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[Crossover] Ch 168: Garden of Whispers
🕑 Added 2025-07-27 17:18:04 +0000 UTC— — — — — —
Aldegyr Kingdom.
Inside the royal palace, a beautiful silver-haired princess with clear blue eyes—like something out of an elven fairytale—stood quietly, watching her parents and their ministers argue.
"The Fourth Primogenitor has been resurrected? And he's founded an empire in the East? Where is this information coming from?" the queen asked sharply.
"From a TV broadcast, Your Majesty," one of the ministers replied nervously.
"A television broadcast? That's our source? Are you suggesting we replace our intelligence network with reporters now?"
"The report only mentioned the name 'Ryo Yagami'—a local from Itogami Island—and showed a single blurry photo. That's it."
"This is completely useless," the queen snapped. "And unacceptable."
"We sincerely apologize, Your Majesty."
"Enough. Now's not the time to argue. We need to know everything about this Fourth Primogenitor—his name, personality, governing style, everything. I expect full cooperation going forward. And no more finding things out from TV, understood?"
"Yes, Your Majesty. We apologize deeply."
As the ministers groveled and the royal couple fumed, Princess La Folia Rihavein took the blurry photo in hand. Her natural power as a priestess let her see things others couldn't.
In a room that looked just barely visible through the haze, a young man with black hair and dark eyes—handsome and calm—suddenly looked up.
"Huh? Someone's spying on me?"
La Folia's pupils contracted sharply. Tears streamed down her cheeks as if she'd just stared straight into the sun.
In that moment, Ryo had already traced her spiritual gaze back to its source—and spotted the silver-haired beauty.
"Oh? A little girl unintentionally peeking at me?"
He saw through La Folia's power with ease. Then, chuckling softly, he raised a hand and gently tapped her forehead with a finger, sealing her priestess sight.
"A power you can't control… is better off sealed."
As soon as he said that, La Folia's vision blurred, and she snapped back to reality.
She instinctively touched her forehead, feeling the warmth that lingered there. Then, blushing and dazed, she stared at the photo again and whispered:
"The Fourth Primogenitor… Ryo Yagami…"
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Garden of Whispers
A special dimensional space accessible only to nations that signed the Holy Ground Treaty, major powers, and the Empires.
This was the private meeting ground of the world's top leadership—heads of powerful nations and supernatural factions.
The goal? Settle conflicts through diplomacy rather than war.
But today, thanks to a certain TV broadcast from Itogami Island, the usual calm conference had been replaced by an atmosphere of heavy tension.
"You've all seen the report by now, I assume," an old man with a mask said gravely.
Silence. The representatives of the world's biggest powers said nothing.
Everyone had known the Fourth Primogenitor was prophesied to awaken in the East, Japan. It wasn't new.
What was new was that this time, it actually happened—and it didn't end in failure.
In the rare cases where the Fourth Primogenitor did appear, he always operated alone. No empire, no organization. Just an overwhelmingly powerful, arrogant lone wolf.
But this time… he'd established a full-fledged nation.
Even more shocking, he identified himself as "Ryo Yagami" and appeared in male form—unlike previous sightings. But no one dared to question it too deeply.
Because standing right in the center of the Garden of Whispers was a petite woman with green hair, wearing a golden mask. She held a wooden placard like she was waiting at an airport.
The sign read: {Do not investigate Ryo Yagami further.}
And that was reason enough for everyone to drop the topic.
Just then, one masked participant finally broke the silence.
"So… are we going to recognize the formation of this Fourth Empire?"
"We refuse to acknowledge Itogami Island's independence," the representative of Japan snapped angrily.
At that, the petite green-haired woman raised another placard.
It read: {I veto your refusal.}
Japan's representative immediately shut his mouth. His clenched fists trembled with suppressed frustration.
The Three Primogenitors each held absolute veto power—a foundational rule of the conference.
But that power wasn't something granted by nothing. It came from sheer strength. If even one Primogenitor said no, it didn't matter what anyone else said—it simply wouldn't happen.
That was the real meaning behind "veto power."
It's why headlines like "X Country Proposes Removing Primogenitor Vetoes, Gets Instantly Vetoed by Primogenitor" were common tabloid jokes around the world.
By now, all participants could only accept the outcome and turned to the green-haired woman.
"Your Highness, Chaos Bride… do you have a formal statement?"
She held up another sign: {We recognize Itogami Island's independence and the founding of the Fourth Empire. Standard diplomatic protocol shall apply. That is all.}
After saying that, she set down her placard. Beneath the golden mask, her lips curled into a satisfied grin—like a mischievous child who'd just pulled off the perfect prank.
The room was silent for a moment longer… and then one by one, the major powers raised their hands in agreement.
In the end, the proposal passed with unanimous approval. Even Japan's representative, under the intense gaze of the green-haired girl, was forced to lift both hands.
Technically, only one hand was required. But for the sake of his own survival, he raised both—using the formal surrender style of France.
With that, the meeting was quickly wrapped up, thanks to her interference. Most of the attendees, seeing no further point in sticking around, left immediately.
The Garden of Whispers grew quiet.
At that moment, the green-haired girl removed her mask, revealing her youthful face. She tapped the table playfully and said. "Alright, no need for you two to keep hiding anymore."
Two figures appeared in the empty chairs beside her.
To her left sat a young man in a black military uniform with short hair—none other than the First Primogenitor, founder of the Warlord's Empire: Ki Juranbarada.
In the center was someone a bit smaller in stature, with long purple hair and crimson eyes. This was the Second Primogenitor, ruler of the Fallen Dynasty: Fall Gazer, Aswad-Guul Aziz.
And with the green-haired Giada Kukulcan, all three Primogenitors had finally gathered.
Seeing her old comrades again, Giada grinned and clapped her hands.
"Alright, now that the nobodies are gone—let's start the real meeting."
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