Crownless Reincarnation: New World? Nah I'd win-Chapter 137: Queen of Krivos [1]

[Eldergrove Town.]

The small cottage stood quiet beneath the thick canopy of trees.

Outside, the wind rustled through the leaves, but inside, the air was still.

"Hmm, looks like everything is ready."

Akamir mumbled as he sat cross-legged on the wooden floor, a thin layer of sweat already coating his back.

There wasn’t much in the place except a few sources of light.

And a bowl of spirit herbs freshly plucked from the garden in the spirit world.

"You sure this will help?" Akamir asked, glancing at Nayomi.

She nodded in response. "Just trust me." She said. "It will make your work a lot easier."

Akamir nodded softly as he observed the herbs.

They shimmered faintly under the flickering light, their scent earthy and slightly sweet.

"Is there something I should keep in mind?" Akamir said, picking up the herb.

"Nothing." She said. "You already are both mentally and physically prepared for it."

Akamir nodded silently before he drew in a deep breath.

’Well, here goes nothing.’

He brought them to his lips and chewed slowly, forcing himself to swallow despite the bitter aftertaste.

He could already feel the reaction begin in his core—subtle at first, then strong enough to make his skin crawl.

’Alright, it’s working.’

A faint heat spread through his body.

It started from his chest and moved outwards like a quiet wave.

His veins lit up faintly beneath his skin as if light traveled through them.

Then came the pain.

Akamir gritted his teeth as the herbs weren’t gentle.

They were meant to purify and burn away all lingering impurities.

’Fuck it’s painful.’

He felt it, his insides twisting, his breathing becoming shallow, and a tightness forming in his gut.

His skin itched, burned, then stung.

Black liquid began to seep out of his pores, thick and sticky, reeking of metal and rot.

It dripped down his arms and face, staining the mat beneath him, but he didn’t move.

He couldn’t. He simply shut his eyes and let it happen.

It went on for what felt like an hour.

When it was over, his breathing was slow but steady, and his body felt lighter like something that had always been inside him had finally been ripped out.

He opened his eyes and wiped his face with the cloth he had prepared earlier.

Then, without wasting a moment, he closed his eyes again and reached inward.

He found his core.

It pulsed in the center of his being, a glowing green orb of condensed energy. Familiar, stable, and now, incomplete.

He exhaled slowly.

’The first step was to empty it.’

He gathered his mana and began to draw it out in slow threads, dispersing them into the air.

’Okay, it’s taking too much time.’

The flow was unstable and his limbs trembled in the process.

He paused more than once to catch his breath, but he kept going until he felt hollow inside.

Once empty, he focused again.

He began to draw in mana from the surroundings.

It was like forcing air into a container that kept pushing it back out.

His body wasn’t used to this rhythm, and neither was his core.

The mana refused to settle at the start. It dispersed, scattered, or collapsed under its own pressure.

Akamir repeated the cycle again—emptying, refilling, adjusting, trying to push his boundaries further.

Time passed.

Akamir wasn’t sure how long it’s been since he sat there.

His muscles ached, his breath was shallow, but the glow inside his core was changing.

No longer green, but a faint hue of blue flickered at its center.

He pushed again and pressure in his chest built up until it felt like his ribs might crack.

And then—

Crack.

The sound echoed in his mind rather than his ears.

His body stilled.

He opened his eyes slowly.

The room hadn’t changed, but something inside him had.

His mana felt different, it was deeper, smoother, colder even.

The once unstable flow was now steady.

He could feel it coursing through him like a quiet river.

He had broken through.

Blue core.

He sat still for a long moment.

Akamir finally drew in a deep breath. "It’s over."

Nayomi floated over him as he lay on his back.

"Congratulations." She said, smiling brightly. "You are the youngest to reach Blue Core."

Akamir nodded, not really impressed. "...I see."

"And take a fucking bath." Nayomi said, pinching her nose. "You smell really bad."

Akamir chuckled softly. "...Yeah."

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[Capital City.]

[Unknown place.]

"Is everyone here?"

Inara blinked as she sat on a chair placed at the head of a table.

’Where is Akamir anyway?’

She thought, glancing at all of them.

There were six people at the table with all of them well-known in the kingdom.

A short, bearded man to her right leaned forward, folding his arms.

"You didn’t exactly give much notice. What’s this meeting about?"

He was Neva—former advisor of the royal family who retired a few years ago.

"Like I said before." Inara said, her voice even. "I want the throne by tomorrow."

"It’s easy for you to say, princess." It was a middle-aged man who spoke. "But have you noticed the condition of the palace."

Inara said nothing as he leaned on the chair.

After a while, she whispered. "I know... Lucien has already called his army."

It happened today in the evening, just a few hours ago.

Lucien, who was doing nothing for a while, suddenly has his army with him.

It was like they teleported to the capital city.

’And it might be true as well.’

There was no such technology within the Krivos Kingdom that can do so.

The only thing Inara could think of was the Sealed Artifact that elves have.

The one that allows them to travel a large distance in a short period of time.

’But why would elves be involved with Lucien?’

Inara wasn’t sure what to make out of this situation.

"Even if we bring all our knights, which I am sure most will not do." Neva spoke once again. "...We still can’t bring a proper army to win against Prince Lucien’s army."

Inara rested her chin on her clasped hands, her gaze steady on the table.

She was sure he wasn’t wrong with his assessment.

They really have no way of winning this internal dispute.

"I don’t believe Lucien’s working alone," Inara finally said. "And if the elves are backing him, then it’s no longer just our internal problem."

The armored woman to her left narrowed her eyes. "You’re suggesting we treat this like a foreign invasion?"

It was Maria, her personal knight.

"I’m saying we stop pretending this is just a family dispute," Inara replied. "I don’t want outsiders to interfere."

A quiet murmur spread among the gathered nobles.

"What should we do then?" Lyselle asked, the youngest one there. "Any suggestions?"

Even though she wasn’t a Duchess, Inara still added her in the meeting.

She was much more important, maybe not now, but after the succession.

Inara stood slowly, her chair scraping against the floor.

’Hmm, why are you making things difficult, Lucien?’

Inara thought as she walked towards the window.

From here, she could see the palace that stood tall.

Inara felt emotional as she stared at the thing that she had always desired.

Now...

When she was so close, she couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed.

’Get a grip.’ she thought. ’It’s still not mine.’

Taking in a deep breath, she ordered.

"Gather all the force you can and station them in front of the palace tomorrow evening."

She ordered, her voice firm like a queen.

"I don’t care the numbers, but they should be enough to distract them."

Neva looked at her back, unable to see through her.

"Why, my lady?" He asked. "Is there something—."

"My army will attack from behind."

Inara explained before he could finish his question.

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All the nobles present there looked at her in confusion.

"Your army?"

Inara just smiled.

"Yeah..."

An image of the wheat-blonde-haired boy formed in her mind.

"My own army."

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