Dragon Monarch System Chapter 1041:- The Return of the True Heir

Ultimately, Harrington became the first to rein in his raging Aura. Nobody had anticipated he'd be the initial one to achieve that. Recognizing Duke Cassian as a close friend and comprehending his friend's dire circumstances, Malakor Harrington chose to retract his murderous intent that had been overwhelming everyone.

"We are not savages. But if this disappointment who thinks he is the Emperor keeps running his mouth, then I won’t hesitate to force human shit down that throat of his."

"Harrington!!!!" Ren's Aura erupted even more fiercely than earlier. Fury turned his eyes blood-red. He nearly lunged at Harrington single-handedly, but the four National Treasures, Sophia, and Renji restrained him.

"Your Highness, the Former Crown Prince is here." As soon as those words rang out, all eyes snapped toward the entrance.

By then, torrential rain was already cascading down.

A magnificent carriage forged from gold and mystic wood came to a halt at the entrance. It shimmered with exquisite decorations of diamonds and rare gems. Flanking both sides were striking red depictions of soaring dragons.

"I know this carriage." Harrington identified it first. Ages ago, he had known a particular individual who always arrived in this extraordinary carriage.

"He is here." The Goddess of War, Freya, strode toward the entrance.

She wasn't alone in that. Duke Ferdinand trailed her, with Duke Cassian following behind.

Harrington remained stationary. Their bond made movement unnecessary. Hearing Freya announce his arrival, he assumed it was Boris, since no presence could be detected within the carriage.

Boris's carriage possessed the power of flight. Claiming it as the finest in existence was no overstatement.

Duke Cassian produced a red umbrella and unfurled it before the carriage. The sight left everyone in shock and awe.

Though drenched by the downpour himself, the Duke held the umbrella for someone besides the Emperor. Not even for the Emperor would any Duke stoop to such an act. Yet Cassian performed it heedless of his status or dignity.

Emerging first from the carriage was an aged yet recognizable figure to all. It was the retired former Emperor, Boris.

As Boris descended from the carriage, Ren's complexion drained of color. He appeared as if witnessing his deceased father rising from the tomb.

He wasn't the only one reacting this way.

Nobles aligned with Emperor Ren suddenly grew spineless, their faces betraying utter cowardice.

Sweat beaded on Sophia's brow. While Harrington embodied madness, Boris represented an unstoppable cataclysm. Where one might flay skin and display it outdoors for days, the other wrought devastation so cataclysmic it reshaped the very landscape.

Renji, who had daringly sided with the Emperor, now deeply regretted his choice. It struck him as the dumbest decision of his life. Defeat in this conflict could obliterate his entire Sect in one night.

"Your Majesty!!" Cassian's hands trembled at the sight of Emperor Boris's aged visage. He couldn't recall how many centuries had passed since last beholding the old Emperor. Upon entrusting the realm to his son, the elder vanished from public view. Even Dukes found no chance to encounter him thereafter.

Rumors even swirled that old Emperor Boris had perished, explaining his absence.

Yet the old Emperor remained robust and vigorous. He hadn't changed a bit.

That gaze retained its former savage intensity.

Boris offered the Duke a smile and a headshake. "I am not the Emperor anymore. Also, the one for whom you should be holding the umbrella isn’t me." With that, he shifted aside. Standing next to Cassian, the rain curiously avoided his form, repelled gently as if by an unseen barrier shielding him from the deluge.

Once Boris stepped away, Cassian and his followers glimpsed the striking features of a young man seated within alongside three women.

"Welcome to Ashvale, Your Royal Highness." Keeping the umbrella raised high over Aditya, Cassian gave a slight bow to honor the deposed Crown Prince.

Cassian proffered his right hand for Aditya to grasp as support while disembarking the carriage.

The instant his hand emerged, it seemed the whole assembly caught its breath while time itself lagged.

As he alighted, Harrington sensed he'd lost the ability to inhale. His pulse had never thundered so wildly.

’That face....!!!’ Tremors seized his whole frame.

'That face bears such a close resemblance to my daughter's.' That was Harrington's impression at least.

Yet Boris believed Aditya had inherited features more akin to his own and his son's.

'No mistaking it!' Malakor Harrington didn't even notice himself striding toward Aditya.

'This is my grandson.'

After descending from the carriage, the first figure Aditya noticed was the elderly man positioned behind the Goddess of War. He recognized this man well, holding only cherished recollections of him.

No one pampered Aditya more than this individual.

At age 7, Aditya entered Harrington's bedroom. Mounted on the wall hung his greatsword, wielded since his teenage years. Harrington valued it so deeply that he forbade anyone from touching it, let alone borrowing it for combat or even friendly spars.

As Harrington slumbered alongside Aditya, the young boy quietly slipped from the bed and coated the entire greatsword with a splash of vibrant colors.

When Harrington's nephew Wahid pulled a similar stunt in his childhood, Harrington flew into a rage and administered light discipline. But for Aditya, no reprimand came whatsoever.

Rather, Malakor roared with laughter. He cherished the chaotic, foolish artwork smeared across his greatsword enough to leave it untouched. Years later, the colors had mostly faded, exposing the blade's original dark gray sheen. Even now, Harrington declines to restore it.

The sight of Harrington triggered a rush of joyful past memories in Aditya's mind.

Harrington nearly surged forward to embrace Aditya, only to be halted by sudden inner hesitations.

Yet in the following moments, those hesitations evaporated as Aditya dashed ahead and wrapped Harrington in a tight hug—one reminiscent of a child's embrace for revered elders.

"Grandpa!!!" Those words nearly brought tears to Harrington's eyes, the very call he'd yearned to hear from his grandchild's lips.

The pair shared a prolonged, deeply craved embrace. No words passed between them. In that instant, each perfectly perceived the other's heartfelt emotions.

Their hug persisted beyond ten seconds. When it ended, Aditya's gaze shifted to the Goddess of War, Freya.

They locked eyes and nodded simultaneously. They'd crossed paths on the very day Aditya reunited with his parents, holding an extensive, candid talk on every topic.

The primary cause for the Goddess of War's personal arrival was Aditya. He wasn't simply vital to her—he was her fiancé. That fact alone compelled her to enter this domain without a second thought. However, it wasn't her sole motivation. Both had wearied utterly of the Organisation's shadow. What began in secrecy had ballooned into an immense, unavoidable danger. No longer could a single faction or empire tackle it solo.

It now threatened everyone. For that reason, she realized neutrality was no longer viable.

Countless factors argued against her visit today: mounting political strife, precarious conditions, the hazard of declaring allegiance. Any of these sufficed to keep someone of her stature at bay. Yet ultimately, none swayed her.

She refused to conceal her allegiance. Not on this day. Not amid this assembly. Least of all when opposing a figure she'd despised since the start. Aditya's cousin had never earned her trust, not for a moment.

Something about him always rang false, clashing with his composed expression and courteous manner. Logic couldn't pinpoint it, but her instincts kept her eternally vigilant around him.

From the instant he claimed the throne as Emperor, his facade began crumbling. Gradually yet unmistakably, his authentic character unveiled itself to all. His rulings, his grip on authority, the events he permitted—all validated one truth. Her instincts had always been spot on.

"Finally, we get to meet each other." Aditya said with a smile.

"When you said you would come with a surprise that could change the tide of this civil war, I did not expect you to bring Grandpa Boris with you." With Boris allied to them, Aditya could secure far greater backing in the civil war.

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