Novel & Cerita Ruler Of The Land

(Duke Oliver Gust) Many doesn’t know that the Gust Territory style of ruling at all, as they were isolating themselves from not only their own nation but also to the entire world. As basically his way of doing things can already be considered a treason in Alemia Nation as Duke Oliver Gust and his family, instead of looking at Queen Romella as his ruler, he looked at me and Aeternum as the government for his territory.

The familiar sound of trumpets signaled the arrival of the rulers, and a loud shout followed, "All rise for the arrival of our esteemed rulers. “His Majesty, Grand Lord Zaiper, the almighty second sovereign ruler of Urai and the sole leader of Greyrock. The northern wings! “His Majesty, Grand Lord Vladya, the almighty third sovereign ruler of Urai and the sole leader of Blackstone. The western wings! “His Majesty, Grand Lord Ottai, the almighty fourth sovereign ruler of Urai and the sole leader of Mabblewood. The Eastern Wings! “All hail the grand rulers!" Everyone in attendance performed a deep, full bow as the grand entrance opened and the rulers made their way in. Emeriel dutifully bowed

Her eyes slowly looked ahead of them again, a strip of land finally becoming visible. "W...Where are we g...going..?" Kasey looked up to meet Shobeks eyes, he gave a comforting smile; though worry exuded from every pore in his body. "This land, much like the living world, is separated and split up between seven different rulers. But there are patches that no ruler has control over because it is too untamed, and only a strong demon, like me or the king, can occupy the area. Lest they be torn to shreds by the unending waves of demons."

He was indeed a grandpa with white hair and all. "We will have to move to the small Mansion at the Eastern border." The man said with a small smile. The lands were divided into four different parts. The Nalish, Naborta, Bathon, and the strongest of all...Viscoria. Viscoria unlike the other lands was ruled by a cruel lord, Lord Wolfarine. Little Beatrice looked up at her butler. Even at a tender age, one knew who ruled the Eastern Border. Rumors had flown around and those rumors were known to be true for how heartless and cruel the man had ruled for years.

Alpha Priam cut him off. ‘Does it mean that his father was one of the four rulers?’ That’s surprising. The four rulers are those who made laws in the werewolf’s world, and they were living in the palace in England as humans, they were well respected and now I had an idea of how powerful Alpha Priam's father is, and basically, it has been inherited by his son, now that he’s gone.

“So we build a council.” “Yes.” “With equal voices.” “Yes.” “And you stand apart.” “Yes.” He looked at me again. Long. Careful. “Then you’re not our ruler.” “No.” “Not our alpha.” “No.” “Then what are you?” The question hung in the air. Mira leaned forward slightly. Waiting. Kael didn’t look away. Waiting. I answered simply. “Someone who protects this land.” Not commands it. Not owns it. Protects it. The distinction mattered.

Conqueror... A title only meant for people who strive to reclaim the lands from the monsters to humanity. The Conquerors are one of humanity's hope including the adventurers. Conquerors command the people to their glory to reclaim the lands. No Conqueror could have achieved the feat of conquering the lands on their own without an army and no people can achieve conquering the lands even with superior numbers without the lead of a Conqueror. The way to gain the title is by achieving great feats in countless battles and polishing your skills. Harder than being an adventurer could do.

There are only a few more events that are deeply engraved in my memory besides this one. Allow me start with the cold, boring facts about how it all began. The land, where I am from, lays far beyond the forest, hidden by tall, snowy mountain peaks and unknown and hard to track terrain, ruled over by a certain Prince Val Dragwer, or in the native language Val Dracul the Third. A prince, a general, a warrior, a warlord all of this he is; but above else he’s a strategist that carefully calculates his every move, in order to gain the upper hand and save as much of his people as he can. Generous and terrible, merciful and cruel, he’s all this and more at the same time. But this isn’t a story abou

The most beautiful crown I ever saw. It was made of gold with petite sapphires encrusted all over it. "I made this for your mother, but now I am pleased that you will be the one to wear it." I could feel the mixed emotions in my father's voice, and I wished that my mom was here today. "I, Giovanni Ricci, crown you Amaya Ricci as the Queen of werewolves Kingdom. May your reign last forever!" he said, placing the crown on my head and holding his hand for me to take.

The healthy looking goat climbed one of the big chairs and transformed into a good looking young man. Who are you! Ogbon asked, I am the The land and end, your King, your lord, a goat beyond a lion. You shall bow before me, or die where you are. Ogbon smiled and said, Anybody can be a king or a ruler, but the most important thing is the strength of man that sits on the throne, I am the if my kingdom,I won't bow for no being. You go to your Kingdom and find people that must bow for you. But wait , sorry for my rudeness, you said your name is land, No I did not say my name is land, my name is Malica all other others are just an alias, but you can call me Malica. Or you lord.