into the rotating structure.

"Black Dominion." The explosion swallowed the Sovereign's left side. Black crystal tore away beneath the impact, and the outer ring cracked from edge to center while violet fragments scattered across the sky like pieces of a broken moon. The false king recoiled deeper into its own fracture, while Ria began falling through the debris. I released Spatial Lock. The enormous blade resumed moving. Then I changed its destination.

Spatial Interference caught the attack and bent it upward until the Sovereign's own technique struck across its shoulder. The resulting explosion shook the skyline and drove the artificial king farther backward while Ria descended toward the avenue. I adjusted her fall just enough to keep her from landing on her face. She still landed hard, one hand against the road while silver hair spilled around her features.

Dust rolled away from her boots as she looked toward the damaged Sovereign, then slowly turned toward me.

"That attack was mine," Ria said.

"You abandoned it."

"I was standing on it."

"That does not establish ownership." Ria rose to her feet with increasing disbelief.

"We will revisit your understanding of property rights after this."

"That sounds threatening."

"It is." The artificial Sovereign screamed through the network, and the sound made every surviving fracture tremble. Ria and I looked upward together. Thousands of black crystal projectiles had formed across the sky. The formation stretched far beyond our position, covering the Guild lines, the Velmoran formations, and the shelter district. Simply dodging would turn everyone behind us into targets instead. I could have destroyed them. That would have been unnecessarily messy. Instead, I reached beneath their shape.

Elements were tools. Mana was the source.

"Mana Rewrite." The first layer of black crystal became water. The transformation spread through the storm in widening waves. Thousands of lethal shards softened, collapsed, and dissolved until millions of droplets hung suspended above Saitama, catching the violet light from the fractures. Ria understood before I finished. Cold sovereign mana expanded beside me. The water froze. For one strange moment, the sky glittered. Ria looked upward, and a dangerous smile appeared across her face.

"Better." I reversed gravity. The storm returned to its owner. Every frozen fragment accelerated upward at once. The Sovereign rotated its rings and formed layered barriers as the reflected attack hammered into black crystal. Ice shattered across its body, filling the air with silver dust and violet sparks until the artificial king disappeared inside its own barrage. Ria vanished with it. I felt where she went through the movement of her mana and did not need to watch.

She emerged beneath the Sovereign's guard, silver hair trailing behind her as one hand pressed directly against the damaged section of its chest.

"Black Star." Darkness compressed into a point. For one heartbeat, the center of the false king became darker than everything surrounding it. Then the armor collapsed inward. A crater opened through the Vessel's chest, and one of the sovereign rings flickered hard enough to expose the structure underneath. The core shifted immediately, moving deeper through the artificial body before the damaged armor started rebuilding. Brief. Enough.

"Left," I called. Ria attacked right. The Vessel reacted exactly as she expected. Three rings rotated toward her, forming overlapping barriers between Ria and the damaged chest, while the opposite side of the network opened to maintain balance. Warp carried me there. Arcane Chains were already forming around my left arm when I appeared beside the exposed ring. Seven pale lengths wrapped around its circumference and tightened until the structure groaned beneath the pressure. The false king turned toward me.

Too late.

"Mana Crush." The ring shattered. A violent reaction traveled through every connected channel beneath the district, and somewhere across Saitama one of the seven anchors went dark. Aaron's voice erupted through the Guild communication network almost immediately.

"Anchor Seven disconnected! Every sector confirm whether that was one of ours!" he shouted, his words nearly drowned beneath overlapping reports from field teams trying to determine what had just happened. Hasegawa answered first.

"Tokyo team didn't touch it." Matsuda confirmed the same from his sector. Kurose sounded almost resigned when he asked, "Arclight?" Aaron released a long breath through the channel.

"Yes. Keep everyone away from the central engagement and focus on the secondary breaches." The remaining rings accelerated. The destroyed one began rebuilding. I felt energy moving through the network almost immediately. The Vessel was not repairing damage from stored power; it was redistributing energy from surviving anchors, treating every connected structure as part of the same body. Ria landed beside me and followed my gaze.

"It is regenerating," she said.

"Yes."

"Can you stop it?"

"Yes." Ria waited. I continued examining the shifting matrix. She continued waiting with increasing irritation until I eventually sighed.

"Annoyingly." Ria's crimson eyes narrowed.

"That is not an explanation."

"It is currently the one I have." The Vessel moved before she could complain further. This time, it ignored us. Its remaining rings aligned toward the shelter. The change was subtle enough that most people on the battlefield probably never noticed. Ria noticed instantly. Every trace of irritation disappeared from her face. Our daughters were behind that line. Violet-black energy gathered between the Sovereign's hands until the surrounding air distorted beneath the pressure, and then the false king fired.

Ria stepped forward. Darkness unfolded around her body and expanded across the district in the shape of an enormous curved wall.

"Sovereign Guard." The beam struck. Sound disappeared. The road beneath Ria's boots collapsed several centimeters under the impact. Cracks raced outward while her silver hair whipped violently around her face, and the dark barrier bowed beneath enough force to erase half the shelter if it failed. Ria held. Blood appeared at the corner of her mouth. Something inside me became very quiet. Not like earlier. Earlier, I had stopped caring what broke. That had been stupid. The girls had explained this clearly.

Repeatedly. This time, I kept thinking. Distance. Angle. Mana density. Structural weakness. The exact amount of force required. I raised my right hand, and pain tore from my fingertips into my shoulder as the damaged pathways protested. The channels I had forced open earlier were already beginning to fail again, but enough remained for one precise manipulation. No excess. No collateral.

"Spatial Interference." The beam bent. I did not block it. I changed where it was going. Violet-black energy curved around Ria's barrier and climbed upward through an impossible angle before returning toward the Sovereign. The artificial king barely raised one arm before its own attack struck across its chest. The explosion turned the entire district violet. Ria's barrier vanished. Her knees buckled. Warp opened before she reached the ground, and I caught her around the waist as the remaining force rolled over us.

Ria blinked once, clearly disoriented, then looked down at the arm holding her before noticing the blood running beneath my nose.

"Put me down," Ria said.

"You're bleeding."

"So are you."

"That's different." Ria stared at me.

"How?" I considered the question.

"It's mine." Her expression flattened.

"That somehow made the answer worse." The Sovereign began rebuilding. Ria pushed against my shoulder until I released her, then wiped the blood from her mouth with the back of one hand. She straightened while darkness settled around her again, although I could feel the strain running through the portion of her core currently exposed.

"You are insufferable," Ria muttered.

"You married me." She froze. Only slightly. Then Ria looked away too quickly. Interesting. Not important right now. Probably. Below us, the rest of the battlefield had transformed into a different war. Secondary constructs poured through the surviving fractures, trying to reach the anchors while the Sovereign focused its attention on us. Some resembled armored beasts, others malformed soldiers, while several appeared to have been assembled from whatever pieces happened to be available.

Ruruka intercepted the eastern wave before they crossed half the distance. Gale Acceleration wrapped around her body as she passed through the first construct in a blur of wind and lightning. Her sword cut through the creature's throat, redirected into the shoulder of the second, then released an electrical arc that shattered the third before its core could stabilize. She landed beside Kurose's formation with wind still spiraling around her boots.

"Keep everything away from Nii-sama and Ria!" Ruruka shouted while pointing toward the next group.

"Don't chase anything retreating toward the fractures. They only need room!" Kurose expanded a Barrier Field across the eastern approach, and Matsuda reinforced the broken street beneath it before the next wave arrived. Velmoran soldiers moved into the gaps beside human Hunters without anyone pausing to discuss whether cooperating was politically appropriate. Three years ago, most of those people would have tried killing one another.

Now a Hunter shouted that the left flank needed additional coverage, and a Velmoran soldier shouted back that his group already had it. Progress. Vael and Seris held the western approach. Vael fought with the economy of someone who had spent most of his life surviving battles where wasted movement became a funeral. Seris remained beside him with smaller, sharper attacks, targeting exposed conduits and joints rather than wasting strength against armored sections. One construct slipped behind Vael.

Seris removed its leg before it could attack. Vael turned and finished the creature with one thrust before immediately catching another strike.

"You could have warned me," Vael said. Seris smiled despite the blood running down one side of her face.

"You appeared occupied."

"I was occupied."

"Then my judgment was correct." Vael sighed. They were probably fine. Farther down the western line, another familiar mana signature finally moved. Draeven had left Morcant's body. He looked worse than he had during their duel. Blood had dried across the front of his armor and both hands, while the artificial crystal fused around his left arm had fractured badly enough that pieces fell whenever he moved. Draeven did not approach Ria or look toward the throne road. He went toward his people.

Several Velmoran civilians were being evacuated through a damaged passage when three Sovereign constructs broke through the defensive line. One soldier went down immediately, and the second creature raised its weapon toward the civilians before anyone nearby could intercept it. Draeven reached them first. His sword caught the strike. Artificial sovereign energy exploded around him, driving his boots several centimeters into the road. A young Velmoran soldier behind him shouted, "Commander!" Draeven did not turn.

"Move the civilians." The soldier hesitated when another strike crashed against Draeven's blade.

"Commander, your arm—""Move them!" The old authority in Draeven's voice returned. The soldier obeyed. Draeven remained between the civilians and the constructs, the crystal around his arm cracking farther while blood flowed through the fractures. He looked close to collapsing, but he held the passage anyway. For one moment, Morcant's final words returned to me. You saved them once. Do it again. Vael saw the same thing. Not the words. What they meant.

The intelligence commander looked toward Draeven, and something inside his expression changed. There was no forgiveness there, but recognition did not require forgiveness. Draeven killed the first construct. The second attacked from his blind side. Vael appeared there. Their swords crossed through the creature from opposite directions, and the construct collapsed between them in a shower of black fragments. Draeven turned toward Vael. Vael met his eyes. Neither man spoke.

They turned toward the third construct together. That was enough. Morcant would probably have approved. The false Sovereign above us began changing. Its damaged torso split along the crater Ria had created, and black crystal unfolded from inside the body until six arms surrounded the central structure. Each one carried a different system forced into the Vessel. Fire burned around the first. Gravity distorted beneath the second.

Abyssal energy consumed the third, spatial pressure twisted around the fourth, dark mana covered the fifth, and raw Dungeon energy gathered around the sixth. Ria stared upward.

"That is excessive."

"Compensating," I replied. Ria glanced toward me.

"For what?"

"Poor construction." Her face suggested she had several responses prepared. The six-armed Sovereign descended before she could use any of them. Its first fist struck with enough force that the road began collapsing before the hand reached us. I caught Ria's wrist. Warp opened. We vanished together. The fist destroyed the intersection. We emerged behind the Sovereign's shoulder, and I released Ria as soon as space stabilized. She had already formed a weapon.

A long blade of condensed darkness extended between both hands, elegant despite carrying enough sovereign pressure to make the surrounding crystal vibrate. Ria swung. One arm separated at the shoulder. I drove Arcane Blast into the joint beneath the second. The limb exploded outward. The Vessel twisted immediately, two remaining hands converging toward us from opposite directions. I altered gravity. Ria fell upward. Both attacks missed.

She adapted before the field completely stabilized, running along the underside of one enormous arm as though gravity had always been optional. I released the spell. Ria dropped exactly where she wanted. Her sovereign blade struck between the Vessel's horns. This narrative has been purloined without the author's approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.

"Black Star." The explosion erased half its head. I landed on the opposite shoulder and pushed Arcane Awareness into the exposed regeneration matrix while the artificial king rebuilt itself beneath us. There. I finally saw enough. The structure was ugly, functional, and desperate. Very Draeven. He had not constructed the Vessel elegantly. He had constructed it by refusing to allow anything to fail. Whenever one system destabilized, he connected another; whenever one reservoir weakened, another source was attached.

The result was not a sovereign. It was a machine terrified of dying.

"Ria," I called. She landed beside me, boots scraping across black crystal.

"The core changes position whenever the body regenerates," I explained.

"The anchors are acting like redundant organs. Destroy one, and another takes over its function." Ria looked toward the remaining rings.

"Then we destroy every ring."

"Five." She turned toward me. I pointed behind her. One of the rings cracked. A moment later, it shattered. Violet fragments rained toward the city. Ria stared at them before slowly returning her eyes to me.

"When did you do that?"

"While you were attacking the head."

"You stole another ring."

"I contributed."

"You waited until I was distracted."

"That sounds like teamwork." Ria looked deeply offended. The Sovereign compressed beneath us. Its entire body folded inward around the remaining rings, and the sudden mana spike erased every trace of humor from both of us. I caught Ria's arm.

"Down!" We dropped. The explosion swallowed the sky. Ria formed Sovereign Guard while I layered Arcane Construct over it from behind. The shockwave hit hard enough to erase rooftops, throw abandoned vehicles across intersections, and bend defensive formations several blocks away. Our barrier screamed beneath the pressure. Concrete fractured beneath our boots. My right arm stopped responding. Completely. Wonderful. The Arcane layer weakened immediately. Ria felt it and glanced over her shoulder.

"Ren, your arm stopped moving."

"Later."

"It stopped moving."

"It's still attached." Ria's expression became murderous.

"That was never the standard!" Another impact struck, and a crack appeared across her barrier. I placed my left hand over hers.

"Ria. Focus." Her jaw tightened. She turned forward again. Together, we held until the blast weakened and the final wave of pressure rolled harmlessly away from the shelter. Smoke swallowed the district. For several seconds, neither of us could see the false Sovereign. Then footsteps approached through the haze. Slow. Heavy. Deliberate. The Vessel emerged smaller than before. That was worse. Its enormous outer armor had disappeared, leaving behind a humanoid body only slightly taller than Draeven.

Six black horns curved from its head, while four sovereign rings rotated tightly behind its back. The energy inside it had not diminished. It had compressed. Its face had changed too. It possessed eyes now. Violet. Empty. The Vessel looked first toward Ria.

"ORIGINAL AUTHORITY." Ria raised her dark blade. Then its gaze shifted toward me.

"EXTERNAL ANOMALY." I frowned. Ria noticed.

"What?"

"That's rude." She stared at me.

"You object to that?"

"It lacks nuance."

"You have spent months complaining that every Guild scanner calls you unknown."

"Yes."

"And external anomaly is where you draw the line?"

"It sounds hostile." Ria opened her mouth. The Vessel disappeared. I barely saw it move. Ria shoved me sideways, and a black blade passed through the space where my neck had been. She caught the next strike on her sovereign weapon, but the impact drove her backward hard enough to tear a trench through the road. I Warp-stepped behind the false king and drove my left palm against its spine.

"Arcane Blast." The explosion tore a hole through its back. The Vessel spun faster than expected. Its elbow caught my ribs. Something cracked. Possibly several things. The world changed direction. Then a building stopped me. Concrete collapsed around my body, and for several seconds I remained inside what used to be an office wall while reconsidering whether ribs were strictly necessary. Apparently they were. Unfortunately. I pushed myself through the rubble. Across the avenue, Ria stood facing the Sovereign.

Her silver hair had lifted completely around her, crimson eyes burning through the smoke while darkness gathered behind her in a shape that no longer resembled a royal mantle. It resembled weather. Vael noticed from the western defense. He glanced toward Ria while cutting through another construct, then looked toward the building I had entered involuntarily.

"Ah," Vael muttered. Seris blocked an attack beside him and looked over.

"What?" Vael returned his attention to Ria.

"Her Majesty is angry." Seris followed his gaze just as Ria attacked. Her eyebrows rose.

"Oh." The next thirty seconds were educational. The Sovereign attempted to form a barrier, and Ria broke through it before the surface finished solidifying. It raised one arm to counter, but she severed the limb at the elbow, followed the artificial king into the debris, and removed the regenerated arm before the fingers finished appearing. Black Dominion swallowed the center of the avenue. The false king flew through two crystal structures.

Ria followed it with enough murderous intent that I briefly wondered whether intervention would be necessary for the Vessel's safety. Probably not. I climbed out of the building instead. Ruruka appeared beside me inside a burst of wind and looked toward my ribs, then toward the hole behind me.

"Nii-sama, are you okay?" Ruruka asked.

"Probably."

"You're leaning."

"The road is uneven." Ruruka looked down. The road was flat. She slowly looked back at me.

"That excuse was terrible."

"I've had a difficult day." Ruruka caught my left arm before I could prove her point by falling over. Her gaze moved toward my right side, and the irritation disappeared immediately.

"Your arm?"

"Temporarily unavailable."

"Nii-sama."

"I can still cast."

"That was not my question."

"It was the useful answer." Ruruka stared at me for another second, her expression tightening in the way it always did whenever she wanted to argue but knew somebody else currently required stabbing. Several constructs broke through the eastern line. Her attention snapped toward them. I pushed gently away from her support.

"Go. I'm fine enough." That worked better. Ruruka nodded once and disappeared inside Gale Acceleration. I returned my attention to Ria. The fight had changed. The Vessel had adapted. Its four remaining rings formed a rotating cage around her attacks, copying fragments of every sovereign technique she released and redirecting them through the network. Each time Ria struck, the false king learned a little more about the structure of her authority. Ria attacked high. The Vessel blocked. She changed direction.

It anticipated her. Then the artificial king caught her wrist and drove its free hand into her stomach. Ria folded around the impact. My mana went cold. The Sovereign threw her across the avenue. She struck the road hard enough to bounce before sliding toward an overturned transport vehicle. The false king advanced. I raised my left hand and forced myself to keep thinking. No rage. No loss of control. Just arithmetic. Distance. Angle. Timing. What needed to stop moving.

"Arcane Chains." Five chains erupted from the road. The Vessel cut four. The fifth wrapped around its ankle. Enough. I pulled sideways. Not physically. Spatially. The Vessel's leg moved three meters while the rest of its body remained where it had started, and its balance disappeared immediately. Ria recovered before it could correct itself. She rolled beneath the next strike, planted one hand against the road, and drove both feet into the false king's chest. Dark mana exploded from the impact.

The Vessel flew backward. I Warped beside her. Ria pushed herself upright with one hand against her stomach, blood darkening her lower lip as she looked toward me.

"You look terrible," I told her. Ria stared at the blood soaking through the side of my shirt.

"You are bleeding through your clothes." I looked down. She was correct.

"That seems inconvenient." Ria grabbed the front of my coat.

"If you collapse before we finish this, I will revive you specifically so I can kill you myself."

"That sounds medically complicated."

"Ren."

"Right." The false Sovereign rose again. Four rings continued rotating behind it. I watched the energy flow and noticed something had changed. Ria followed my gaze.

"I see it," she said. The regeneration was slowing. Two anchors had already failed completely, and every redistribution forced more strain through the structures that remained. The network could still sustain the Vessel, but only by pushing increasingly unstable amounts of power through fewer pathways. That meant we did not need to destroy everything. Just enough. The Vessel lunged. Ria and I separated. Its blade passed between us.

I Warped behind it while Ria attacked from the front, and neither of us bothered calling out the plan. She struck the right shoulder. I hit the left knee. The Sovereign turned toward me. Ria was already behind it. Black Dominion struck its spine. The false king retaliated with a spatial wave. I opened Warp beneath Ria without warning. She disappeared before the attack reached her. The Vessel turned, searching. Ria emerged above it. Her blade descended through another ring. The structure shattered.

The Sovereign staggered, and Ria landed on its shoulder while I altered gravity beneath both of them. The Vessel lost its footing. Ria did not. She ran vertically along its body while gravity pulled everything else sideways, then jumped from its chest before I returned the world to normal. The false king fell. Ria was already moving. I had Arcane Chains waiting where it landed. They wrapped around both arms. The Vessel tore one free. Ria drove her sword through the exposed elbow before the other could follow.

We still had not said anything. We did not need to. Ria forced the Sovereign toward the western side. I had already placed an Arcane Construct there. The false king struck the barrier. The construct did not stop it. It redirected it. Straight back toward Ria. Black Star met the Vessel's chest. The explosion opened the armor. I saw the core. Ria saw my expression. She changed direction immediately. The Vessel attempted to close its body, but Ria drove both hands into the damaged armor and pulled it apart.

Sovereign darkness spread along the edges while she fought the regeneration directly, her teeth clenched as the artificial structure tried to crush her fingers.

"Ren!" Ria shouted. I Warped. My left hand reached the core. The instant my fingers touched it, the entire artificial structure entered my awareness. Dungeon cores. Abyssal reservoirs. Residual Velmoran mana. Old military conduits. Fragments of Ria's sovereign authority. Spatial anchors. Every incompatible system had been forced together beneath one instruction. Protect Velmora. The machine had simply continued interpreting that command until everything capable of changing Velmora became a threat.

Humans, dissenting Velmorans, Draeven, Astrea herself—eventually, probably Velmora too. I began Mana Rewrite. The Vessel screamed. Its body closed around my arm. Ria drove her shoulder against the armor and forced it apart before the structure could crush me.

"Can you break it?" Ria shouted.

"Yes."

"How long?"

"Longer than I'd prefer."

"That is not useful!" The remaining rings accelerated. A command pulse spread toward the surviving anchors. I felt the network preparing one final synchronization. If it completed, every fracture would reopen at once. Aaron's voice erupted through the communication channel.

"Master! All remaining anchors are spiking simultaneously!" he shouted over warning alarms and distant orders.

"I know." Aaron made a noise that sounded medically concerning.

"I am becoming extremely tired of hearing that!"

"Busy." The false king swung toward me. Ria intercepted the strike. Her sovereign sword shattered. She stared at the broken weapon, then toward the Vessel with an expression that became deeply personal. Probably safer not to comment. The artificial king prepared another attack. A different sword caught it. Draeven. He appeared beside us with blood running down one side of his face. His blade met the Vessel's arm, and the collision immediately drove him onto one knee.

Vael reached him a heartbeat later and reinforced the block from the opposite side. Seris struck the exposed joint. Ruruka descended from above inside a burst of lightning and buried her sword through the opening they created. For the first time, the artificial king stopped advancing. Draeven's entire body trembled beneath the pressure, but he refused to release his weapon.

"Finish it," Draeven said through clenched teeth. Ria stared at him. Draeven looked toward her. The resentment from the throne chamber was gone. So was the certainty. Only exhaustion and grief remained.

"Morcant was right," Draeven said. Something changed in Ria's expression. The Vessel pushed harder. Draeven's knees sank deeper into the shattered road, but he held.

"I spent three years trying to save Velmora," Draeven continued.

"Somewhere along the way, I stopped asking whether Velmora wanted to be saved like this." Vael tightened his grip beside him while Seris drove another attack into the joint. Ruruka forced more lightning through her blade, preventing the artificial limb from regenerating properly. Draeven kept his eyes on Ria.

"Save them." Ria understood. He was not talking about the throne, the territory, the crown, or the name. He meant the people. She gave Draeven one small nod. It was not forgiveness. It was not absolution. It was recognition. That was enough. I pushed deeper into the core. The solution became obvious. Not easy. Obvious. The Vessel survived because every incompatible system inside it had been forced to behave as one organism. So I stopped trying to destroy the organism. I separated it. Origin Resonance moved.

The core trembled beneath my hand. Dungeon mana pulled away from abyssal energy, old Velmoran conduits detached from modern Dungeon frameworks, and residual demonic resonance began separating from the cores that had been consuming it. The Vessel screamed through every active channel. Ria looked toward my hand, and understanding reached her almost immediately.

"You aren't destroying it," she said.

"No."

"You're making it stop being one thing."

"Yes." Despite the blood on her face, the corner of Ria's mouth lifted.

"That is extremely you."

"Thank you."

"It was not praise."

"Still counts." The remaining rings flared. Ria's smile disappeared.

"It is trying to reclaim the command channels."

"Then don't let it." Her crimson eyes sharpened. Ria stepped beside me and placed one hand against the exposed core. Every old Velmoran channel answered. The reaction traveled across Saitama, through every surviving anchor and every Velmoran still connected to the network. The false Sovereign pushed back hard enough that Ria's knees bent, and blood reached her chin, but she did not remove her hand.

"I am Astrea von Velmora," Ria said, and her voice entered the same network the Vessel had used to command everyone earlier.

"You were built from pieces of my kingdom, fed with the remains of my people, and given authority taken from those who could no longer refuse." The artificial king convulsed. One remaining ring cracked. Ria leaned closer.

"You are not my successor." The second ring fractured.

"You are not my heir." Another command channel collapsed. Ria's fingers tightened against the core while sovereign darkness spread through every stolen sigil.

"And you are not their king." The old Velmoran network rejected the Vessel. Every conduit turned away. The false Sovereign screamed. I reached the center. Origin answered. The Vessel attempted one final time to force its systems back together, dragging Dungeon energy toward abyssal channels and sovereign authority toward the spatial framework holding everything together. Ria's hand moved over mine. Our mana touched. For one instant, I felt her completely. Not thoughts. Not memories. Certainty. Trust.

She knew exactly what I intended. I knew exactly what she would do. Ria pressed her authority downward. I separated the final bindings.

"Mana Rewrite." The core split. It did not explode. It separated. Dungeon energy flowed one direction while abyssal power peeled away in another. Residual Velmoran mana scattered into the air as harmless crimson light, and the spatial anchors detached one after another from the structure they had been sustaining. The false Sovereign staggered backward as the last bindings inside its core came apart.

Black crystal peeled from its body in sheets, each fragment losing the violet glow that had held it together before falling harmlessly toward the ruined avenue. One horn shattered, then another, while the remaining sovereign rings behind its back fractured into widening circles of light. The Vessel still tried to reach Ria. Its hand extended through the collapsing armor, fingers twitching as though the command buried inside it refused to understand that the body carrying it no longer existed.

I tightened the Arcane Chains around its wrist before the hand could touch her, and Ria watched the artificial limb strain against them with an expression that had lost almost all of its anger. There was pity there instead.

"You were born from fear," Ria said quietly, her crimson eyes fixed upon the failing Vessel.

"I understand that better than most. But fear does not give you the right to make everyone else afraid forever." The empty violet eyes flickered once. Then the core failed. Light erupted from the opening in its chest, not as a single violent explosion but as hundreds of systems finally separating from one another. Dungeon energy scattered upward in blue-white motes while abyssal power collapsed into dark wisps that dissolved before touching the street.

The residual Velmoran mana trapped inside the structure escaped in faint crimson sparks, and every spatial channel feeding the Vessel snapped loose in rapid succession. I caught Ria's hand the moment the collapsing core destabilized space around us.

"Warp," I said, folding the avenue before the shockwave could reach us. We disappeared together and reappeared several streets away just as the artificial Sovereign finally came apart behind us. The towering body collapsed inward, its black crystal shell disintegrating into harmless fragments while the remaining anchor signals vanished one after another from my awareness. Above Saitama, the fractures began closing. The first narrowed until violet light became a thin scar across the sky.

Another followed farther east, then a third above the shelter district, and soon the entire network was collapsing in sequence. The strange purple glow that had covered the city for hours faded slowly until ordinary blue returned between drifting columns of smoke. For a few seconds, nobody seemed to understand what had happened. Then the last fracture disappeared. The silence that followed felt larger than the battle. Ria and I landed badly enough that calling it a landing was generous.

My feet touched the pavement first, my balance immediately disagreed with the decision, and Ria collided with my shoulder before both of us rolled through dust and stopped against the remains of a concrete barricade. Pain arrived everywhere at once. My ribs had several complaints. My head had others. My right arm, which had spent the previous half hour alternating between agony and uselessness, had apparently decided that the simplest solution was to stop reporting anything at all. I looked down at it. Nothing.

Probably concerning. Ria lay beside me with silver hair spread across the broken pavement and one hand resting over her stomach. The thirty-eight percent of her power that had filled the entire district minutes earlier had fallen almost completely silent, leaving only thin traces of dark mana around her body. Blood marked the corner of her mouth, and a small crack ran near the tip of one horn. She stared upward for several breaths before slowly turning her head toward me.

"Ren," Ria said, voice hoarse from exhaustion, "is it dead?"

"Yes." Her eyes narrowed. I knew that expression. Ria shifted onto one elbow despite the obvious pain.

"Are you certain?"

"Mostly." Her stare became considerably less friendly. I reconsidered my answer while I still had the opportunity.

"Yes. Completely. Very dead."

"That was not reassuring."

"It was technically more reassuring than the first answer." Ria stared at me for another second before the tension finally left her shoulders. A breath escaped her, followed by a small laugh that sounded nothing like the voice of the Demon Queen who had just challenged an artificial sovereign for control of a kingdom. It was tired. Relieved. Human, somehow. I laughed too. My ribs immediately punished the decision, and the sound turned into a painful cough. Ria's exhausted smile widened.

"That is what you get."

"Cruel."

"You nearly destroyed several city blocks before we even fought the actual enemy," Ria reminded me, pushing herself into a sitting position with visible effort.

"You are fortunate your daughters reached you before you decided Saitama no longer required architecture."

"One or two streets." Ria looked toward the destroyed skyline behind us. I followed her gaze. Several buildings had technically stopped being buildings.

"Maybe more than two."

"Better," Ria said. The battlefield slowly remembered how to make noise. Hunters began calling for missing teammates through the smoke, healers shouted instructions while running between the wounded, and somewhere behind the ruined barricades someone started laughing so hard that it turned into crying halfway through. Velmoran fighters lowered their weapons one by one, several staring toward the clear sky as though they had forgotten what it looked like without fractures hanging above them.

Others looked toward Ria. Some bowed instinctively. Others simply watched. Ria noticed them, and something complicated crossed her expression before she looked away. Ruruka reached us first. Gale Acceleration still flickered around her boots when she came running through the debris, sword abandoned somewhere behind her while both hands remained free for more important things. Her eyes moved over Ria quickly before settling on my right arm.

"Nii-sama, move your fingers." I looked at my hand. Nothing happened.

"Apparently they're taking a break." Ruruka did not appreciate the answer.

"Move them."

"I just tried." Her expression tightened, and she crouched beside me before carefully touching my wrist. The concern in her face deepened when she felt the damage running through the pathways beneath the skin.

"You really cannot feel it?"

"Not much."

"Nii-sama."

"Fine. Nothing." Ruruka closed her eyes for approximately two seconds, probably imagining violence. Ria pushed herself upright beside us and wiped the blood from her mouth.

"He also has damaged ribs, overstrained pathways, mana exhaustion, and whatever stupidity causes him to answer medical questions like that." I looked toward her.

"That last one may be congenital." Ruruka stared at both of us. Then she smacked me on the top of the head. Before Ria could react, Ruruka leaned over and hit her too. Ria's crimson eyes widened.

"Excuse me?"

"That was for making me watch the two of you nearly die repeatedly," Ruruka said, folding her arms after administering justice.

"Neither of you gets to complain." I looked toward Ria. Ria looked toward me. For once, we reached the same conclusion immediately. Neither of us complained. Vael and Seris approached a short while later, moving considerably more slowly than Ruruka had. Vael's armor had been cut open across one shoulder, while Seris had lost her original weapon somewhere during the final engagement and now carried a short Velmoran blade that clearly belonged to someone else.

Seris stopped when she saw us sitting beside the barricade. Her gaze moved over Ria, then me, then Ruruka standing over both of us like an irritated nurse.

"I assume congratulations are premature," Seris said.

"Very," Ruruka replied. Vael's mouth moved faintly, but whatever response he intended disappeared when his attention shifted farther down the avenue. Draeven had not followed them. He remained beside Morcant. The ruined city moved around him while he knelt exactly where he had been before the final charge.

Emergency teams passed nearby, surviving Velmorans gathered in scattered groups, and Guild personnel began establishing safe routes through the rubble, yet Draeven remained motionless with one hand wrapped around Morcant's wrist. Ria saw him at almost the same moment Vael did. The exhaustion in her face changed. She planted one hand against the barricade and pushed herself upright. Her knees wavered once, but she steadied herself before Ruruka could stop her. I attempted to stand as well.

Ruruka caught my left arm before gravity could provide an opinion.

"Nii-sama, if you fall, I am leaving you there."

"You wouldn't."

"I'm considering it." Ria glanced back at us.

"She should." Betrayal everywhere. With Ruruka supporting my left side and Ria walking slightly ahead, we crossed the ruined avenue toward Draeven. Vael and Seris followed in silence, and the noise of the battlefield seemed to fade as we reached the place where Morcant had fallen. He looked strangely peaceful. The violence around him had ended, leaving only dried blood across his armor and the sword lying near his hand.

Draeven sat beside him with his shoulders bent forward, his damaged crystal arm hanging uselessly at his side while his other hand still held Morcant's wrist. He heard us approaching. He did not look up.

"The sky is clear," Draeven said after a long silence. Ria stopped several steps away. Her crimson eyes lifted briefly toward the ordinary blue above us before returning to him.

"Yes," she answered. Draeven's gaze remained on Morcant.

"He would have complained that it took us this long." The sound Seris made began as a laugh. It broke halfway through. She covered her mouth, but that did nothing to stop the tears that had already started falling. Vael lowered his head beside her, his grip tightening around his sword while his face struggled to remain composed. Ria slowly knelt opposite Draeven. For several moments, she simply looked at Morcant. Then she reached forward. Her fingers brushed carefully across his face before closing his eyes.

Draeven watched the motion without speaking.

"What happens now?" he eventually asked. Ria looked toward him. Draeven finally raised his head, and there was almost nothing left of the commander who had stood beside the throne. No challenge remained in his eyes, no anger sharp enough to hold him upright, and none of the desperate certainty that had allowed him to build the Sovereign. Only exhaustion.

"What happens to me?" Draeven asked. Ria remained quiet long enough that I could hear emergency crews working several streets away.

"The wounded are treated first," she said at last.

"After that, the dead are honored. The civilians will be given somewhere safe to stay, and the Guild's shelter terms remain exactly what they were before this battle." Draeven listened with his head lowered. Ria continued, her tone calm but firm.

"Those who want to remain together will be allowed to remain together. Those who want to leave will not be treated as traitors. Those who want nothing to do with Velmora anymore will be allowed to choose that too." Draeven's eyes closed briefly.

"And me?" Ria's expression hardened, but there was no cruelty in it.

"After the wounded are safe and Morcant is buried, you will answer for what you did." Draeven nodded once.

"I expected that."

"You are not absolved because you helped us in the final minutes," Ria told him.

"People died because of your decisions, and fear does not erase responsibility."

"I know." Ria studied him before continuing.

"But I will not decide your fate today simply because I am angry enough to want an easy answer. I have had enough rulers deciding what everyone else deserves without asking them." Something moved across Draeven's face. Pain, perhaps. Or relief that hurt just as much. He looked down at Morcant again.

"He was right," Draeven whispered. Ria's gaze followed his.

"Yes."

"Velmora was never the throne." Ria looked beyond him toward the survivors gathering among Guild personnel. Humans and demons stood beneath the same emergency lights now, bloodied and suspicious and exhausted, but alive.

"No," Ria said.

"It was them." Vael stepped forward. He knelt beside Morcant and carefully lifted the sword lying near the dead commander's hand. The weapon had been damaged badly during the duel, its edge chipped in several places and its grip darkened with blood. Vael held it across both palms. For several breaths, he said nothing. Then his composure finally cracked.

"Idiot," Vael whispered. Seris lowered herself beside him, tears still running freely down her face.

"He would have been unbearable if he survived." Vael glanced toward her. Seris managed a trembling smile.

"He would have told everyone he personally defeated Draeven, saved the kingdom, saved Earth, and probably carried all of us home afterward." A weak breath escaped Vael that might have been a laugh.

"He would have added ten enemies every time he told it."

"Twenty."

"By next year, fifty." Seris wiped her cheek.

"And somehow he would still insist the story was accurate." Ria closed her eyes. Draeven lowered his head. Nobody spoke for a while after that. Morcant had spent his final moments making sure everyone else understood what Velmora needed. The least we could give him was silence. Eventually, the healers found us. This resulted in several arguments. Mostly with me. One particularly aggressive Guild medic informed me that being able to stand did not qualify as proof that my body was functional.

Ruruka immediately sided with him, Ria joined approximately five seconds later, and I discovered that democracy was a deeply flawed system. By the time Aaron reached the central avenue, someone had wrapped my ribs, immobilized my right arm, and threatened to sedate me if I attempted to use high-output magic again. Aaron stopped several meters away. He looked at me. Then at Ria. Then toward the remains of several buildings behind us. His shoulders visibly sank.

"Master."

"Aaron." The Guild Master rubbed both hands over his face.

"I genuinely do not know where to begin."

"Paperwork tomorrow?" Aaron slowly lowered his hands.

"No."

"Worth asking." Hasegawa, Matsuda, and Kurose arrived behind him while several regional commanders remained connected through damaged communication terminals. The three Guild Masters looked exhausted enough to stop pretending anything about the situation was normal. Kurose's attention settled on Ria. Her horns were still visible. So were her crimson eyes. The problem of keeping her historical identity quiet had officially ceased to exist. Kurose looked toward Aaron.

"You knew." Aaron sighed.

"Yes."

"For how long?"

"Long enough." Kurose looked back toward Ria, then toward me.

"The Demon King has been living with Arclight." I raised my left hand slightly.

"Queen." Aaron closed his eyes. Kurose stared at me.

"What?"

"Demon Queen," I corrected.

"Historically accurate."

"Master," Aaron said through clenched teeth.

"He was wrong."

"This is not the time to defend your wife's title!" Ria slowly turned toward me.

"You are correcting my title during a national emergency?"

"The emergency is mostly over."

"That does not improve your decision." Kurose looked between the two of us, then toward the ruined skyline. His face became increasingly concerned.

"How dangerous is your household?" I considered the question. Aaron immediately pointed at him.

"Do not ask that." Probably wise. Then three much smaller problems broke through the cluster of Guild personnel.

"PAPA!" Hikari reached me first. The healers had done nothing to prepare my ribs for her. She collided with my stomach at full speed, and whatever sound left my mouth caused Ria's head to snap toward me. Ruri arrived immediately behind her with panic across her face.

"Papa, did Hikari hurt you?"

"No." My ribs disagreed. I ignored them. Karin reached us next, saw the bandages across my torso, and went from relieved to furious in approximately half a second.

"You got hurt again!"

"Technically, I never stopped being hurt."

"That is worse!" Ruri carefully took my right hand between both of hers. She waited for my fingers to move, and when nothing happened, her expression became frighteningly similar to Ria's whenever I attempted to hide an injury.

"Papa cannot move his hand."

"Temporary." Ruri looked directly into my eyes. I had been judged. Karin crossed her arms.

"You said you were going to stop doing stupid things after we found you."

"I stopped destroying buildings." Karin immediately pointed toward the skyline.

"There are fewer buildings!"

"Those were mostly the Sovereign."

"Mostly?!" I decided not to continue that line of argument. Hikari raised both arms toward me.

"Hikari wants up." I looked at my ribs. Then at my immobilized right arm. Then toward Ria. She smiled. The woman had no mercy. I bent carefully and lifted Hikari with my left arm. She settled against my chest, tiny spoon still clutched in one hand, and studied my face with enough seriousness that I briefly wondered whether she was about to diagnose me herself.

"Papa hurts?"

"A little." Hikari frowned. Then she kissed my cheek.

"Hikari heals Papa." I looked toward Ruri.

"Medical opinion?" Ruri thought carefully before answering.

"Probably not." Hikari gasped as though betrayed. Karin started laughing. Ria covered her mouth, shoulders shaking. Even Aaron turned away. The world was probably going to survive. The evacuation finally began moving properly once the last unstable areas were sealed. The critically wounded went first, followed by civilians and the Velmoran survivors who had accepted temporary Guild protection.

Humans and demons passed through the same emergency corridors, still watching one another carefully, but nobody reached for a weapon simply because someone unfamiliar walked too close. Draeven remained with Morcant. Vael stayed beside him with the damaged sword. Seris refused to leave either of them alone. Ruruka eventually took the girls ahead after threatening me three separate times not to disappear.

Karin complained that she was hungry, Ruri attempted to keep everyone organized, and Hikari somehow retained possession of the spoon despite every object she had carried throughout the day being lost at least once. Ria and I followed more slowly. Neither of us had enough energy left to move quickly, and the medical staff had made it very clear that Warp was no longer considered an acceptable transportation option.

The noise of the battlefield gradually faded behind us as we entered a quieter stretch of damaged road. Smoke drifted between broken buildings, emergency lights flashed farther ahead, and the ordinary evening sky above the destruction felt almost absurd after everything that had happened beneath it. For the first time all day, nobody was trying to kill us. That felt suspicious. Ria walked several steps ahead before noticing I had slowed. She turned.

Her silver hair had fallen messily over one shoulder, her clothes were torn in several places, and dried blood remained along her jaw despite the healer who had attempted to clean it away. She looked exhausted. She also looked like home. That realization was significantly more frightening than the Sovereign.

"Ren?" Ria asked. I had stopped walking. Apparently she had noticed.

"Something wrong?"

"Yes." Ria immediately came back toward me, concern replacing exhaustion in her expression.

"What happened? Your ribs? Your arm?"

"No." Her concern became suspicion. That was normal. I glanced farther down the road. Ruruka walked with the girls near the next emergency checkpoint. Karin had acquired a broken stick and was apparently reenacting the battle, while Ruri repeatedly corrected the details. Hikari marched behind both of them with her spoon held over one shoulder like a sword. Then I looked back toward Ria.

"Our marriage," I said. Her expression changed.

"What about it?" I rubbed the back of my neck with my left hand. The right one remained trapped in the sling and completely useless, which was inconvenient because I suddenly needed several additional hands to make this conversation less uncomfortable.

"It started because of the girls," I said.

"You needed legal guardianship. School records, medical authority, emergency documents. Being married solved everything without us explaining why three children appeared in my apartment one morning." Ria watched me quietly. I looked down at the ring around my finger. It was scratched now. Probably from the fight.

"But somewhere along the way," I continued, "I stopped thinking of it as paperwork." Ria's crimson eyes widened slightly. This was considerably worse than fighting the Sovereign. At least the Sovereign had been predictable. Mostly.

"I know we are already married," I said. Ria raised one eyebrow.

"An excellent start to a proposal."

"I'm working on it."

"You fought an artificial king with more confidence."

"That required less emotional preparation." The corner of her mouth moved. Good. Maybe. I breathed out slowly and looked directly at her.

"I don't want us to stay married because the girls needed signatures." The faint amusement disappeared from Ria's face. I continued before cowardice became persuasive.

"I want you complaining about my laundry. I want you stealing the blanket and pretending you didn't. I want breakfast arguments, school pickups, Guild problems, Karin setting something on fire, Hikari asking questions nobody should ever ask, and Ruri worrying about everyone while pretending she isn't." Ria's eyes had become wet. That made this much harder. Still, I kept going.

"I want ordinary days with you. Annoying days. Boring days. Days where nothing tries to destroy the world and the biggest problem we have is deciding what to eat." Ria swallowed. I looked toward her and felt my remaining courage rapidly approaching zero.

"I want you there because you want to be there," I said.

"Not because we needed a legal solution." For several seconds, the only sound between us came from emergency vehicles farther down the avenue. Then I asked the question.

"Can we make it real?" Ria stared at me. Her eyes widened. Then narrowed. Then became suspicious again. Apparently my proposal had several stages.

"Ren Arclight," she said slowly, "did you wait until both of us were covered in blood to ask me this?"

"When you phrase it that way, it sounds poorly planned."

"It was poorly planned."

"Probably." Ria started walking toward me. I briefly wondered whether the proposal had failed badly enough that she intended violence. Then she stopped directly in front of me and raised both hands. Her palms settled against my face. I froze. Ria's thumbs rested carefully beneath my eyes, avoiding the bruises and dried blood. The anger had disappeared completely from her expression, leaving something far more dangerous behind. Affection.

"You truly are an unbelievable fool," Ria whispered.

"That doesn't sound encouraging."

"Be quiet." Reasonable. Then Ria kissed me. Her lips met mine softly at first, almost cautiously, before her fingers tightened gently against my face. The entire ruined city seemed to disappear for several seconds, along with the pain in my ribs, the useless arm hanging against my chest, and every intelligent thought I had ever possessed. Apparently kissing was significantly more effective than healing magic. Potentially worth researching.

When Ria finally pulled away, she stayed close enough that our foreheads almost touched. Color had reached her cheeks and the tips of her ears, while tears remained bright enough in her crimson eyes that pretending they were not there would have been insulting.

"I already married you, dumbass," Ria said. I stared at her. There were probably several intelligent responses available. None arrived. Ria smiled faintly and brushed one thumb across my cheek.

"You gave me somewhere to return to when I thought I had lost everything. You gave me three daughters who decided I was their mother before I understood what being a mother meant. You gave me your name, your trust, your terrible habits, and enough paperwork to make me reconsider whether conquering countries was actually easier."

"The paperwork wasn't entirely my fault." Ria gently squeezed my face. I stopped talking.

"So if you are asking whether I want this marriage to become real," she continued, voice trembling despite the smile on her face, "you are several months too late." Something tightened painfully in my chest. Probably not the ribs this time. Ria looked directly into my eyes.

"You better make me happy for the rest of our lives." For once, there was nothing to hide behind. No sarcasm. No excuse. No magic.

"I will." Ria's smile softened.

"Good." We remained there for a few breaths, close enough that neither of us seemed interested in moving yet. Smoke drifted slowly through the avenue behind her, and the distant voices of our daughters carried from farther down the road. Objectively, this had been a terrible time to propose. I had one functional arm. Several questionable ribs. Ria had nearly exhausted the portion of her core I had released. The city was damaged. Morcant was dead. Draeven still had consequences waiting for him.

This was not remotely romantic. Which made the next question important. I leaned closer toward Ria's ear.

"Was proposing while on the brink of death cool?" She became completely motionless. Very slowly, Ria pulled back enough to look at me. Her expression moved through disbelief, irritation, affection, and what appeared to be a serious reconsideration of the marriage she had just accepted emotionally.

"Only you could think of that." I considered the answer carefully.

"So moderately cool?" Ria's eyes narrowed.

"Ren."

"Right." Karin's voice suddenly carried down the ruined avenue before Ria could decide whether to murder me.

"PAPA! MAMA! WHY ARE YOU TAKING SO LONG?!" We both turned. Farther ahead, Karin stood beside Ruruka with both hands cupped around her mouth. Ruri immediately grabbed one of her wrists and looked mortified.

"Karin, stop yelling!" Ruri scolded.

"They can hear you!"

"That makes it worse!" Karin shouted back.

"They can hear me and they're still standing there!" Hikari bounced beside them and waved the tiny spoon over her head.

"Mama! Papa! Hikari is waiting!" Ruruka looked toward us. Then her gaze dropped toward how close Ria and I were standing. Her expression changed. Slowly. Oh no. She smiled. I knew that smile. Ria noticed it too.

"We should leave immediately," she muttered.

"Agreed." Ruruka raised her voice from farther down the street.

"Nii-sama! Did Ria just kiss you?"

"No," I called back. Ria turned her head toward me. I reconsidered.

"Yes." Ruruka's laughter echoed across the ruined avenue. Ria covered her face with one hand, and I made the strategic decision not to mention that her ears had become bright red again. Eventually, she lowered her hand. Her eyes moved toward the girls. Ruri was attempting to convince Karin to stop shouting. Karin was not listening. Hikari continued waving the spoon while calling for us, and Ruruka looked far too pleased with the situation. Something gentle settled across Ria's face. She reached toward my left hand.

Her fingers slipped between mine and held on.

"Our daughters are waiting for us," Ria said. I looked toward them. Three years ago, I had retired because I believed I was finished saving things. I wanted a quiet apartment, enough money to avoid working too often, food, sleep, and enough free time to watch anime without civilization becoming my responsibility. Apparently, I had misunderstood retirement. Somewhere along the way, three dragon daughters had appeared on my doorstep. The Demon Queen I sealed had become my wife.

My younger sister had become an increasingly aggressive babysitter, Aaron had refused to stop calling me Master, and the remnants of a kingdom I once fought now knew where I lived. There was also a concerning amount of property damage. Objectively, my life had become much more complicated. Probably more expensive. I looked at Ria beside me, then toward Ruri trying to restrain Karin while Hikari bounced impatiently between them. For most of my life, power had been simple. Enough mana solved problems.

Enough control defeated spells. Enough strength stopped enemies. Home had never worked that way. There was no formula for becoming Papa. No spell for making someone choose to stay. No technique that could force three children to trust me, or make a former Demon Queen look at a ruined apartment and decide it belonged to her too. It happened quietly. Breakfast after breakfast. Argument after argument. Ordinary day after ordinary day.

Until somehow the place I had once considered nothing more than somewhere to sleep had become the one thing I would destroy kingdoms to protect. Ria squeezed my hand. I squeezed back. Karin shouted again from farther ahead, "PAPA!" Ruri groaned loudly enough for us to hear.

"Karin, please stop!" Hikari immediately joined her sister instead.

"Papa hurry! Hikari is hungry!" Ria laughed softly beside me. I sighed. Then we started walking toward them together, our hands still interlaced as the distance between us and our daughters slowly disappeared.

"Coming," I called.

End of Chapter 64 and Arc 1, A False King...

Arclight Parenting Status Parents: Ren Arclight — Retired Archmage / Dragon Dad / Proposed To His Existing Wife Ria Arclight — Former Demon Queen / Dragon Mom / Emotionally Married Several Months Ahead of Husband Current Family Objective: Survive the aftermath Return home together Begin the ordinary life they fought for Children Under Protection: Ruri — Ice / Emotional Anchor / Responsible Eldest Daughter Karin — Fire / Chaos / Future Property Damage Concern Hikari — Light / Reality Risk / Tiny Family Unification Device Today's Activities: Destroyed the Artificial Sovereign Prevented catastrophic dimensional collapse Restored Astrea's sovereign authority Reunited Velmoran survivors Turned an already legal marriage into an undeniably real one New Developments: False Sovereign eliminated Astrea von Velmora has publicly returned Velmora's surviving people finally have a future Ren and Ria openly chose their marriage and family Household Status: Alive Together Complete Still Chaotic Parents Stress Levels: Ren Physically Destroyed Emotionally Satisfied Retirement Still Questionable Ria Mana Exhausted Emotionally Exposed Married To An Idiot Parenting Skill Growth: Ren: 100% (Dragon Dad Fully Realized) Ria: 100% (Dragon Mom Fully Realized) Family Synergy: 100% (Arclight Family Complete) Current Parents Status: Ren Papa Husband Home Ria Mama Wife Home Immediate Priorities: Receive actual medical treatment Return to the girls Honor Morcant and rebuild what remains Enjoy one normal family day without an S-rank catastrophe Operational Assessment: Mission Type: Arc Finale + Family Completion Difficulty: World-Ending Crisis Followed By Emotional Honesty Emotional Status: Ren Exhausted — Certain — Happy Ria Relieved — Loved — Finally Home Future Outlook: Artificial Sovereign Defeated Velmoran Survivors Entering A New Era Guild Questions Absolutely Guaranteed Retirement Remains Theoretically Possible Three Daughters Waiting For Their Parents Arclight Family Progression Complete Parents Personal Statement: Ren:"Can we make it real?"

Ria:"You are several months too late, you unbelievable fool." Reality's Response:"The Archmage and Demon Queen had finally defeated the threat hanging over both their worlds. Unfortunately for Ren, defeating a false King was apparently easier than realizing he had already fallen in love with his wife."