Chapter 149: The Final Victory
Abyss and his companions, as honored allies of the Ossi Kingdom, were staying at the capital’s finest guesthouse. Unlike the modest accommodations in Shodo Town, this guesthouse rivaled the luxurious inns of the Western Empire.
Leona was living her dream, enjoying gourmet meals provided by the royal family, sleeping in a massive bed, and indulging in daily hot baths filled with flower petals and fragrant oils. It was paradise.
Flora and Rebecca were also content.
Flora had taken over the household chores, leaving the guesthouse staff with nothing to do. She had been learning new skills, cooking, cleaning, sewing, and more. Although her Divine Arts could simplify these tasks, she enjoyed the process. These were skills she hadn’t been allowed to learn as a Saint. As a servant of the Nine Gods, her duty was to serve the divine, not to perform mundane chores.
Rebecca spent her days in her laboratory, happily inventing all sorts of gadgets. The discovery of the Divine Grace-storing potion at the Lavoisier City Alchemy Club, and the Nine Gods’ tacit approval of their experiments with divine power, had sparked a wave of inspiration, resulting in a flurry of inventions, both useful and whimsical.
Abyss, however, hadn’t been as relaxed as his followers. He was waiting for the Lord of Nightmares’ retaliation, knowing that the proud Outer God wouldn’t accept defeat so easily. He had to be prepared, even though he didn’t know what form the Outer God’s revenge would take.
Thus, the following scene unfolded: Abyss sat at a table in their guesthouse room, writing in his Outer God notebook, pausing occasionally to think; Leona sat on the table, munching on a pear, watching him write about the Lord of Submergence; Flora busied herself smoothing the wrinkles on the bedsheets, which Leona had ruffled earlier; and a door stood in a corner of the room, Rebecca inside, having spent an entire day in her laboratory, which, thanks to its altered time flow, meant she had been working for days, although, as an undead, she didn’t experience fatigue.
Leona, mid-bite, suddenly perked up. “ABC, Givia’s here,” she announced.
“Givia?” Abyss blinked. “If I’m not mistaken, there must be news from the front lines.”
Soon, hurried footsteps approached the door. Abyss used magic to open it, revealing Givia’s beaming face.
“Mr. Abyss! We’ve done it!” she exclaimed, rushing inside, placing a short letter on the table for him to read. “The Restoration Army has reclaimed the last of our territory! We’ve finally liberated our kingdom from Kevin!”
“Wow! Congratulations, Givia!” Leona shouted, jumping off the table and clapping her hands excitedly.
“Congratulations, Givia! Your hard work has finally paid off!” Flora said, smiling.
Abyss nodded, a sense of satisfaction washing over him. His efforts, although seemingly minor, had contributed to Givia’s success. The restored unity of the Ossi Kingdom was partly due to his actions.
“Congratulations, Givia. So, you’ll be crowned queen soon,” he said.
“Yes,” Givia replied, her voice filled with excitement and a hint of nervousness. “I didn’t expect my father to abdicate so readily, but I’m ready. My coronation is tomorrow. Please join us. I’ve reserved the best seats for you!”
“May you lead your people to prosperity, and may the Ossi Kingdom never be bullied again,” Abyss said, smiling.
“Thank you!” Givia said, her voice filled with gratitude. “When I’m queen, I’ll ensure everyone lives a better life. Everyone will have enough to eat, those who work hard will prosper, and those who serve our kingdom will be rewarded.”
Her dream wasn’t naive, but practical. The Ossi Kingdom was poor. Many were still starving, their hard work unrewarded, their loyalty to their kingdom unrecognized. These were the problems she had to address.
“Givia’s here?” Rebecca asked, poking her head out of the Anywhere Door. She had been following their conversation through Abyss’s telepathic link. She stepped out of the laboratory.
“Miss Rebecca, the Restoration Army has succeeded!” Givia announced.
“Really?” Rebecca asked, her eyes lighting up. “So peace has returned to the Ossi Kingdom?”
“Yes! We’re preparing to reward our supporters. The assets of the traitorous nobles have been seized. We’ll use a portion of that to compensate those who supported us, and another portion to provide for the families of our fallen soldiers—even those who weren’t part of the Restoration Army. The rest will be invested in rebuilding our kingdom, improving the lives of our people,” Givia explained.
“That’s wonderful!” Rebecca said, approaching her. “You must be a good queen, Givia.”
“With the help of legendary heroes like you, victory was inevitable,” Givia said, her smile radiant. “Now it’s my turn to help you—I’ll make my people happy, so that fear-mongering monster, the Lord of Nightmares, will never threaten Ossi again!”
Givia was basking in the glow of victory. Despite her strength and her resolve, she was still a young woman in her early twenties. Most noblewomen her age were still preoccupied with finding a suitable husband, attending tea parties, and playing cards. Having overcome so many hardships, she could finally relax, her usual frown replaced by a carefree smile, her eyes sparkling with joy. She was about to achieve the pinnacle of her life, her coronation as queen.
And the Ossi Kingdom was about to welcome their new ruler, Queen Givia!
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