Dragon Monarch System Chapter 1038:- The Goddess of War

"The Goddess of War is here!!!" As soon as these words echoed, everyone halted in shock, for the goddess of war was the ultimate unexpected visitor to appear and choose a side here.

‘Is she truly present?’ Duke Cassian wondered, his face etched with astonishment and disbelief. The funeral today had no intention of veering into such territory. Yet, he never anticipated others exploiting it as a stage for airing political stances, morphing it into a tense political assembly. Now, the situation teetered on the brink, where a clash could ignite at any instant. The powerhouses gathered possessed such might that any exchange of strikes would inflict the gravest damages on Duke Cassian.

That was exactly why he prevented any escalation. Duke Cassian stood alone in refusing to pick sides among those present. Up to this point, he had quietly observed everything.

He differed from Dukes still wavering on their allegiance or those choosing neutrality. His decision had been made well before the funeral commenced. Those nearest to him and his trusted allies were fully aware of it.

No connection linked the goddess of war to the fallen general. Her attendance held no personal tie. The only plausible cause for showing up was her entry into the Celestial Dragon Empire’s internal power struggles and the brewing civil war.

Upon learning of the Goddess of War’s arrival, the emperor’s faction burst into elation. Her deep ties to the Emperor bound their empires as steadfast allies.

Even following Emperor Ren’s rise to the throne, the two empires upheld their firm friendship. Her presence signaled her alignment with the emperor, poised to battle his opponents alongside them. Backed by the goddess of war herself, victory in the war appeared assured.

The Goddess of War uttered not a single word to anyone. She grasped a stunning white rose in her hand.

Her name was Freya Valerion.

Towering over the assembly at roughly 5 feet 10 inches (1.78 meters), her sheer aura imposed a heavy hush on nearly all, sufficient to quiet the most insolent nobles. Beyond her striking looks, her legendary feats evoked a mix of reverence and dread in onlookers.

As her title implied, the Goddess of War was the direst foe one could encounter in combat. A single one of her sufficed against a full army.

A dark cascade of long hair tumbled down her back like a flowing river. Partially secured at the crown by an ornate piece adorned with feathers and subtle golden accents, the remainder hung loose, draping softly over her shoulders and back while stirring faintly in the breeze. Several stray tresses outlined her features, lending an air of both authenticity and otherworldliness.

Sharp and lucid, her eyes gleamed with intense emerald green. They held no trace of gentleness or purity. Instead, a steady power dwelled within, suggesting she had endured endless wars and losses.

Her complexion gleamed smooth and pale, virtually pristine, untouched by dirt or the passage of years. An innate luminescence surrounded her, setting her apart even among hordes of formidable cultivators.

She donned an elegantly crafted attire that flattered her silhouette perfectly. Combining deep green, black, and red hues with intricate golden embroidery along the borders, the upper section hugged tightly, emphasizing her narrow waist and sculpted physique.

In contrast, the lower portion billowed loosely, its tiered layers swaying with elegant motion.

Shoulders and arms showed partial exposure, draped in sheer material and reinforced with arm guards. This fusion granted her an allure both graceful and battle-hardened. At her waist, dainty ornaments and belts accentuated without weighing down her presence.

Her jewelry remained minimal yet impactful. A understated necklace lay against her collarbone, paired with tiny earrings mirroring her eye color.

Merely beholding her caused many men’s hearts to falter.

Even those with spouses and kin struggled to tear their eyes away. Her mesmerizing appeal could hold gazes eternally.

Throughout the Main Continent, countless believed witnessing her smile once outvalued any treasure for certain souls.

Renji too sensed his pulse quicken slightly at her appearance. Her beauty was unparalleled. Sophia earned praise as a rival to the Seven Goddesses, yet beside a genuine Goddess, she seemed merely an extra in the scene.

Regardless of her stunning visage, none mustered the courage to draw near. She embodied the Goddess of War, a force of such immense power that no one on the Main Continent risked provoking her.

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The War Goddess was a woman of breathtaking beauty. Countless voices proclaimed her the most stunning among the seven Goddesses. Yet that rumor held firm ground—no smoke rises without some fire igniting it.

She glided past the gathered crowd and softly placed the white rose upon the fallen general’s chest.

She lingered before the dead general for five full seconds, then stepped back a few paces without once turning her head.

"He was a good man." Her words came while her eyes locked onto Nico William.

"He was a good brother. Today I’ve lost something money can’t replace." Cassian answered in a hushed, grief-stricken voice.

"I will kill whoever is responsible for this." The Duke struggled to suppress his surging killing intent.

"I hope both of you can find peace." The Goddess of War held firm to the view that death ended not just one life but ushered in another. One brother had departed forever, while the other now faced his life’s harshest ordeal. Peace awaited them both.

Having honored the dead general, she at last spun around to face the assembly.

"When my parents agreed to the engagement all those years ago, I decided right then that if anyone would become my husband, it would be him."

"Life as an exiled prince must have been brutally hard for him. But deep in my heart, I always believed he’d return one day."

"I’ve waited all these years because I believed with every fiber of my heart and soul that he would return to claim what’s rightfully his." She delivered these lines while glaring at the nobles backing the Emperor.

The Goddess of War’s declaration caught the emperor’s faction completely off balance.

Her astonishing and unbelievable words left every Duke in the emperor’s camp unable to stay composed or mask their shock.

'Didn’t she share a strong bond with His Majesty?'

'Why is she suggesting she’ll back the exiled crown prince?'

These questions swirled in the minds of many Dukes and Duchesses who thought she stood with them. Some had even begun secretly rejoicing the instant she arrived. Her presence signaled the Goddess of War wouldn’t stand idle but would plunge into the fray.

The Goddess of War had never abandoned a war. Undefeated on any battlefield, her reputation fueled their joy. That’s why celebrations had sparked, with some exchanging wide, blissful smiles.

But her concise words to the crowd abruptly halted their premature triumph. Rather than elation, crushing despair gripped some onlookers. How could they possibly defeat a battlefield immortal?

"I would have steered clear of this empire’s internal politics and looming civil war. Unlike certain folks forced to prove their loyalty to throne and empire through combat, I carry no such burden."

"But after uncovering the truth and seeing we fight for the identical cause and future, I realized I couldn’t remain on the sidelines." No one caught how Sophia panicked briefly at these words. In that instant, certainty hit her—the Goddess knew their secret.

She genuinely feared the Goddess would reveal everything before the entire crowd.

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