Ifriya's disappointment

The Fairy Realm.

*Fwoooo!!!*

A brilliant light erupted inside the entire realm, it was so bright that it illuminated the entire sky making everyone think that it was daytime instead of night.

All the fairies fell for the trick for the second time, they grumbled and went back to their tree-houses with dissatisfied expressions.

Fairies were a rather peaceful race so they usually wouldn't get angry unless the situation was extreme.

However, something called 'Evil Fairies' existed, hence not everyone was the same. Joseron was an example of an Evil Fairy who harbored more negative emotions.

In the capital.

An angry expression could be seen on the face of Joseron as he continued to stare at the glowing corpse of Irakiel from his palace balcony.

A pair of porcelain arms wrapped around his neck, long strands of red hair fell on his lap, a woman kissed his lips, her eyes were orange in color which matched her red hair.

She was Ifriya, a past ruler of fairies that was defeated by Rael and the wife of Joseron and the new Queen of Fairies.

Her beauty was no less than Elequeeness, Vaani, and Titania. Along with the three other fairies, their group was called the 'Four Seasons.'

Four Seasons consisted of the most beautiful fairies know outside and inside the realm.

Elequeeness- Winter.

Titania- Spring.

Vaani- Autumn.

Ifriya- Summer.

"Don't worry, I am sure that he is dead."

Her lips tasted like burnt marshmallows, she neared Joseron's face and tried kissing it, to her dismay he shrugged her off.

"I don't have time for you."

He walked away from her, his expression full of rage and nonchalance. Joseron walked towards the balcony, staring at Rael's glowing corpse with rage.

He stared at the moon which didn't have a shred of mercy and instead shined coldly not letting a single shade fall on him.

"Aaaaaarfggg!!!! Fuck this!!!! I FUCKING HATE HIM!! WHY DOES HE GET EVERYTHING?? BEAUTIFUL WIVES, RESPECT, EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!"

Ifriya couldn't bear to see him in such a state and hugged Joseron from behind while whispering into his ears, blowing hot air.

"Don't be so jealous. Would you find a wife more beautiful than me? Why do you need to think of him? Don't you have respect and a beautiful wife now?"

"SHUT UP YOU BITCH!!!"

The ingrate simply shoved her and took the wine bottle by his side and threw it with all his power.

*Crash!*

The ancient expensive wine broke into pieces, the king threw whatever he could find near his hand towards the ground.

Broken chairs, glasses, tables, bottles, bookshelves, wardrobes.

*Crash!!*

*Crash!* *Crash!!*

*Crash!!!!*

*Crash!*

Glass shards, shreds of wood, spilt wine, the floor was an absolute mess. Ifriya took a few steps back, her eyes were full of tears.

'Darling, I am here for you aren't I? Why do you need more? Why do you need to be jealous? Isn't our current life good?'

Ifriya spoke in her mind and bit her lips. All of Joseron's words hit her heart like needles, making her feel extremely sad.

"AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRREEHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! FUCK YOU IRAKIEL EL NAVAH!!!!!!!!"

He screamed extremely loudly, all the fairies in the realm heard his shout and felt complex emotions. Was their new king really competent and good as he showed himself to be?

Tears sprouted out of Ifriya's eyes, blood flowed from her bitten lips. She had no idea why Joseron was jealous of a dead man when he already had everything.

He had a pretty wife with beauty no less compared to the other three seasons and was a respected king loved by all the population.

*Ting....*

Ifriya glanced in the direction of the clinking sound of pure Mythril against the marble.

Her eyes widened as she gaped, the wedding ring of her husband was pulled out from his ring finger and was rolling carelessly on the ground.

She glanced at her husband who was still screaming and throwing things around, tears started to flow from her eyes.

'Do I mean nothing to you?'

She picked the ring and put it inside her saree's blouse.

'Do you even remember what day it is today?'

She looked back at her husband and shook her head, her expression was heartbroken.

"Today was supposed to be a good day. It was our wedding anniversary."

~

Rael walked towards the cave. He stopped when he neared the entrance. A frown came over his face.

He kneeled and smelled the mana in the air. A weird expression came over his face.

"Fairies....?"

'Hmmm...' He closed his eyes, lost in thought, and finally decided to wait for the two fairies to come out of the cave.

After an hour, two shadows could be seen grumbling and arguing with each other.

As they came closer to the sunlight, Rael's expression started to become that of shock. The two fairies were carrying what seemed to be a coffin?

It reminded him of a lame meme from his second life and almost facepalmed.

The two fairies spotted and froze in their spot, the coffin almost slipped out of their hands.

"Holy Irakiel!"

Hearing his name as a substitute to describe, Rael felt proud, proud that the teachings he had instilled into his fairies during his narcissistic period of rule were still ongoing.

But something felt wrong.... 'Did they just substitute 'fuck' with my name?'

His face contorted and it became extremely cold, bloodlust released from his body as he stared at the two fairies.

"Kneel."

The two fairies followed his order as if they were mindless dolls. Seeing that, Rael heaved a sigh of relief.

Long ago he had initiated a soul contract with the tree of Yggdrasill to give him the official representative god position of Fairies, that enslaved the entire Fairy Species to him but the catch was that he could only control them if he used his divinity since he was the God of Fairies, although still a pseudo god, a god in process nevertheless.

He had assumed that the contract would have dissolved by now because his original soul after merging with the Alashik Records was half of what it used to be before.

However it had not and he still had the representative position of Fairies, making him the God of Fairies.

"Surrender the coffin."

The two fairies walked up with the coffin in their arms towards Rael and let it down slowly. He nodded and closed the distance between him and the coffin.

Seeing the coffin up close, his eyebrow rose. It was completely black in color, skeletal illustrations were embroidered over it with pure Mythril.

There was a small symbol of a reverse cross drawn at the head of the coffin. However Rael felt a bit at ease, nothing could shake him anymore especially after being in the abyss.

Rael was not a big fan of ghosts and horror so he wouldn't lie, he was indeed a bit spooked out.

*Cough!*

He glanced at the two fairies and ordered them.

"Open it for me."

The two looked at each other and nodded, their jade palms slid inside the lid of the coffin, they tried lifting the lid but it wouldn't budge.

Rael stared at the coffin and frowned a bit, he had never before seen a divine artifact before so he didn't know how they worked.

Artifacts, Weapons, and Treasures are extremely different concepts.

An artifact is an object made by a being, typically one of cultural or historical interest. Artifacts are ancient and lost items that can date back to the previous beginnings of world cycles.

World Cycle is the period of time in which reality takes place, new histories and new stories are made in every world cycle.

The gears of fate begin to move when an old-world cycle comes to an end, that's how a new world cycle begins.

Heroes, Villains, Protestantism, Treasures, a whole new history is made.

A weapon is a thing designed or used for inflicting bodily harm or physical damage.

While Treasures are precious, valuable objects that the world itself gives birth to, no species can ever make a treasure.

Artifacts, Weapons, and Treasures are sorted into nine tiers.

-Low Grade

-Middle Grade.

-Bronze Grade.

-Silver Grade.

-Gold Grade.

-Mythril Grade.

-Divine Grade.

-Heaven Grade.

-Supreme Grade.

The coffin in front of Rael was a Divine Grade Artifact, the highest grade Rael had ever seen. Never had he ever seen the weapons or artifacts of even his master.

The highest before the coffin, Rael had ever seen was his Piano, Crisez Vilzi. It was made out of the wood of the world tree and was a peak Mythril grade.

It was a piano but not to be underestimated, music itself is a weapon, deadly and poisonous.

If Rael's speculation were right and if what he had read in novels in his second life wasn't wrong then to activate the coffin, he needed to mark it with his blood.

Rael was extremely good at his blood arts by now, he kept his hand hovered in mid-air.

A small droplet of blood accumulated on his index finger that was pointing towards the coffin and dropped like fresh dew after morning rain.