chapter: Naming of a Dragon, Awakening of a God
The battlefield of gods, dragons, and shattered realities froze for a brief moment of stillness.
Flame Monarch—broken, bleeding, existence barely held together—
dragged himself toward Milan.
Time was frozen around them by Chronoa.
The Creator's Shadow was locked.
Even sound was trembling.
Flame Monarch reached Milan's hand with trembling fingers.
His voice, though crushed and weak, was filled with a father's final strength.
"…Milan…"
The moment he spoke the name—
A ripple tore through existence.
Milan's eyes widened—
gold, frost-blue, and void-white merging into one.
The world shook.
Flame Monarch's voice cracked:
"That… is the name…
I give my son."
Reality bent around them.
Milan's body exploded in light—
BOOOOOOOOM—!!!
His child form dissolved—
replaced in an instant by an adult, full-grown dragon in humanoid form.
Seven horns spiraled, glowing with cosmic hue.
White-gold hair fell like starlight.
Wings of frost, flame, and possibility unfurled behind him.
His aura no longer clashed with the world—it dominated it.
Flame Monarch smiled through the agony.
"That's… my boy…"
With that last smile—
he passed away, his soul fading…
But only for a moment.
Because Milan—now awakened—spoke.
His voice carried the authority of creation itself.
"World… I am your creator. Stop everything."
Everything froze.
The Creator's Shadow stopped moving.
The destruction halted mid-air.
Even the world system itself paused.
A presence older than gods, older than dragons,
older than the first breath of existence…
Awakened.
The True Creator appeared.
Not fully present.
Just a silhouette—a higher echo of Milan's earlier shadow.
He sighed.
"Ah.
What madness is this?
I didn't write anything like this…"
He looked around at the frozen battle, the world shattering, Chronoa glowing like a time-god, Emilia half-destroyed, Flame Monarch dead-but-not-dead, Milan towering with cosmic aura.
"…But actually… this turned into a good story."
He smirked.
"Fine. Let me fix it a little."
He lifted a single finger—
but before he could alter anything—
He paused.
"Oh. Time is here too?"
Chronoa's dormant authority, frozen in place, trembled under the Creator's gaze.
The Creator chuckled.
"Well, can't break the timeline with a little patch, can we?"
He placed his hand over Emilia's broken body.
"Chronoa, this body is yours now.
Your memories return."
Chronoa gasped inside the stopped-time, consciousness touching her past.
Flame Monarch's dying energy glowed as the Creator restored the moment before death.
Time—standing next to the Creator in metaphysical form—grinned.
"Being mortal was really fun.
I want to do it again.
Can we restart the story?"
Milan, now fully awakened, answered calmly:
"Of course.
But first… I need to fix things.
It's my mistake anyway."
Time laughed.
"I did warn you.
Cosmic power in a fragile world tends to break everything."
Milan nodded.
"Then let's correct it."
Time folded his arms, proud.
"This world is strong.
Up until now it was trying to correct itself.
Your shadow did good work—
all things here follow law and meaning.
Better than our universe, honestly."
Milan smiled softly.
"Thank you…
being praised by a god feels strange."
Possibility's voice echoed inside him:
"You did great work."
Milan exhaled and began rewriting the world.
"System, listen to your creator.
Restore the Demon Dragon King.
Send him to the Demon Realm with his wife."
A pulse answered.
"COMMAND ACCEPTED."
Flame Monarch's fading soul turned into a living body—
vanishing into the Demon Realm where his wife waited.
Milan continued:
"Next… Emilia.
Return her body.
Aunt of Milan—reborn in a new dragon vessel."
Emilia's form glowed, repaired, reborn—
sent to live with her sister.
Then Milan rewrote the deepest rule:
"These two—my father and my aunt—
their dragon bodies will become vessels for me and Chronoa.
So the world accepts us."
The system responded instantly.
"COMMAND ACCEPTED."
Reality shifted.
Chronoa and Milan opened their eyes—
And found themselves inside their parents' fully mature, powerful dragon vessels.
Chronoa gasped.
"What—?!
Why am I in Emilia's form?!"
Milan froze.
"…Why am I in my father's form—?!"
They both stared at each other.
Both older.
Both powerful.
Both merged into dragon monarch vessels.
Chronoa turned bright red.
"W-Why are YOU this tall?!
Why am I in a full-grown adult body?!
M-Milan what did you DO?!"
Milan lifted his dragon claws in panic.
"I—I WAS FIXING THE WORLD—!!"
Possibility sighed inside Milan's mind.
"And now, Milan…
you truly have become a god."
Milan blinked.
"…Huh?"
Possibility explained gently:
"Because possibility never ends.
This world is now part of the real universe.
Meaning you are a god among watchers—
but the laws can't fully bind you.
You are beyond time and matter."
Milan rubbed the back of his now-massive dragon neck.
"…Let's see if I actually use that.
Probably not."
Possibility chuckled.
"As expected. You choose right."
Chronoa placed a hand on her chest, still breathless.
"M-Milan…
what… what happened to us…?"
They stared at the wreck of the world, still frozen in time.
Then stared at each other again.
Two adult dragon monarchs.
Two cosmic beings.
Two mortals-who-became-gods.
Trapped in each other's presence.
Shocked.
Embarrassed.
And very, very aware of what just happened.
chapter: Awakening of the Dragon King and Dragon Queen
Time resumed slowly—
like the world waking from a dream.
The shattered continent sat frozen in silence.
Milan and Chronoa, both now inside full-grown Dragon Monarch bodies, stared at each other in pure disbelief.
Chronoa Panics in Her Adult Dragon Monarch Body
Chronoa looked down at herself—
Tall.
Elegant.
Deadly.
Her new dragon form radiated frost, time, and divine authority.
Long silver hair.
A queen's figure.
Massive celestial wings.
A Dragon Monarch crest glowing on her chest.
Chronoa's face flushed red instantly.
"W-W-WAIT—?!
W-WHAAAT—?!
THIS IS A FULL-GROWN DRAGON MONARCH BODY?!
THIS IS A WIFE-LEVEL BODY!!"
She covered her chest, her tail slamming the ground in panic.
Milan raised both hands (dragon claws?) awkwardly.
"Chronoa—calm down—!
It's just a vessel—"
Chronoa stomped the ground.
BOOOOM—!!!
"DON'T 'JUST A VESSEL' ME—!!
DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW DRAGON BODIES WORK?!
THIS IS A FERTILE FEMALE MONARCH FORM!!!"
Milan froze.
"…Wait—fertile—?"
Chronoa's face turned even redder.
"YES!! FERTILE!!
DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS IN DRAGON CULTURE?!
WHY AM I IN YOUR AUNT'S BODY?!"
Milan gulped.
"…I was fixing the world…"
"FIXING?! MILAN THIS IS NOT FIXING—THIS IS WORSE—!!!"
She grabbed her horns in panic.
Milan Tries to Calm Chronoa but Triggers Dragon Instinct
Milan tried to step closer—
But he forgot one small detail:
He was also in a mature Dragon Monarch body.
A male monarch body.
When he moved closer, his aura instinctively leaned forward—
Dominant.
Protective.
Powerful.
Chronoa stiffened, eyes wide.
"D-DON'T—MOVE—!!"
Milan blinked.
"H-huh? Why—?"
Chronoa backed up, wings twitching uncontrollably.
"Y-Your aura—!
Stop leaking dominance aura—!!
DRAGON INSTINCTS ARE ACTIVATING—!!"
Milan looked horrified.
"I'M NOT TRYING ANYTHING—!!!"
"You are—!! Your body is!!
YOU'RE EMITTING A ROYAL COURTSHIP SIGN!!!"
Milan screamed:
"WHY DOES MY BODY DO THAT?! I'M HUMAN—!!"
Chronoa screeched:
"NOT ANYMORE!!!
YOU'RE IN A DRAGON KING BODY!!!"
They both stood frozen—
Two dragon monarchs panicking because their instincts were about to create a mating ritual by accident.
Khushi (still human form) stood there watching both giant dragons scream at each other.
"…Are you two… okay?"
Both dragons turned toward her.
"NO!!!"
At the same time.
The World Unfreezes: The New Dragon King & Queen Are Revealed
Time fully resumed.
All over the Frost Continent—
dragons
elves
humans
gods
beastfolk
lizardfolk
—all rose to their knees as two overwhelming auras awakened.
The Dragon King's aura.
The Dragon Queen's aura.
Even though Milan and Chronoa weren't married—
The bodies they possessed radiated natural monarch resonance.
Dragons screamed across the sky:
"THE NEW MONARCH HAS RISEN—!!"
"TWO MONARCHS!! THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE—!!"
"THE KING AND QUEEN HAVE RETURNED—!!!"
The entire Beast Continent bowed.
The Demon Realm trembled.
The Elf Continent froze in silence.
Even the gods fell silent.
Flame Monarch's former subjects chanted:
"LONG LIVE THE NEW MONARCH!"
"LONG LIVE THE FROST QUEEN!"
"LONG LIVE THE DRAGON KING!"
Chronoa covered her face.
"PLEASE SHUT UP—!!
I'M NOT MARRIED!!"
Milan facepalmed.
"WHY DOES EVERYONE THINK WE'RE MARRIED—?!"
Khushi whispered:
"Because your bodies are literally Monarch Pair Bodies."
Both dragons:
"WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!"
Khushi pointed nervously.
"Uh… in dragon culture…
Monarch bodies always come in pairs.
A King body won't appear unless the Queen body exists.
So right now…
the world thinks you two are fated mates."
Chronoa turned bright red again.
Milan fainted for 0.5 seconds.
The True Creator Gives a Final Warning Before Disappearing
The sky darkened once more.
The True Creator's silhouette appeared again—
towering, amused, and faintly annoyed.
"Well…
THIS escalated."
Chronoa screamed:
"PLEASE FIX IT—!! WHY AM I A DRAGON WIFE—?!"
Milan yelled:
"YES, PLEASE FIX IT—!!
I DON'T WANT TO ACCIDENTALLY MARRY CHRONOA BECAUSE OF A BODY—!!"
The Creator tilted his head.
"…Hmm.
Nah."
Both dragons:
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'NAH'—?!"
The Creator crossed his arms.
"I said I'd fix the world, not your romance problems."
Milan choked.
"THIS IS NOT ROMANCE—THIS IS SURVIVAL—!!"
Chronoa threw her claws up.
"I CAN'T GO INTO HEAT!!! I'M NOT READY—!!!"
The sky trembled.
The Creator sighed and finally spoke seriously.
"Listen.
Now that Milan rewrote the world with possibility…
This world has merged with the outer universe.
Meaning—"
He pointed at Milan.
"You're a god."
Then at Chronoa.
"And so are you."
Both dragons froze.
Milan whispered:
"…God?"
Chronoa's panicked voice cracked:
"I-I don't want to be a goddess—!! I want to be with Milan!! Not rule a universe—!!"
The Creator smiled knowingly.
"I know."
Milan blinked.
Chronoa's face turned red again.
Then the Creator delivered his last line:
"But being gods doesn't remove feelings.
It only gives them consequences."
With a snap—
He vanished.
The world was left with:
A newly awakened Dragon King
A newly awakened Dragon Queen
World system rewriting
Dragon instincts threatening to explode
Gods cowering
And Milan & Chronoa stuck in each other's monarch bodies
Both dragons slowly turned toward each other.
Chronoa whispered:
"…Now what…?"
Milan exhaled slowly.
"…We should probably fix our bodies first."
Chronoa nodded rapidly.
"Yes. YES. Please."
chapter : When Two Gods Get Stuck in Monarch Bodies
The ground stopped shaking.
The skies cleared.
The Creator vanished.
And Milan and Chronoa stood there, trapped in massive, mature Dragon Monarch bodies—
glowing with authority they never asked for.
Chronoa's face was PURE RED.
Milan was one breath away from collapsing again.
Khushi just stared like a traumatized viewer.
"…So… you both are gods now?"
Chronoa groaned:
"Khushi… PLEASE don't say it like that…"
Milan Tries to Rewrite Their Bodies Back to Normal
Milan placed a scaled hand over his glowing chest.
"Okay… okay…
Let's just undo this."
He focused, summoning the power of possibility.
Golden fractal light wrapped around his body.
"System…
Rewrite:
Return myself and Chronoa to our original human-like forms."
The world system responded instantly.
"PROCESSING REQUEST…"
Chronoa clasped her hands in hope.
"Yes… yes… YES—!!"
"REQUEST DENIED."
Both dragons:
"WHAT?!"
Chronoa roared:
"WHY?!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN DENIED?!"
The World System Refuses Because of Monarch Pairing Rule
The system spoke again:
"DENIAL REASON:
MONARCH PAIRING RULE —
A MONARCH KING CANNOT EXIST WITHOUT A MONARCH QUEEN."
Silence.
Chronoa's mouth hung open.
Milan twitched.
Khushi blinked.
"…So the world… married you two?"
Chronoa nearly passed out.
"W-WHAT MARRIED—?!?!
WE DIDN'T EVEN HOLD HANDS—!!"
The system continued mercilessly:
"IF ONE REVERTS TO HUMAN FORM,
THE OTHER WILL FALL INTO CRITICAL SOUL FAILURE."
Milan froze.
"…So if Chronoa returns to her body… I die?"
Chronoa froze.
"…And if you return… I die?"
Khushi whispered:
"…This world ships you two harder than fate."
Both dragons screamed:
"SHUT UP, KHUSHI—!!!"
Dragon Instincts Start Interfering
Milan tried calming his aura.
Chronoa tried calming hers.
But their bodies were not listening.
Chronoa's monarch heart beat faster when Milan got closer.
Milan's aura flared when Chronoa stepped back.
They looked like two wild animals circling in awkward panic.
Chronoa hissed:
"M-Milan… keep your aura down—!! I can feel everything!!"
Milan trembled:
"I'M TRYING—BUT THIS BODY ISN'T OBEYING—!!
WHY DO I FEEL SO… possessive?!"
Chronoa's cheeks burned.
"DON'T SAY THAT—!!
DRAGON INSTINCTS WILL—"
Too late.
Milan's tail flicked.
Chronoa's tail twitched.
Both auras surged—
A resonance boom echoed—
BOOOOM—!!!
Every dragon within five continents fainted instantly from the Monarch Pair signal.
Khushi stared at them like they were ticking bombs.
"…What are you two even doing?"
Chronoa screamed:
"WE DON'T KNOW—!!!
THESE BODIES ARE GOING TO RUIN OUR REPUTATIONS—!!"
Chronoa Accidentally Releases a Mating Call (Comedic Chaos)
Then the worst thing happened.
Chronoa tried to speak—
But instead:
HRRROOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRR—!!!!!!
A massive, echoing Dragon Monarch mating call blasted across the world.
The ground split.
Volcanoes erupted.
Dragons billions of miles away snapped awake with instinct.
Every dragon in existence turned toward the Frozen Continent and declared:
"THE QUEEN HAS CHOSEN HER KING!!"
Chronoa froze.
Her face drained of color.
Milan coughed blood in pure embarrassment.
Khushi covered her ears, horrified.
"Chronoa…
that was definitely a mating call."
Chronoa fell to her knees.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO—!!!!
MILAAAAAAN!!! FIX IT!!!"
Milan wailed back:
"I'M TRYINGGGGGG—!! I DON'T KNOW HOW TO STOP DRAGON HORMONES—!!!"
Both dragons panicked like children with nuclear weapons.
The Gods Attempt to Negotiate with the New Dragon King & Queen
A golden crack split the sky.
The remaining gods descended—
looking exhausted, frightened, and VERY cautious.
The Sky God raised both hands.
"PLEASE—
Just talk calmly.
Don't destroy the world again."
The Storm God bowed deeply.
"Dragon King… Dragon Queen…
We humbly request a diplomatic meeting—
AND PLEASE STOP EMITTING MATING SIGNALS.
THE DRAGON REALM IS IN RIOTS."
Chronoa covered her face.
"I WANT TO DIE."
The Earth God shakily added:
"We… uh… we apologize for earlier attempts to kill you."
Milan stared.
"…Earlier attempts?"
The gods shook violently.
"Yes! YES! We are sorry!
Please don't rewrite us!
Please don't delete us!
Please don't mate in public—"
Milan breathed fire accidentally in embarrassment.
Chronoa stomped the ground again.
"STOP TALKING ABOUT MATING—!!!"
The gods instantly went silent.
They kneeled.
"YOUR WILL BE DONE."
Khushi whispered:
"…Wow. You two are terrifying."
Chronoa and Milan stood frozen, red-faced, desperate, and overwhelmed.
Milan sighed.
"…Chronoa.
Let's fix this somehow."
Chronoa nodded, shaking.
"Yes… please…
Before the entire dragon species thinks we're starting a dynasty."
chapter: When Being a God Doesn't Protect You From Embarrassing Instincts
The Frost Continent went dead silent—
except for the dragons fainting everywhere,
the gods trembling in terror,
and Chronoa and Milan trying not to die from embarrassment.
Chronoa still covered her face.
"Please… PLEASE fix this… I can't survive being a queen… in your aunt's body… with mating instincts active—!!"
Milan took a deep breath.
"Okay… okay.
I have an idea."
Milan Attempts "Partial Vessel Separation"
Milan closed his eyes.
Golden-white possibility threads spiraled around him.
"System…
Initiate Partial Vessel Separation.
Split our true souls from our monarch vessels—without killing either vessel."
The world system hummed.
"PROCESSING REQUEST…"
Chronoa leaned forward, desperate.
"Please work… please work… PLEASE—"
"WARNING:
SEPARATION WILL DESTABILIZE MONARCH PAIR."
Milan blinked.
"…And?"
"WARNING:
SEPARATION MAY CAUSE:
– Aura Entanglement
– Instinct Overload
– Bond Intensification
– Mate Imprinting"
Chronoa's heart stopped.
"M-MATE—WHAT?!
WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!?!"
Milan's claws shook.
"…I think that means if it fails, the vessel bond might treat us as… destined pair forever."
Chronoa fell to her knees.
"PLEASE DON'T TRY ANYTHING FURTHER—!!"
But the system was already activating.
A beam of light descended—
And their dragon vessels began to separate from their souls…
For one glorious second.
Chronoa's Dragon Body REJECTS Separation and Clings to Milan
Chronoa's vessel suddenly grabbed Milan's vessel—
literally wrapped wings around him—
And snarled at the system:
"MINE."
Chronoa (her true consciousness) screamed mentally:
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING—?! THAT'S NOT ME!! STOP—!!"
Milan panicked.
"Chronoa—!!
Your body… um… it's… hugging me—!!"
Chronoa was dying inside.
Her vessel rubbed its muzzle against Milan's neck.
Purrrrrrrrrr…
Chronoa screamed:
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
WHY IS MY BODY ACTING LIKE A CAT—?!
STOP IT!!!"
Khushi cried laughing:
"You two are literally monarch mates by instinct!!"
Milan tried to push her vessel off—
Which only triggered worse instinct:
Chronoa's vessel wrapped her tail around his waist.
Chronoa fainted in spirit form.
"I can't… I can't live anymore…"
The system delivered a final line:
"SEPARATION FAILED.
VESSELS ARE FULLY ENTWINED."
Both dragons:
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT—?!?!?!"
The Gods Deliver a Prophecy About the Dragon King & Queen
The Sky God approached carefully holding a glowing scroll.
"Your Majesties…
W-we found an ancient prophecy regarding… this."
Chronoa snapped:
"Burn it."
Milan sighed:
"Just read it…"
The god unrolled the scroll.
"WHEN THE UNWRITTEN KING AND THE TIME QUEEN AWAKEN,
THE WORLD SHALL BOW,
THE GODS SHALL SILENCE,
AND CREATION ITSELF SHALL RESET."
Chronoa blinked.
"…Time Queen?"
Milan blinked.
"…Unwritten King?"
The gods stepped back in fear.
The Storm God added:
"And, uh…
it also says you two are destined mates."
Chronoa died inside.
"I DIDN'T ASK FOR DESTINY—!!
I JUST WANTED TO SEE MILAN, NOT MARRY HIM—!!"
The Earth God added very quietly:
"You already did… instinctively…"
Chronoa roared and the gods scattered like cockroaches.
Demon Realm Reacts to the News
Far in the Demon Realm—
Two newly restored monarchs (Milan's parents + Emilia's vessel self) were hugging each other after reunion.
A demon soldier rushed in.
"My Lords—!! The world announces a new Dragon King and Queen!"
The Demon King froze.
"…Queen?"
The Demon Queen smiled warmly.
"Ohh… our son has a partner~"
The messenger continued:
"Her aura is…
uh…
flaring nonstop due to instinct."
The Demon Queen squealed.
"KYAAA~! MILAN FOUND A MATE!!"
The Demon King exploded with fatherly rage.
"HE IS TOO YOUNG—!! WHO IS SHE?!
I WILL TEST HER WITH MY DRAGON FIRE—!!"
Emilia entered sipping tea.
"It's Chronoa."
The Demon King froze.
"…Time Goddess girl?"
The Demon Queen clapped.
"Perfect match~! They already started the mating cycle—!!"
Back in Frost Continent:
Chronoa sneezed cutely.
Milan stared.
"…Someone's talking about you."
Chronoa curled into a ball.
"I want to disappear…"
The True Creator Reappears, Laughing & Trolling Them
A cosmic crack opened in the sky.
The True Creator popped back in.
He was laughing so hard he could barely stand.
"PFFFFFT—HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA—!!
I DIDN'T EXPECT THIS MUCH CHAOS—!!"
Milan yelled:
"PLEASE FIX US—!!!"
Chronoa cried:
"PLEASE FIX MY BODY—!!
PLEASE STOP THE MATING INSTINCTS—!!"
The Creator wiped a tear, still laughing.
"Nope."
Both dragons:
"WHYYYYYYYYYY—?!??!!?!?!"
The Creator shrugged.
"You two wanted power.
Now enjoy the side effects."
Chronoa collapsed.
"I DIDN'T ASK TO BE A DRAGON QUEEN—!!!"
The Creator patted Milan's head.
"Congrats, kid.
You wrote a possibility where you and Chronoa end up as a dragon monarch pair.
Now DEAL WITH IT."
Milan stared at him in betrayal.
Chronoa rolled on the floor, dying socially.
The Creator added one last troll before vanishing:
"Oh—and dragon mating season starts in 3 days.
Good luck."
He disappeared.
Both dragons screamed in perfect sync:
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO—!!!!!"
chapter: A Goddess Trapped in a Dragon's Instinct
The Frost Continent remained half-shattered, half-frozen, half-repaired—
exactly like Milan's and Chronoa's mental states.
Chronoa sat cross-legged in the middle of an ice crater, trying to meditate.
"I… will… control… this… body…"
Her tail twitched.
Her wings fluttered.
Her mating aura pulsed every 10 seconds.
Milan stood 50 meters away, sweating.
"…Chronoa… you good?"
Chronoa's eye twitched violently.
Chronoa Tries Meditation… but Dragon Instinct Makes Her Chase Milan
She inhaled.
Slow…
Calm…
Ice particles floated around her.
Her aura cooled…
Her heartbeat slowed…
Her expression became serene.
"I am one with time…
I am above instinct…
I am a goddess…
I can—"
Her eyes snapped open.
"Milan."
She vanished.
Milan screamed:
"NO NO NO—DON'T RUN TOWARD ME—!!"
Chronoa leapt like a cat toward him with a HUNGRY dragon look.
Milan bolted.
Chronoa chased.
Milan flew.
Chronoa flew faster.
Milan dove behind a glacier.
Chronoa broke the glacier.
"MILAN COME BACK—!!!
THIS BODY IS CHASING YOU BY ITSELF—!!"
Milan yelled:
"I KNOW IT'S NOT YOU—BUT IT'S STILL YOU—!!
STOP!!"
Chronoa pounced on him.
Both rolled in the snow, wings wrapped, tails tangled, aura sparking.
Khushi sighed:
"…You two look like a married dragon couple fighting over a nest."
Chronoa shrieked:
"WE'RE NOT MARRIED—!!!"
Milan shrieked:
"WE DON'T EVEN HAVE OUR OWN BODIES—!!"
The Demon King Arrives to "Inspect" Chronoa
A portal of dragon flame tore open in the air—
And out stepped Flame Monarch in full demon-dragon royal form, resurrected and pissed.
Beside him stood Emilia
and behind them—
Milan's mother.
All three radiating monarch pressure.
Flame Monarch spoke first.
Voice calm.
Eyes murderous.
"…So.
This girl here is supposed to be my son's mate?"
Chronoa froze mid-pounce.
Milan froze mid-escape.
Chronoa slowly turned her head toward the massive shadow of Milan's dad.
"…H-hello… sir…"
Flame Monarch leaned down, eyes narrowing.
"Why are you on top of my son?"
Chronoa exploded into a blushing mess.
"I—I—IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE—!!
THE BODY—THE INSTINCT—THE SYSTEM—MILAN FIXED THE WORLD WRONG—!!!"
Milan cried:
"I DIDN'T DO IT ON PURPOSE—!!"
Flame Monarch inhaled.
"Hmm."
He circled them like a tiger.
"Your aura syncs.
Your vessels resonate.
You chased him.
He ran.
You caught him.
He didn't break free."
Chronoa died inside.
"PLEASE…
DON'T ANALYZE IT…!!!"
The Demon King stopped in front of Milan.
"You.
If you break her heart…
I will break your soul."
Milan saluted.
"YES SIR I WILL NEVER BREAK ANYTHING SIR—!!"
Emilia giggled evilly.
"Aww~ young love."
Chronoa's soul left her body.
Chronoa's Time Authority Reacts to Her Feelings for Milan
As Chronoa tried to hide behind a mountain,
her body trembling from embarrassment—
a small silver clock sigil appeared over her heart.
Her eyes widened.
"…This is—"
Milan approached carefully.
"Chronoa… is that your Time Authority?"
Chronoa placed a claw over her heart.
The sigil glowed brighter when Milan got close.
Chronoa whispered:
"…Time reacts to emotions.
It anchors itself to the strongest feeling."
She looked away, mortified.
"And it's reacting to… you."
Milan froze.
"…In what way?"
Chronoa's voice cracked.
"Like…
like a 'chosen timeline.'
Like you're…
my fixed point."
Milan's wings twitched.
"Fixed point…?
Like destiny?"
Chronoa shook her head.
"No.
Stronger.
As long as you're alive…
my timeline can't collapse."
Milan's heart skipped.
Chronoa's voice softened.
"…Milan…
I think I'm bonded to you emotionally, not biologically."
Milan swallowed hard.
"…Chronoa—"
She covered her face.
"DON'T LOOK AT ME—!!!"
Her tail wagged in embarrassment.
The World System Officially Declares Them the Monarch Pair
Suddenly—
DING—!!!
A system window appeared above the entire sky.
Every being on the planet looked up.
"ANNOUNCEMENT TO ALL REALMS:"
Dragons froze.
Elves froze.
Demons froze.
Even gods froze.
Then the message expanded:
"THE DRAGON MONARCH PAIR HAS BEEN CHOSEN."
KING: MILAN
QUEEN: CHRONOA
Milan:
"…Oh no."
Chronoa:
"…no no no no no—"
The system wasn't done.
"PAIR STATUS: SOUL-BONDED"
"Vessel Resonance: 100%"
"Instinct Level: CRITICAL"
"Breeding Compatibility: PERFECT"
Chronoa fainted on the spot.
THUD.
Milan also fainted.
THUD.
Khushi:
"…this is the funniest apocalypse I've ever seen."
The gods bowed.
The dragons celebrated.
The Demon Realm threw a festival.
And the world officially recognized:
Milan and Chronoa
are the one true Monarch Pair.
chapter: A God's Burden, a Dragon's Instinct, and a Confession
The world had just declared Milan and Chronoa the Monarch Pair.
Both fainted.
Khushi stood between two gigantic unconscious dragon monarchs, completely done with life.
"…I should have just stayed home."
The Gods Ask Milan to Repair World Laws
When Milan finally woke up, he was lying in a crater shaped like his gigantic body.
A circle of gods stood around him.
All kneeling.
Sky God:
"Your Majesty… please help us fix the world."
Storm God:
"Your awakening shattered the outer realms—"
Earth God:
"Volcanoes erupted—"
Water Goddess:
"Tsunamis hit six continents—"
Sky God:
"And please… PLEASE turn off the mating pressure. Even the angels have fainted."
Milan sat up slowly, groggy.
"…Why are you all here?"
Sky God gulped.
"You are the Unwritten King.
Your existence is rewriting reality even while you sleep."
Milan blinked.
"…Oops."
Chronoa, still asleep nearby, released a soft aura pulse.
BOOM.
All the gods collapsed face-first into the snow.
Earth God sobbed:
"HELP US—!!
She's too powerful—!!"
Lightning hit the ground as the Storm God wailed:
"If you two ever kiss, the universe might reboot—!!!"
Milan stood, sweating.
"Calm down! I won't kiss her—!!"
Chronoa shifted in her sleep.
Immediately, time froze 5 seconds then resumed.
The gods screamed again.
"YOU SEE—!?
EVEN HER DREAMS AFFECT TIME—!!"
Milan raised his hand.
"Alright, alright—
I'll repair the world laws.
I'll stabilize reality again."
The gods bowed so fast their heads hit the ground.
"THANK YOU—OH GREAT MONARCH KING!"
Sky God whispered:
"And please…
try not to… breed until the world stabilizes."
Milan's entire soul left his body.
Chronoa's Maternal Dragon Instinct Activates Around Khushi
Chronoa finally woke.
Her silver eyes opened—soft, glowing, still dizzy.
"M-Milan…?
Where are—"
She spotted Khushi standing nervously at the edge of the crater.
Chronoa froze.
Her body acted first.
Her wings spread around Khushi, pulling her into a warm protective shelter.
"Khushi…
Are you cold?
Hungry?
Scared…?"
Khushi blinked.
"Uh… Chronoa…?"
Chronoa nuzzled her head gently against Khushi's hair.
Khushi screamed.
"ARE YOU TRYING TO EAT ME—??"
Chronoa shook her giant head.
"No…
Maternal instinct.
You're small… fragile…
I must protect you."
Khushi:
"I'm not your baby—!!!"
Chronoa tucked her tail around her anyway.
"Too late.
I imprinted you."
Khushi:
"TAKE IT BACK—!!"
Milan sighed.
"She can't.
Dragon instincts pick one thing to protect when stressed.
Chronoa picked you."
Khushi sobbed into the snow.
"WHY ME—?!"
Chronoa lovingly patted her with a giant claw.
"There, there."
Khushi:
"THAT'S NOT COMFORTING—!!!"
Milan and Chronoa Finally Talk Honestly About Their Feelings
Later—after forcing the gods to leave—
Milan sat beside Chronoa on a frozen ridge.
Both still in monarch bodies, but calmer.
Chronoa hugged her knees to her chest, large wings folded around her.
"…Milan?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you hate me now?"
Milan turned to her.
"Why would I hate you?"
She looked down sadly.
"Because I caused… all this mess.
If I didn't awaken…
If my authority didn't resonate with yours…
If my instincts didn't chase you—"
Milan gently touched her claw with his claw.
"You didn't cause this.
We both did.
Together."
Chronoa's breath caught.
Milan continued:
"I'm not mad.
Not even embarrassed."
Chronoa whispered:
"Liar…"
Milan blushed.
"…Okay, a little embarrassed.
But I'm not angry."
Chronoa's eyes brightened—
hopeful, vulnerable.
"…Really?"
Milan looked directly at her glowing silver dragon eyes.
"Yes.
Chronoa… you saved me.
You protected me.
You fought the Creator for me.
You nearly died for me."
Chronoa swallowed hard.
"Milan… I didn't do it because of instinct."
Milan blinked.
"…Then why?"
Chronoa took a breath—
deep, shaky—
her voice trembling.
"Because I…
I love you."
The air froze.
Milan felt his heart slam against his ribs.
Time stilled.
Possibility shimmered.
Fate held its breath.
Chronoa continued softly:
"Even before the vessels…
even before the world declared us mates…
I loved you as me."
Milan inhaled sharply.
His voice cracked.
"Chronoa… I—"
She shook her head quickly.
"You don't have to say anything now.
Just… don't push me away."
Milan smiled softly.
"…I won't."
Chronoa's tail wrapped around his ankle unconsciously.
Milan didn't pull away.
Chronoa's cheeks flushed bright silver.
The system chimed:
"EMOTIONAL RESONANCE DETECTED."
"MONARCH PAIR BOND: 120% COMPATIBILITY."
Both dragons blushed.
Khushi yelled from behind:
"CAN YOU TWO STOP ACCIDENTALLY FLIRTING WITH GOD-TIER INTENSITY? I'M COLD!!"
Chronoa and Milan both glared at her.
Then quietly smiled.
The first gentle moment between gods-who-became-dragons
had finally begun.
Milan Stabilizes World Laws With Chronoa's Help
Milan extended his claws, and the cosmic world-law web spread before him like a vast living clockwork. Chronoa stepped beside him, the sigils of Time pulsing gently beneath her scales.
The world trembled, waiting.
"Chronoa… ready?" Milan asked softly.
Chronoa nodded, cheeks still glowing silver.
"Just… don't let go."
They placed claws together.
Thump—
Thump—
Their hearts synced.
The world calmed.
Volcanoes cooled.
Ice stabilized.
Dragons stopped fainting.
Gods finally breathed normally.
"WORLD LAW RESYNCHRONIZATION COMPLETE."
Chronoa's eyes softened.
"…Your heartbeat feels warm."
Milan smiled faintly.
"Yours feels… peaceful."
Chronoa nearly fainted from fluster.
Chronoa Gets EXTREMELY Flustered When Milan Touches Her Core
The system chimed:
"POWER SYNC: 80%
CORE CONTACT REQUIRED FOR 100% STABILITY."
Chronoa froze.
"CORE—WHAT!?!?"
Milan blinked.
"…What's wrong with touching cores?"
Chronoa shook violently.
"Milan…
core contact is basically the dragon equivalent of…
k-k-k—"
Milan tilted his head.
"K… what?"
Chronoa screamed:
"KISSING THE SOUL!!!"
Milan froze.
"Oh."
Chronoa covered her face with her wings.
"I CAN'T DO THAT—MY HEART WILL STOP—!!"
Milan backed up quickly.
"O-okay! No core contact! We're already stable anyway!"
Chronoa curled up, glowing bright silver from embarrassment.
Demon King Arrives to Warn About Dragon Mating Season
A massive flame shadow descended, scorching the clouds.
Flame Monarch landed beside Milan, radiating authority.
He crossed his arms.
"Son.
We need to talk."
Chronoa hid behind Milan like a shy dragon.
Flame Monarch sighed.
"…So this is the girl who chased you across three continents?"
Chronoa blushed violently.
"That—THAT WAS MY BODY—NOT ME—!!"
Emilia smirked.
"Aww~ Our little Chronoa developed instincts early."
Chronoa died inside.
The Demon King grew serious.
"Listen carefully.
Dragon mating season begins in two days.
Monarch pairs lose reason.
Instinct takes over."
Milan:
"…So?"
Emilia facepalmed.
"So if your vessels trigger the bond—
you two will LEVEL the continents."
Chronoa fainted again.
Khushi yelled:
"CAN YOU TWO PLEASE STOP BREAKING NATURE BY ACCIDENT?!"
The Demon Queen stepped forward, smiling gently.
"Chronoa dear, don't worry.
You'll be fine.
Just stay close to Milan.
He stabilizes your aura."
Chronoa whispered:
"…Don't say it like that…"
Her tail secretly wrapped around Milan's again.
chapter: A Choice Between Instinct and Freedom
The world calmed after the Monarch discussion.
The sun dipped low, lighting the frost-continent in gold.
Chronoa sat on a ridge with her knees hugged to her chest, wings folded, tail curled tightly. Even in her great dragon form, she looked… small.
Afraid.
Milan walked slowly toward her.
"…Chronoa?"
She didn't turn.
"Are you here to scold me too…?
For instincts I didn't choose?"
Milan sat beside her quietly.
"I'm here to listen."
Chronoa's eyes trembled slightly.
"…I don't want to hurt you. Or the world. Or anyone."
Her voice cracked.
"And if mating season comes…
I'll lose myself."
Milan inhaled.
"…Then we remove it."
Chronoa's head snapped toward him.
"W-WHAT?! HOW—?!"
Milan placed a hand over her heart.
Soft golden threads of Possibility spiraled out, wrapping around both their giant dragon bodies.
Chronoa panicked.
"M-Milan wait—! What are you—?!"
"Relax."
Milan whispered something the system had never heard before:
"System command: Return both Monarch Vessels to juvenile state.
Erase mating instincts.
Erase adult biological functions.
Keep all powers intact."
Chronoa's eyes widened.
"…Y-you're reverting us to—kids?!"
Milan nodded.
"It's the safest way.
We'll still be powerful.
Still Monarchs.
Still us.
Just… no instincts.
No cycle.
No danger."
Chronoa stared at him—
and her eyes softened.
"…You'd really become a child again… just to protect me?"
Milan's voice warmed.
"To protect both of us."
FLASH—!
Their giant adult bodies shrank at once, collapsing into much smaller forms.
Two ten-year-old dragonlings sat in the snow:
– fluffy manes
– chubby cheeks
– small horns
– wide eyes
Chronoa looked at her tiny claws.
"…I'M SMALL—!!"
Milan stared at his equally tiny form.
"…I didn't expect us to be this small."
Khushi screamed:
"AWWWWWWWWWW!! BOTH OF YOU LOOK LIKE BABY DRAGONS!! I CAN'T—!!!"
Chronoa covered her face.
"THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING—!!"
Milan laughed.
"At least we won't destroy the world with instincts."
Chronoa slowly lowered her claws.
Then she smiled.
A small, soft, silver smile.
"…Thank you, Milan."
Chronoa Sleeps Beside Milan Unconsciously (Chaos Ensues)
Later that night, as the frost winds blew softly—
Milan slept curled into a small golden puffball.
Chronoa slept next to him.
Unconsciously, her tiny dragon body scooted closer…
closer…
closer…
and rested her head on Milan's back.
Milan woke up halfway.
"…Chronoa?"
Chronoa mumbled sleepily:
"Milan… warm…"
She wrapped her tail around him like a blanket.
Khushi peaked into the cave.
"…I swear I'm going to die from the cuteness."
Emilia stepped behind her.
"They look like two tiny dumplings."
Flame Monarch stared blankly.
"…Is this really my son…?"
The Demon Queen squealed.
"THEY'RE PRACTICALLY HATCHLINGS—!!"
Chronoa unconsciously hugged Milan tighter.
Milan whispered:
"…Goodnight, Chronoa."
Her tiny tail wagged.
The World System Announces a New "Monarch Trial"
At sunrise—
DING—!!!
A system window enveloped ALL continents.
"ANNOUNCEMENT TO ALL REALMS:"
"THE JUVENILE MONARCH PAIR MUST COMPLETE THE TRIAL OF WORLDS."
Milan and Chronoa both looked up.
Chronoa:
"What trial!?"
System:
"Monarch Trial:
Each must travel a different continent.
Each must learn the laws of their chosen realm.
Each must return stronger…
Or balance will collapse."
Milan's eyes widened.
"…We have to separate?"
Chronoa's breath caught.
Her heart… squeezed painfully.
"Separate?
But… why?"
System:
"Because a Monarch who only knows one land… cannot rule all lands."
Chronoa looked down.
"…So I must stay in my kingdom."
Milan clenched his small fists.
"And I have to travel."
The system nodded.
"Correct."
Chronoa lowered her head.
"…I knew this would happen."
Milan looked at her gently.
"I don't want to leave you."
Chronoa whispered.
"…Then don't."
Milan swallowed.
"Chronoa…
We're Monarchs now.
If we ignore the trial… the world will collapse again."
Chronoa's tiny form shook.
"…But I finally got to stay by your side…"
Her voice was barely audible.
"I don't want to lose that."
Milan slowly placed his little head against hers.
"You won't lose me."
Chronoa's eyes watered.
"You promise…?"
"I promise."
Chronoa leaned into his touch, fragile and emotional.
For the first time—
she let the vulnerability fully out.
"…Then please come back soon, Milan."
He nodded firmly.
"I will."
Demon Realm Invites Them for a Ceremony
Before they separated—
A portal of crimson flame opened.
The Demon King stepped out in full ceremonial armor.
"Milan.
Chronoa.
You two must come to the Demon Realm."
Chronoa blinked.
"…Me too?"
The Demon Queen smiled warmly.
"Of course, dear. You're family now."
Chronoa's face turned pure silver.
"F-Family…"
The Demon King nodded.
"The ceremony will grant you both the Demon Realm's protection.
Even as children.
Even when separated."
Emilia added:
"And it will stop any god from interfering with your trials."
Milan perked up.
"So it's a protection ritual?"
The Demon King smiled.
"Exactly.
A Monarch should never walk the world alone without blessings."
Chronoa looked at Milan, eyes soft and trembling.
"…Then let's receive it together."
Milan nodded.
"Together."
They stepped toward the portal—
small bodies, huge destinies—
and behind them the frost wind whispered like a farewell.
The Demon Realm ceremony had been completed in grandeur.
Milan and Chronoa stood together at the edge of a vast black-crystal balcony overlooking the crimson horizon.
Their small juvenile dragon bodies glowed gold and silver in the light.
The world was preparing to separate them.
Chronoa's tail trembled.
Milan's eyes, calm and focused, watched the horizon.
Milan Departs for the First Continent; Chronoa Watches Him Go
The world system chimed:
"Trial Commencement:
Monarch King → Human Continent
Monarch Queen → Frozen Realm"
Chronoa took a sharp breath.
"…So it's really happening."
Milan nodded.
"Time is efficient.
The sooner the trial starts, the better."
Chronoa's wings lowered.
"…You're not sad?"
Milan blinked.
"Sad?
It's inefficient to waste energy on emotional instability.
We need to complete the trial to stabilize world balance."
Chronoa stared.
"…So you're not sad…"
Milan tilted his head, confused.
"I don't understand.
Why would I be sad?
I'll come back."
Chronoa's heart cracked —
because he said it so simply.
So logically.
So naïvely.
"…You don't understand because you don't feel it," she whispered.
Milan blinked again.
"Feel… what?"
Chronoa looked down.
"…Never mind."
A Slow-Burn, Intimate Moment Before Parting
The portal to Milan's trial continent opened — blazing golden light.
Milan stepped forward.
Chronoa suddenly grabbed his claw.
"…Wait."
Milan looked at her, confused.
"Is something wrong?"
Chronoa's voice shook.
"Yes.
Everything."
She stepped closer.
The world softened.
Wind stopped.
Even the Demon King turned away to give them privacy.
Chronoa leaned her forehead against Milan's.
Their breath mixed.
Their hearts synced naturally.
"…Milan," she whispered, "before you go… can I have something?"
Milan blinked, logical and very naïve.
"What do you need?
A spell?
A physical object?
A security guarantee?
A map—"
Chronoa gently touched his lips with her claw.
"Not an object."
Milan fell silent.
Chronoa bit her lip, then whispered:
"…I want a memory.
Of us.
Together."
She lifted her small face and touched her forehead to his again, eyes trembling.
"You said you'd come back.
I want… something to hold onto until then."
Milan's chest tightened —
not understanding love,
but understanding sincerity.
So he placed his forehead against hers fully,
claws intertwined,
tails brushing softly.
Chronoa's breath hitched.
"…Thank you."
To Milan, it was simply a logical gesture of reassurance.
To Chronoa, it was the most intimate moment of her life.
Chronoa Breaks Down Emotionally Before Milan Leaves
When Milan finally turned toward the portal—
Chronoa couldn't hold it anymore.
"M-Milan!!"
Milan turned, puzzled.
Chronoa ran to him, tiny claws grabbing his arm.
Tears spilled from her silver eyes.
"I know you'll come back but—
I'm scared!
I'm scared something will happen!
I'm scared the world will take you away, like it took… everything!"
Milan froze.
"…Chronoa," he said calmly, "fear is a projection of hypothetical loss, not reality. Statistically—"
She choked out a tearful laugh.
"Y-you talk like that even now…"
Chronoa buried her face in his chest.
"I love you, you idiot…
and you don't even realize it…"
Milan's body stiffened.
"…Chronoa.
Love is an abstract construct with multiple definitions—"
"STOP BEING LOGICAL RIGHT NOW!!"
Chronoa hit him with her tiny wing.
"I'm crying!
I'm scared!
And you're calculating probabilities—!!"
Milan paused.
Then he gently placed a claw on her head.
"…I don't fully understand love.
I don't fully understand emotions like you do."
Chronoa hiccuped.
"But…"
Milan continued softly:
"But I understand you care about me.
And I understand I want to return to you.
So I will."
Chronoa froze.
Her tears stopped.
"…You want to return to me?"
Milan nodded calmly.
"Yes.
I calculated it.
When I am near you, my core stabilizes by 37%.
My emotional balance increases by 52%.
And my peace of mind—"
He paused.
"…I like being with you."
Chronoa's heart melted completely.
"…You… idiot…
You just confessed in the most logical way possible…"
She hugged him again—
tight, trembling, warm.
Milan stiffened, confused.
"…Is this the correct response?"
Chronoa cried into his chest.
"…It's perfect."
Milan looked at her one last time, calm and logical.
"Chronoa.
Wait for me."
Chronoa wiped her tears.
"I will.
No matter how long it takes."
Milan stepped into the portal.
Chronoa watched him go—
small, trembling, heart aching
but full of a new determination.
When the portal closed, she whispered:
"…I'll become strong enough…
so that next time…
you won't have to leave me."
Her tears fell like silver snow.
The world listened.
chapter: The Weight of a Kingdom on a Young Dragon's Shoulders
The Frost Dragon Kingdom was a land of endless blue ice, sky-high glaciers, and crystalline forests that shimmered with ancient magic. Now, at its center, a young silver dragon stood where an ancient giant once ruled.
Chronoa.
Tiny body.
Huge responsibility.
Even bigger fear of messing everything up.
All Frost Dragons gathered below her throne balcony — thousands of icy eyes waiting for her command.
Chronoa swallowed.
"…I didn't ask for this…"
Her voice cracked softly.
Her best friend — the previous Frost Monarch — had stepped down after Chronoa was chosen by world law.
Not because he was weak.
Not because he wanted to.
But because his title had been overwritten the moment Chronoa became Milan's mate.
He stood beside her now — proud, but quietly sad.
"You'll do well," he whispered.
Chronoa looked at her tiny trembling claws.
"…I'm a child in a child's body."
"But a Monarch in spirit."
Her friend smiled warmly.
"And Milan trusted you."
Chronoa flinched at his name.
Chronoa Struggles to Control Her Kingdom While Missing Milan
The first day was chaos.
She had to:
– Approve frost elf border requests
– Keep dragons from picking fights with demons
– Balance the mana flows of the Holy Frost Tree
– Listen to elf complaints
– Stop young frost dragons from freezing each other
– Prevent avalanches
– Prevent herself from crying every hour
Every time someone said "Your Majesty," her tail curled nervously.
By evening, she collapsed on her throne, exhausted.
"…Milan…
how did you do this in your continent?
How do you think so logically… so calmly?"
She pressed a tiny claw to her forehead.
"…I want to see you."
Her voice echoed in the empty ice hall.
A PRIVATE MOMENT — Chronoa's Memory
Chronoa curled into a ball inside her personal ice nest.
She closed her eyes.
And remembered Milan's last smile…
His calm…
logical…
completely romance-stupid smile…
"…Chronoa, this separation is 93% survivable.
Emotionally, statistically, logically — I'll return."
In her memory, he smiled again:
THE MOST RIDICULOUSLY NEAT, PERFECTLY STRAIGHT, TOO-CALM SMILE
that only Milan could produce.
Chronoa snorted involuntarily.
"…That stupid smile…
why is it so cute—?!"
She tried to imitate it.
Her small dragon face stretched unnaturally straight.
Eyes staring blankly.
Mouth forming the stiffest line.
It was so logical it almost looked painful.
She looked like a dragon trying to do math.
She burst into flustered giggles.
"…I look ridiculous…
just like him…"
Her cheeks turned glowing silver.
"…I miss that stupid logical face…"
She buried her face under her wings.
"…Milan, come back soon…"
The System Assigns Chronoa Her Own Trial
The world system suddenly chimed.
DING—!!!
Chronoa sat upright.
"…N-no way—"
"TRIAL ANNOUNCEMENT — MONARCH QUEEN (CHRONOA)"
"Your trial:
Restore the Holy Frost Tree before it withers."
Chronoa's blood froze.
"…withers…?
But the Frost Tree hasn't withered in 100,000 years—!"
The system continued:
"Because its guardian left the realm (YOU),
its roots destabilize."
Chronoa fell silent.
Her little heart throbbed painfully.
"…So the world…
won't let me leave."
The system softened its voice:
"Your duty, Queen:
Protect your home.
Protect your people.
Grow strong enough to stand beside your King."
Chronoa closed her eyes.
Tears dropped onto the ice floor.
"…I understand."
Her voice trembled.
"…If this is my trial…
I'll complete it."
She rose, shaking, but determined.
Tiny dragon.
Huge heart.
She stepped toward the Holy Frost Tree — glowing blue, but flickering.
And whispered:
"…Milan.
While you walk your world…
I'll save mine."
Her wings spread —
small, but shining with time's authority.
She took her first step as a true Monarch.
Frost Elves Doubt Chronoa
The Frost Elf council gathered beneath the Holy Frost Tree.
Their blue-gold eyes watched Chronoa—
now a tiny 10-year-old silver dragon—
attempting to stabilize the tree's mana flow.
One elf whispered:
"…She's just a child."
Another worried:
"She can't replace the former Frost Monarch."
A third frowned:
"What if she fails? Our tree… our land…"
Chronoa heard everything.
Her tail lowered.
Her heartbeat hurt.
But she whispered softly—
"…Even if I'm small…
I'll protect you.
All of you."
The elves fell silent.
Some softened.
Some doubted.
But Chronoa continued working, tiny claws glowing with time magic, even as her shoulders trembled.
Milan Senses Chronoa's Sadness
Far across the world, Milan walked through the Human Continent forest—
analyzing terrain, studying laws, observing mana flows logically—
when suddenly…
His core flickered.
A single ping of silver light passed through his heart.
Milan stopped walking.
"…Chronoa?"
His logical mind analyzed the signal automatically:
SIGNAL TYPE: Emotional Resonance
ORIGIN: Frost Continent
INTENSITY: 72% (high sadness)
Milan placed a hand on his small chest.
"…She's crying."
His brows tightened—
not in panic,
but in pure, focused seriousness.
"I need to finish my trial quickly."
He looked toward the horizon.
"…She's waiting."
Then he started running.
Logical mind.
Soft heart.
Chronoa Meets an Ancient Ice Spirit Who Knew Her Mother
Night fell.
The Frost Tree glowed faintly—
weaker than before.
Chronoa placed her tiny claw against its bark.
"…Please hold on…"
A cold wind swept around her.
But it wasn't ordinary wind.
It was older.
Wiser.
A soft voice echoed:
"Do not cry, little Chronoa."
Chronoa gasped and turned.
A tall, elegant figure made of shimmering frost stood before her—
hair like falling snow,
eyes like frozen stars.
An Ice Spirit.
The most ancient kind.
Chronoa whispered:
"…Who… who are you?"
The spirit smiled sadly.
"I knew your mother.
The last Queen of Time."
Chronoa froze.
"…My… mother?"
The spirit nodded, kneeling before her small form.
"She told me… one day her daughter would inherit both frost and time.
And that she would cry often."
Chronoa's eyes filled with tears.
"…She said that…?"
The spirit touched her gently.
"Your mother was strong…
but she was lonely too."
Chronoa's voice cracked.
"…Like me…"
The spirit brushed her cheek.
"You're not alone.
Your King walks the world, but his heart beats beside yours."
Chronoa closed her eyes.
"…I miss him."
The spirit chuckled softly.
"All Monarchs do.
But first—
you must save our tree."
Chronoa sniffed and stood straighter.
"…Teach me."
The spirit's smile widened.
"With pleasure."
The Holy Frost Tree pulsed—
Silver light.
Blue mana.
Time sigils.
Chronoa stepped forward, tears still drying.
"…For Milan.
For my people.
For this world."
The Ice Spirit whispered:
"You truly are your mother's daughter."
And the trial began.
A Monarch Accepted, A Tree Saved, A Secret Revealed
The Holy Frost Tree pulsed faintly, its blue glow weakening like a heartbeat fading.
Chronoa stood before it—
tiny, trembling, determined.
The Ancient Ice Spirit hovered at her side.
"Little Chronoa," he whispered, "the tree responds to your emotion.
But it grows from your resolve."
Chronoa inhaled deeply.
Her breath turned to shining frost-mist.
"I won't lose it.
I won't lose my home.
I won't fail like I did before."
She placed her small silver claw on the frozen bark.
A pulse of time magic rippled outward—
the same gentle softness Milan once brought her.
The Ice Spirit's eyes widened.
"…Your time authority is awakening."
Chronoa's scales glowed:
Silver.
Blue.
White.
Her tiny body lifted off the ground as mana flowed through her.
The Spirit whispered:
"Remember your mother's words.
'Time blooms in those who cherish the present.'"
Chronoa's heart throbbed.
She cherished:
– Milan's logical smile
– His calm voice
– His tiny return-promise
– His rational honesty
– The feeling of being understood
Her eyes filled with tears, but her voice was steady.
"I cherish him.
And I cherish this home."
She pressed her claw deeper—
FLASH—!!!
Blue lightning spread across the land.
Ancient runes reactivated.
Ice pillars lit up.
Frozen rivers sparkled awake.
The entire Frost Continent shook in awe.
The Holy Frost Tree's withering branches sprouted crystal leaves again.
Life returned.
Mana stabilized.
The tree glowed brighter than ever before.
Chronoa landed softly—
exhausted but smiling.
"It's… done," she whispered.
Frost Elves Accept Chronoa as Their Monarch
The Frost Elves had been watching from afar.
Silent.
Uncertain.
Until the moment the Frost Tree's light burst across the sky.
One by one, they knelt.
First the High Priest.
Then the Guardians.
Then the warriors.
Then the children.
And finally—
the entire Frost Elf nation.
Their voices rose together:
"Hail the Frost Queen!"
"Hail Chronoa!"
"Our Monarch!"
"Our Savior!"
Chronoa's breath caught.
"…Me…?
You accept… me?"
The High Priest bowed deeply.
"You revived our sacred tree.
You carry the power of time and frost.
And you cherish our land."
Chronoa's eyes sparkled with tears she couldn't hold back.
"I…
I'll protect all of you.
I promise."
The elves smiled.
"For the first time in centuries…
we believe you will."
Chronoa lowered her head respectfully—
and the Frost Continent truly accepted her.
An Ancient Secret About Chronoa's Mother Is Revealed
When the elves dispersed,
the Ancient Ice Spirit remained beside her.
Chronoa looked up at him.
"…You said you knew my mother."
The spirit nodded slowly.
"I did."
Chronoa's small voice trembled.
"…Who was she?"
The spirit closed his eyes.
"She was a Chrono-Frost Hybrid.
One of a kind.
And she carried something no other being ever had."
Chronoa's heart raced.
"…What did she carry?"
The spirit held out his hand.
A glowing ice sigil appeared—
shaped like a clock surrounded by snow petals.
"The Eternal Winter Core."
Chronoa's pupils shrank.
"That's…!"
The spirit nodded.
"It is a relic of the True Creator.
A core that binds time with frost.
The power to stop eras.
To freeze destinies."
Chronoa stepped back.
"M-My mother had that…?!"
The spirit smiled sadly.
"And I believe…
she passed it to you."
Chronoa's entire body froze.
"W-what…?"
The spirit tapped her small chest gently.
"Feel your heart, child.
Doesn't your time aura…
feel colder than before?"
Chronoa clutched her chest—
silver-blue light flickered.
A power unlike anything she had known stirred inside her.
"…I have her power…
inside me?"
The spirit nodded.
"And you will need it.
To protect your King.
To protect your realm.
To protect yourself."
Chronoa closed her eyes—
her tears stopped.
Her voice steadied.
"…Thank you."
The spirit bowed.
"Your mother would be proud."
Chronoa looked toward the distant horizon—
toward where Milan had gone.
"…I will master this power.
So next time we meet…
I'll stand beside him as an equal."
The Frost Continent glowed softly behind her.
She had grown stronger.
And her journey had only begun.
a New Companion
The Frost Continent glowed a deep, calm blue as night settled.
Chronoa sat beneath the Holy Frost Tree, silver scales dimly illuminated by the crystal branches.
She placed her tiny claw on her chest—
over the place where the Eternal Winter Core pulsed softly.
Chronoa Trains With the Eternal Winter Core
The Ancient Ice Spirit floated behind her.
"Close your eyes, child."
Chronoa obeyed, her breath forming silver mist.
"Feel the rhythm of time.
The silence of frost.
Let them align."
Chronoa inhaled—
thump… thump…
Her heartbeat slowed.
Cold intensified.
Mana spiraled around her like a gentle snowstorm.
"Good," the spirit whispered. "Now accept the Core."
Chronoa hesitated.
"It's… warm."
The spirit chuckled.
"That warmth is the memory of your mother."
Chronoa's eyes tightened.
She opened her claws—
and a spark of blue-white flame burst forth.
A flame colder than ice.
So cold it froze sound.
"…This is…?"
The spirit nodded.
"The Eternal Frostfire.
It burns eras instead of flesh.
Only you can control it."
Chronoa trembled in awe.
She lifted the flame gently.
It flickered like a soft heartbeat.
The spirit spoke:
"The Eternal Winter Core has three stages.
Your mother mastered only two."
Chronoa's eyes widened.
"…And the third?"
The spirit's voice dropped.
"The third stage can freeze…
any timeline."
Chronoa's breath hitched.
"…That's… too much."
The spirit nodded.
"And that is why you must train.
To protect others from it—
and protect yourself."
Chronoa bowed her head.
"I'll control it.
For Milan.
For this world.
For myself."
She held the Eternal Frostfire tighter—
and the flame answered her emotions, glowing brighter.
A New Character Appears: Ice Spirit Guardian Apprentice
As Chronoa focused on her flame training,
a small crystalline figure peeked from behind an ice pillar.
A child-like Ice Spirit, barely her size.
Silver eyes.
Frosty hair.
Cute round cheeks.
He hid nervously.
Chronoa blinked.
"…Who are you?"
The small spirit squeaked:
"M-my name is Freyin!
I'm the Ice Spirit Guardian Apprentice!"
Chronoa tilted her head.
"You're… a kid."
Freyin puffed his chest proudly.
"I-I'm 700 years old!"
Chronoa blinked again.
"…still a kid."
Freyin drooped.
"…Everyone says that."
The Ancient Spirit sighed dramatically.
"This little one insisted on helping you."
Freyin nodded quickly.
"I-I want to assist the Frost Queen!
I can carry messages!
Guide frost mana!
Guard the tree!
I'm very reliable—!"
He tripped on his own foot and faceplanted into snow.
Chronoa's eyes softened.
"…You're cute."
Freyin shot up, blushing.
"N-not cute!
I'm a warrior spirit!!"
Chronoa giggled softly.
She extended a small claw.
"Then come, Freyin.
Help me protect the Frost Tree."
Freyin's crystal cheeks glowed.
"Yes, my Queen!"
The Ancient Spirit smiled.
"You will not be alone anymore."
Chronoa looked at Freyin,and for the first time since Milan left—she felt a little less lonely.
Freyin hopped closer.
"I'll help you train!
And keep away anyone who bothers you!
Especially fire dragons!And demon kings!And—"Chronoa laughed.Her silver eyes gleamed like stars. "Thank you… Freyin."
The frost winds swirled warmly.
A new bond had formed. ---A new companion at her side.
And Chronoa—was beginning to grow into the Queen she was meant to be.
thank you
part end