Galaxy's First Ruler

Chapter 163: Judgement

Aldrich looked at the fairy through the gaps in the notification.

The Crawler could only be described as delicate. The extremely beautiful brown-haired fairy was half a foot tall and had milky white skin. Her eyes were like that of a peahen, slanted and serene, and devoid of any evil thoughts. Most distinctive were her black-blue pupils that twinkled like bright stars.

For a moment, Aldrich thought to just hack the sword at the wildflower-crown over the fairy's head, just to see what would happen. But as he was about to act on this thought, the fairy in front of him smiled.

"I would advise against that, Aldrich Guo, the Blessed One."

'This How does she know my name?'

Aldrich got taken aback by the fairy's sudden chiming words, making him look at the Stats above her head again.

[

Record of 'Lady of Righteousness' Anjana

Status: Curious

Level: 39

HP: 2180/2180

SP: 1377/1377

MP: 3325/3325

Rank: Viscount

Attributes -->

Strength: 65

Defense: 70

Agility: 76

Vitality: 130

Perception: 150

Correspondence: 175

Active Skills -->

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Passive Skills -->

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]

Aldrich couldn't see the Crawler's Skills, but its name made him remember a few things about the mythical beings.

Anjanas were the most famous fairies of Cantabrian Mythology. They foiled the evil plans of cruel creatures and protected the people. Their generosity was known far and wide, and some even said that they were heavenly beings sent on the earth by God himself.

But all the tales about them almost unanimously agreed that they were some kind of forest spirits.

"Huh! You are exactly like the document said about you."

Aldrich narrowed his eyes as the Anjana swished the hawthorn stick in her hand and made a derisive comment. The way her corners had moved up at the mention of 'document' made Aldrich feel it would be more troublesome than he had thought.

"What are you talking about?" Aldrich said.

The fairy playfully turned around, lifting her golden brown braids adorned with rainbow-colored ribbons in the air. With her back towards Aldrich, she extended her arms outwards and proclaimed.

"This is my world. Here Justice is supreme and inevitable. Attacks, Schemes, and Betrayals can't exist here. Only one thing rules above all in this place, and that is"

Thummm!!!

9 wooden pillars, engraved with countless Runic symbols, appeared between Aldrich and Anjana in a single line. Their height only reached Aldrich's waist, and their top was flat, but not empty. Aldrich could see all the pillars had folded blood-red papers placed on their top, which were letting out a golden glow. The fairy hovered on the other side of the pillars, at Aldrich's eye level, and her prideful voice echoed in the vibrant surroundings.

"JUDGEMENT!!"

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Planet VR-252

Rosalia

The Earl's Manor had been erected over the rubble of the explosion that had taken the lives of many Dreamers, varying from Rare to Count Ranks.

Not only that, it had almost wiped out the Goranov Bloodline by engulfing Earl Drago's many cousins, and their heirs in it. With every Rank came an increase in Life Expectancy. And none were in a hurry to produce a horde of children in a world where the purity of bloodline mattered and sometimes even affected many Skills. This alone had made the Goranov Bloodline a House of only two Dreamers from the Main Branch.

They were Earl Drago and Count Trifon.

But many Houses still believed that given Trifon's spoiled nature, he must have bastards lying around somewhere. And thus, when the House Venomous Rose declared the Presentation Ceremony of Trifon's son along with the Territory Bestowment Ceremony, none questioned from where this son had come up.

"Trifon, are you sure those were the Ancestor's exact words?"

Earl Drago was tending to a few roses as he pridefully eyed his son and asked for his doubt. A few meters away on the fresh grass, Count Trifon was seated on a comfortable chair and had a book opened up in his lap. As he heard his father's question, the red-haired Count nudged his glasses and pretended as a scholar.

"Ah! Father, you are getting overly worried about it. The Ancestor is more experienced and shrewd than both of us combined. I am sure there is a reason for him to order us to spread out this information."

Earl Drago nodded, hearing Trifon's comforting words. He picked up the watering can and showered the plants after taking care of the delicate pruning. But Trifon could still see a trace of nervousness on his father's face. He closed the book and took off his glasses.

"Father, what's troubling you?"

"This How should I put it?"

Trifon narrowed his eyes, seeing the indecisiveness of Earl Drago. He couldn't help but make a guess.

"If it is related to Ancestor's demand, then I recommend it's best not to say it."

HAHAHA!

Earl Drago let out a resounding burst of laughter and put the watering can down. He approached Trifon and patted him on his shoulders as he said.

"Trying to guess my thoughts?! I am still your father."

Trifon smiled as he heard Drago's mocking tone and his exaggerated laugh. It at least meant that it wasn't something as drastic as he had thought. The Earl took a deep breath and continued.

"Let me tell you some facts, son. Yes, I have become an Earl. But since then I have leveled up only three times. Sigh! And the Galactic War is almost upon us. Who knows if I will come back alive or not?"

Trifon took in all the words, but he didn't pacify the Earl related to the Galactic War. Trifon hadn't experienced it, but those who had have always spoken about it in such a tone. Though late, Trifon had finally got to know what his father was trying to imply.

"Father, I will not."

"This is our duty to the House, and there is no running away from it. I have just got to know that Marquess' daughter is coming to the Ceremony, too. I will ask her hand for you. It's time you give me a grandson."

Trifon stood up and approached the watering can. But in between, he shook his head and tried to confront the Earl one more time.

"Father"

"NO! Consider it as a duty to House Venomous Rose. Don't tell me the Great Pretender is scared of acting as a husband?!"