Strongest Kingdom: My Op Kingdom Got Transported Along With Me-Chapter 51: Eldoria City

He takes a moment to steady himself before walking toward the exit. His private washroom is just a short distance away, and right now, a cold shower sounds perfect.

Inside the washroom, steam rises as Alix stands under the cascading water, letting it wash away the sweat and tension from his body. The icy temperature shocks his system at first, but after a few moments, it soothes his overworked muscles.

Finishing up, he dries himself off and changes into a fresh set of clothes before making his way back to his workspace.

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Alix enters his private workspace, a room lined with shelves of books, documents, and various magical artifacts. His desk is organized, filled with notes and detailed reports of shadow’s Intel about the three kingdoms.

Alix leans back in his chair, exhaling. His mind is already shifting to his next task. He focuses for a moment, reaching out with his thoughts.

"Varkas, if you’re ready, come to me now."

A brief silence follows before a deep, composed voice replies in his mind. "I will be there shortly, Your Majesty."

Alix nods to himself. While waiting, he retrieves a small, intricately designed box from his desk drawer. Inside lies an item he hasn’t used in a long time—a set of enchanted rings designed to completely alter one’s appearance.

A short while later, the air shifts, and a familiar presence approaches. The door opens silently, and Varkas steps inside, his imposing form moving with quiet precision. His crimson eyes flicker with curiosity as he bows slightly.

"You called, Your Majesty?"

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Alix gestures toward the chair across from him. "Sit... We’re going to the human city."

Alix lifting one of the rings from the box. "And put this on. We can’t exactly stroll in human city looking like this."

Varkas straightens, and continue listening.

"We can’t stroll in looking like this. So we need to use these" Alix smirks, lifting one of the rings from the box.

Varkas takes a ring and examines it briefly before slipping it onto his finger. The transformation is instantaneous—his armor shifts into elegant noble attire, his eyes turn a deep brown, and his once-intimidating features soften into a refined, human knight appearance.

Alix puts on his own ring, feeling the magic ripple through his body. His hair darkens to a deep brown, his eyes shift to a dull green, and his regal presence dims into something more unassuming. His usual commanding aura fades, replaced by the air of a noble.

Varkas studies him briefly, then nods. "This should work. What’s our approach, your majesty?"

Alix walks toward the door. "We’ll discuss that on the way. Let’s go."

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Outside, a sleek, black flying carriage awaits them. Its enchanted wheels hover just above the ground, pulsating with faint blue mana.

The two step inside, the doors shutting with a soft click. The interior is luxurious yet subtle—dark leather seats, a small table, and tinted windows that obscure the view from the outside. As the carriage lifts into the sky, the hum of the mana fills the space with a gentle vibration.

Alix settles into his seat and flicks his wrist, summoning a map that unfolds in the air before him. The detailed parchment displays the three major kingdoms, each marked with intricate sigils and landmarks. His finger hovers over one in particular.

"We’re heading to the capital of Raltheon Kingdom," Alix says, his tone thoughtful.

Varkas leans forward slightly, studying the map. His brow furrows. "Raltheon Kingdom… I’m not familiar with it."

Alix glances at him, then nods in understanding. "Right. You were revived recently, so you wouldn’t know." He taps the map, zooming in on the region. "There are three major kingdoms in the human territories. Raltheon is the weakest of the three."

Varkas listens in silence as Alix continues, his finger tracing across the map.

"From the reports I received from the Shadows, Raltheon has been in decline for years. Its economy is struggling, its military is disorganized, and its nobility is fractured by internal conflicts. The only thing keeping it afloat is the fact that the other kingdoms haven’t made a move against it yet."

He shifts his attention to the two other kingdoms. "Ordeya, on the other hand, is a merchant kingdom. Trade and wealth are their strengths. They control major trade routes and have connections with various races, which means their economy is stable, if not thriving. Thier military power is quite good. Though If a war broke out, they’d rely on mercenaries and hired forces, rather than a standing army."

His finger moves again, this time stopping over Valgros. "Then there’s Valgros. A militaristic state, heavily fortified and always preparing for war. They prioritize strength and conquest over diplomacy. Their forces are disciplined, their leadership is strict, and their expansionist."

Alix leans back, crossing his arms. "Our target is Raltheon because it’s the easiest to gain influence in. A kingdom in decline means its people are desperate, and desperate people are willing to pay for power. We’ll be selling skill books there, and if all goes well, we’ll secure a huge amount of gold coins."

Varkas remains silent, processing the information. After a moment, he nods.

Alix smirks. "Just remember—this is a business trip, not a battlefield. No fighting unless absolutely necessary."

Varkas scratches the back of his head, sighing. "I’ll keep that in mind, Your Majesty."

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The dirt road stretches ahead as the carriage rattles along, the sound of wooden wheels crunching against the path filling the air. Varkas holds the reins, his posture relaxed yet firm as he guides the horses forward. The grand, sleek flying carriage from before is nowhere to be seen—Alix had long since swapped it for a simple, well-worn merchant’s carriage, blending in with the countless traders making their way to Eldoria.

As they near the city’s towering gates, a long line of merchants and travelers comes into view. The guards stationed at the entrance, clad in dull steel armor, move methodically, checking papers and collecting entrance fees.