Ashen Dragon-Chapter 381 - 305 Coronation (I)

Chapter 381: Chapter 305 Coronation (I)

“Breaking news! The coronation ceremony will begin in thirty-seven days!”

“His Majesty is about to be crowned Emperor!”

“The Prime Minister issued a statement declaring that the Ashen Kingdom has met all the conditions to be elevated to an Empire!”

“Marshal Dolores unconditionally supports His Majesty Cassius!”

Such voices spread throughout Anzeta, whether in cities long controlled by the Ashen Kingdom or newly conquered territories.

And on the vast Fianso Continent, people caught in conflict and war also learned this news—in the far northern Anzeta Great Wilderness, a country ruled by a Red Dragon had overthrown the millennia-old Northern United Kingdom and established a new kingdom.

That Red Dragon was named Cassius, called the King of Ashes, the Infernal Calamity, and the Dragon Prince. It was said to be a direct descendant of Tiamat, born with strength comparable to the Legendary.

This news was surprising, but not enough to draw serious attention from people.

The Anzeta Great Wilderness was a distant and remote place, blocked by the towering Ancytica Mountains. It was isolated and had very little interaction with other regions of the Fianso Continent.

Most people only vaguely knew that beyond the mountains, in that cold wilderness, there seemed to be some countries.

That was all; it had little relevance to them.

But soon, new rumors began to spread: the Ancient Silver Dragon that had thwarted several global disasters, known as the “Wings of Silver,” Osedro, went to the Anzeta Great Wilderness to battle the so-called “King of Ashes.”

It was said that in the “Battle of the Twin Dragons,” these two immensely powerful dragons fought for days and nights, turning the entire Okaglar Wilderness into scorched earth.

The battle ended with the Silver Dragon plummeting from the sky.

Osedro reportedly fled in disgrace, severely wounded, to recuperate in its dragon lair for nearly a century.

The Melwood Clan’s Silver Dragons also remained silent, blocking all visitors and refusing to disclose any information. Their reaction only reinforced the rumor—Osedro had indeed been defeated!

It was only then that the people on the continent felt truly shocked.

That was the renowned “Wings of Silver,” Osedro, praised as Bahamut’s Chosen One and the guardian of world balance!

As a result, various forces began to closely monitor the northern, mysterious “Red Dragon Kingdom,” considering it a potential ally or enemy.

Amid the swamp of war, the three great Kingdoms—Cassandra, Thrace, and Seleucis—vying for the legacy of the Holy Fadlan Federation also kept a watchful eye on it.

A Red Dragon capable of defeating Osedro would be a significant advantage to any side, potentially tipping the scales of war.

Among these three kingdoms, the Thrace Kingdom was particularly hostile to the “King of Ashes”—a geographical and historical inevitability.

They occupied the northern territories of the Holy Fadlan Empire, seeing the Anzeta Great Wilderness as their secure backfield.

But with the North completely fallen, an unrestrained invasion by the Ashen Kingdom from the south would leave them vulnerable to attack from both fronts.

While guarding against northern invaders, the Thrace Kingdom also had to stabilize relations with the Ashen Kingdom. They were not ready to mobilize, facing significant risk at any moment.

As all forces busied themselves with this news, another rumor quickly spread from the North across the continent.

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The King of Ashes was about to be crowned.

This Red Dragon would become the de facto Emperor of Anzeta, the supreme ruler of these lands.

“Empire” referred to a sovereign ruling over vast and powerful territories, and the Anzeta Great Wilderness clearly couldn’t satisfy his ambitions. The Red Dragon’s intent was evident.

Thus, the coronation ceremony became the focus of the entire continent.

With the Ashen Kingdom’s invitations flying out like snowflakes, envoys from various nations and forces rushed north, by teleportation, flying in the sky, or traveling by carriage.

The once tranquil Anzeta Corridor suddenly buzzed with activity, even witnessing skirmishes between envoys from rival nations.

This desolate area of the Anzeta Great Wilderness became one of the primary focuses of the entire Fianso Continent—for all this was due to the appearance of that Red Dragon.

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The cities in Anzeta no longer sufficed for the Ashen Kingdom’s needs. They needed broader lands to hold a ceremony that would astonish the world.

Why not choose the Steel Dragonwing Palace?

Too many secrets were hidden there.

The coronation ceremony would be held on the Great Plain Doyle—the heart of the Anzeta Great Wilderness, where several rivers converged, known as the “Goddess of Ice and Snow’s Blessing.”

The plain housed several large cities, encompassing nearly all the core areas of the former Boske Duchy.

The Kingdom’s construction teams worked day and night, erecting various buildings needed for the coronation ceremony. Endless stone and timber were hauled to the site by robust Frost Giant slaves.

Mages, Druids, and other spellcasters used spells like Stone Wall Spell and Wood Creation Spell to assist.

In just a month, a grand altar appeared on the plain.

The roads were also meticulously built, with sections of railroad even being laid.

In fact, this was preparatory work for a new city—Ramp believed Northwind Castle, Stratholme Fortress, and other cities were inadequate for the future capital of Anzeta.

The Ashen Kingdom, or rather the future Empire, needed a flatter, larger city capable of housing more industry and population, with a superior location, to become the absolute political, economic, and cultural center of the Anzeta Great Wilderness.

This new city under construction was the beginning of everything.

It would continuously expand, encompassing nearby cities and growing into a vast industrial city.

This coronation altar, this newly built city, was called—Isdalia, meaning “Land of Eternal Rule” or “Immortal City” in Draconic.

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On the Great Plain Doyle, the Kingdom’s retainers remained busy. Tall Frost Giant slaves with collars around their necks struggled under the weight of heavy logs, still plodding forward under the overseers’ whips.

Ramp held his magic wand atop a hill, gazing at the distant, soon-to-be-completed altar.

“Your Majesty…”

“Your grand vision is gradually becoming a reality…”

The ogre’s lips trembled as he murmured, tears of excitement filling his eyes.

“Whoosh—”

The bitter northern wind howled past, drowning out the ogre’s panting and masking the distant wails of the Frost Giant slaves.