The Royal Palace.

On an humongous canopy bed slept a man with his woman, blanketed in the middle, while there was still a lot of room left on the bed. The bed was uselessly extraordinary which was literally "extra," with artistically carved beautiful crystals and many cushioning pillows adorned the bed, together with fluffy and thick blankets and humongous cushioning bed.

The couple had a sensual intercourse just a few minutes before the servants changed the blankets and bedsheets as they took a pleasant bath, though both of them had their eyes closed, they didn't seem to be sleeping as they snuggled closer from time to time.

The woman with glistening silver hair was sleeping on the chest of the man with purple hair as his calm breath trickled the woman's sliver hair, while his right arm began to caress her bare back noticing how uncalming his wife's heartbeat was.

"What is it that you want say, My Empress." The man, who was the Emperor of the Dasiris Empire, asked in a calm yet wise tone.

"Your Majesty!" The Empress huffed in a whisper as she pinched his chest lightly as she raised her head to gaze at the Emperor's face with her profoundly beautiful silvery eyes.

Chuckling lightly, the Emperor opened his eyes and gazed at those beautiful silvery eyes with his sharp and charming purple eyes which seemed to be glowing even in the dark similar to that of the Empress'.

"Is it about Starla?" The Emperor, Beorhtric Greene De Dasiris, asked.

".... Yes..." The Empress, Timothea Souvia De Dasiris, replied as she turn to lay back on his chest.

Starla Greene De Dasiris, the only Princess of the Dasiris Empire, the unseen genius at learning, and the youngest child who was born after two Princes.

"We have learnt that her behaviour would changing at an year's time since the first time she changed after turning 13. She had shown abrupt growth at the age of the 13 and made expressions as if she had already experienced life even though she is the youngest, then at the age of 14 she unleashed her bloodlust as if she had seen and experienced countless wars, at the age of 15 she displayed utter scorn at me as she was seeing a scumbag that didn't deserve to live, at the age 16 she displayed extreme depression as if she was tired of life, at the age of 17 she displayed insight and gathered many talents, who are still working for her, personally, and now, she has turned 18 and is yet to come out of her room." Beorhtric listed.

"..... And all this happened at her birthdays...." Timothea added.

"Mhm." Beorhtric hummed in agreement.

"..... Your Majesty, her changes are scaring me, not only me, but many around her, the most terrifying part is that she didn't act extremely as she did the last five times, this is the sixth time, and the calmness I'm feeling, feels as if it is merely the calm before the storm." Timothea expressed her concerns.

"....." This time, Beorhtric didn't even hum.

"..... All the past five times, she trained as if she was going to fight a war all alone, but this she isn't even coming out of her room as if everything has become meaningless to her.... That's what scaring me more than her extreme behaviours from the past...." Timothea said as her eyes turned moist and tears streamed out soon after.

Her quite sobs sounded in the silent room while Beorhtric gently caressed her back.

After a few minutes,

"..... Thea, should we send her to the Dreams Academy? Hopefully, there she'll mingle and grow up with her peers, and maybe.... She'll find it comfortable to be away from me for the time being...." Beorhtric suggested.

"....." Timothea's sobs slightly lowered at the suggestion before they got slightly louder upon thinking of how she would be away from her adorable daughter if she were to be sent to the academy.

"..... I think, this would be for the best, if she were to be with her peers, who are still naive and immature...." Beorhtric pressed on his words and continued to hear his wife's cries for a few more minutes before he felt her nod her head in agreement.

"I'll shall be notifying my command to the academy's Chairman at the first thing in the morning." Beorhtric, the Emperor, stated solemnly.

"Yes, I thank you, Your Majesty." Timothea thanked with a tighter hug as her head laid on his chest which was marred in her tears.

"Hahahaha, give me another youngest child if you are so happ-"

RRGGGGGGGGGGGGOOOOAAAAAARRRRRR!!!!!!

An ear-deafening and soul-shuddering roar resounded from somewhere which forced the Royal couple, who were laying on the bed and under the blankets, naked, to rush towards the nearest window which displayed the most of the Capital.

The naked couple stood next to each other and gazed at a distance, frozen.

"At a distance" was where the sight which none would ever be able to forget and a sight which was most likely be written in the history books for the future generations to learn about was seen.

The sight was none other than the ethereal and majestic ascension of a Dragon from the "lost-era." The Majestic Dragon was extremely humongous and seemed to be at least a thousand feet tall in approximation, and 1/4 of the approximation's width.

Its ethereal body was detailed by pure pitch-black mana while ominous and glaring purple haze enveloped the whole Dragon that was from the lost-era, or a forgotten past.

From what he/she, who was one of the strongest that was present in the Capital could tell after gazing at horrifying yet mesmerizing sight of a Dragon soaring to the heavens, was the fact that the ethereal Dragon that they could see was veiled under absolute power that even they didn't want to go against.

While the entire Capital was stunned at the sight and many who were close to the Divine Beast were kneeling, one of curtained windows of the Dasiris Empire's Royal Palace slightly opened by a pair of long and slender fingers with slightly long nails which was polished by pink revealed a silhouetted being with glowing purplish pink irises that were gazing at the soaring Dragon with an ominous glint in them.

"..... So you are in the Capital currently...." A voice, which could be said to be an young woman's, sounded, before the curtain was closed again.