My Celestial Ascension - Chapter 828: The Crisis Have Been Resolved

Chapter 828: The Crisis Have Been Resolved

In the grand hall of the Imperial Palace, a meeting was called, summoning all the leaders of the noble families of the Empire, along with the highest-ranking government officials.

The air inside the chamber was suffocating, thick with tension—like a dark cloud looming in the sky, ready to burst with thunder and rain.

Every noble present could feel the weight pressing down on their chest, making it hard to breathe, as though invisible hands were choking them. Yet, despite the oppressive atmosphere, they forced themselves to remain calm and composed before the Emperor and Empress.

“Everyone here must already know why I’ve summoned you on such short notice, am I correct?” Emperor Raghar’s cold voice echoed through the hall as his sharp gaze swept across the assembly, studying every face and every flicker of their eyes.

“We do, Your Highness…” the nobles muttered in unison, their voices subdued, each of them nodding solemnly with worry written across their expressions.

They had all witnessed—or at the very least heard of—the strange and terrifying phenomenon that had manifested in the skies above the Twin Mountains. And they all knew it was the reason behind the sudden, inexplicable destruction of the great dam.

Emperor Raghar’s expression darkened as he gave a slow nod, his eyes narrowing.

“I want your opinions. Tell me—what do you think about this event?” His voice carried weight, low and commanding, demanding answers.

“Forgive me, Your Highness, but we… we cannot explain it.” Duke Garrick stepped forward, bowing with a heavy sigh. His brows were furrowed, his voice laced with confusion. “It was as though nature itself had risen against us to destroy the dam.”

He paused briefly before continuing. “I dispatched a team of researchers to the Twin Mountains to investigate. Their efforts were… fruitless. They couldn’t determine the source of the phenomenon. But they did make one discovery…”

The Duke’s tone dropped as he delivered the unsettling news. “A massive lake has formed on the other side of the mountain. However, that land falls under the territory of the Elven Kingdom.”

Murmurs filled the hall, the nobles exchanging uneasy glances.

“What’s more troubling,” Garrick continued grimly, “is that this lake isn’t natural. It formed in a perfectly straight line—as if the earth itself had been cleaved apart by a colossal sword. The cut was so clean, so precise, that it has become a vast body of water.”

Gasps spread throughout the room, and even Emperor Raghar’s eyes widened slightly at the revelation. The weight of the words left everyone shaken.

“Your Majesty,” Baroness Lyra finally spoke, her voice calm yet piercing as her sharp gaze fixed on the Emperor. One brow arched as she asked, “Could it be… the Gods of the High Heavens? After all, only they could command such overwhelming power and bring about a phenomenon like this.”

“It is indeed plausible when you put it that way. Especially since no traces of magic were detected in the region.” Emperor Raghar nodded slowly, his eyes narrowing in thought.

“However,” he added after a pause, “there is also the possibility that the Gods were not involved at all. The evidence sways both ways, yet neither offers us anything concrete.”

“What do you mean by that, Your Highness? I don’t quite understand.” Count Varenius furrowed his brows, his tone filled with confusion, just like the others who couldn’t wrap their minds around the events at Blue Lake City.

“Your Majesty, are you suggesting that another nation could be behind this mysterious phenomenon? That’s absurd! No human could wield such overwhelming power!” Baroness Lyra interjected, her voice trembling slightly with disbelief.

Emperor Raghar’s lips curled into a grin as he looked straight at her. “You’re quite perceptive, Baroness Lyra. You caught on faster than the others.”

“You flatter me, Your Highness,” Baroness Lyra chuckled softly, lowering her head in acknowledgment. “It wasn’t difficult to guess. Your expression gave it away.”

She then turned her sharp eyes back to the assembly. “Considering the fact that only the dam was destroyed while the workers and citizens of Blue Lake City were unharmed, it is clear the target was deliberate.”

“And since the river’s flow directly benefits the Elven Kingdom, the most likely culprit is Queen Mireya herself. After all, it was our dam that cut off her territory’s water supply.”

Her words struck like a hammer. The hall fell into a tense silence as the nobles glanced at each other, realizing how plausible the reasoning sounded.

Emperor Raghar’s grin widened, his teeth flashing as he leaned forward. “Exactly. Those damn elves. I suspected them from the very beginning, but your reasoning has erased any lingering doubts. It can only be them.”

“What course of action do you wish to take against those arrogant bastards, Your Highness?” Duke Garrick demanded coldly, his fists clenched. “They dared invade our territory and destroy what we built—this is nothing short of humiliation to our Empire!”

“Indeed it is…” Emperor Raghar’s voice dropped, low and dangerous, as he leaned back into his throne. “But Mireya is not someone we can deal with directly. She is far more dangerous than Kaelrath ever was. To confront her head-on now would be reckless.”

He paused, his eyes flashing with suppressed fury. “We will bide our time. We will strike when the opportunity arises. And when we do… our revenge will be absolute.”

The meeting dragged on for another two hours, nobles and officials voicing their frustrations, until Emperor Raghar finally dismissed them. The grand hall emptied, leaving only his smoldering rage echoing against the walls.

The Emperor seethed in silence. The wealth he had poured into building the dam was gone, washed away in an instant. His pride had been wounded, his plans ruined, and his treasury weakened.

Yet despite his burning desire for vengeance, he knew he had no choice but to restrain himself. His empire was already plagued with inner strife, and one wrong move could lead to disaster. For now, patience was his only weapon.

—

Far away in the Elven Kingdom, the atmosphere was starkly different.

“This is quite vexing… to sit here all day and do nothing. I wonder where my little Mireya has gone with Yuan and Sylvia…” Kitsura muttered softly as she leaned back against the sofa, elegantly holding a cup of tea.

Across from her, Anna Grace and the others smiled faintly, joining her in the leisurely tea gathering, their expressions calm and relaxed—unaware of the storm that was brewing within the Golden Lion Empire.

“They went to the Elven village to investigate the sudden dryness of the river. But I can no longer sense their presence there. They must have gone somewhere else.” Anna Grace replied with a calm expression before taking a sip from her teacup.

She then continued, a mischievous grin spreading across her lips. “I’m sure they’re causing chaos wherever they went. After all, they wouldn’t have left so suddenly otherwise.”

Upon hearing this, Kitsura’s eyes widened in shock, disbelief flashing across her face.

’Causing chaos in the Golden Lion Empire?! What in the world is Mireya thinking?!’ Kitsura screamed in her mind, utterly dumbfounded.

Noticing her reaction, Anna Grace chuckled softly as she set her cup down on the table.

“Don’t worry about them. No one in this world can hurt them. Just relax and wait for their return.”

Even after hearing Anna Grace’s reassuring words, Kitsura’s heart still held a heavy knot of concern. Mireya, Yuan, and Sylvia were strong, but the Golden Lion Empire was the largest and most powerful nation on the continent. Making an enemy of them was reckless, even if the Empire had been in the wrong.

’I hope Mireya doesn’t get into trouble by doing something reckless over there…’ Kitsura sighed deeply in her heart.

Her eyes then shifted back to Anna Grace, her expression puzzled. Something about her didn’t feel right. No matter how she looked, it was as if there were two different people sitting in front of her.

’Why do I feel like I’m speaking to two different people at once? It doesn’t make sense. Could she really have a split personality or something?’ Kitsura thought, her gaze narrowing as she studied Anna Grace carefully.

’She’s the strangest person I’ve ever met in my entire life…’ Kitsura sighed inwardly, placing her cup back on the table before leaning against the sofa with a weary look.

—

Meanwhile, Yuan, Mireya, and Sylvia had returned to the Elven village, where a large crowd had gathered near the river alongside the Royal Guards.

When the trio suddenly appeared before them like ghosts, the villagers gasped in fright—only to quickly relax the moment they recognized their Queen.

“Your Majesty, we thank you for solving the water crisis for us. You have blessed our land with your noble presence!”

One of the elders—clearly the chief of the village—knelt down, bowing his head low in deep respect.

“There is no need to thank me. I did nothing at all. You should thank this young man with me—he is the one who solved this.” Mireya said with a warm smile, placing her hand gently on Yuan’s shoulder, deliberately creating a good image of him before her people.

The elves were stunned. To see a human standing so casually beside their Queen—whose very presence was akin to that of a goddess—was already shocking enough. But for her to rest her hand on his shoulder, as though it were the most natural thing in the world, left them utterly speechless.

“I see… In that case, on behalf of my village, I thank you for helping us in our time of crisis, young man.” The elder elf bowed deeply to Yuan, a kind smile on his aged face.

Though elves despised humans for their cruelty and long history of oppression, none of them could bring themselves to view Yuan with the same hatred. Something about him was… different. It puzzled them, unsettling yet strangely comforting.

Mireya turned back to her people, her smile bright and reassuring.

“Now that the river has returned to normal, your farming will prosper again. With this, the threat of a food crisis in our kingdom has been resolved.”

Her words brought visible relief to the villagers. Shortly after, she dismissed them with a graceful wave before returning to the carriage with Yuan and Sylvia.

“Let’s head back. We’ve accomplished what we came for, and I expect we’ll soon have a visitor from the Golden Lion Empire,” Mireya remarked, her expression calm yet sharp as she boarded the carriage.

Yuan and Sylvia exchanged a glance and nodded, following her inside.

—

Later that evening, inside the hot spring, steam curled into the air as Yuan and his women relaxed in the soothing waters. Kitsura, Miss Zara, Little Zoe, and Selvariel had joined them as well, their laughter and chatter echoing softly against the rocks.

“Mireya, what happened with the river problem? Did you manage to solve it?” Kitsura asked curiously, leaning closer, her ample chest swaying slightly with the motion.

“We solved it,” Mireya answered immediately with a playful smile. “Apparently, the Golden Lion Empire had built a massive dam at the Twin Mountain, cutting off the river’s flow.”

She then grinned widely, her eyes gleaming with pride. “But we destroyed the dam completely. The river flows freely once more. Raghar will be furious once he realizes it was us who ruined his little project.”

“You did what?!” Kitsura suddenly shot up from the steaming water, her eyes wide in disbelief as she stared at Mireya.