The Kingdom of Valtheron was the strongest kingdom in the north.
not just the north. It was the most powerful kingdom across all five continents.
The capital was surrounded by massive walls, fifty feet high and made from black granite mined from the Kalthor Mountains. The royal palace sat at the top of the highest hill, with golden domes gleaming under the sun and tall towers reaching into the clouds. Gardens, fountains, and marble statues of ancient heroes filled every corner.
Red and gold banners flew from each tower, all bearing the same symbol: a crowned lion, representing absolute power.
When night fell, thousands of torches illuminated the stone streets, making the palace look like a crown of fire burning in the darkness. Other kingdoms could only watch from a distance, caught between awe and envy, because this was where true power resided.
And the reason Valtheron stood above all others, the reason the entire world bowed in both fear and respect, came down to one man.
Ash von Krieger.
The world knew him as "The Great," the strongest swordmaster alive. His ice magic was legendary and feared across the continents. The tales told about him weren't mere stories—they were history. He was the man who froze an entire city in a single night using nothing but his own power.
Even the king himself had once knelt before Ash. Not as part of some ceremony or formality, but out of genuine respect.
That frozen city still stands today as a monument of ice, a permanent reminder of one simple truth: don't challenge Ash von Krieger.
But now, deep in the forest far from his kingdom, something impossible had happened to him
Something that no one would believe. Not the nobles who worshiped him, not the enemies who feared his name, not even the king who once knelt before him
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Deep in the forest, far from the golden palace and cheering crowds, there was a small wooden cabin.
Inside that cabin, someone was sleeping.
Morning sunlight came through the gaps in the wooden walls and fell on the bed in the corner, lighting up the person lying there. She had pale white skin, soft pink lips, and long white hair that spread across the pillow like silk. She was snoring softly, peaceful, with a strand of hair stuck to her slightly open mouth.
The sunlight slowly crept higher, warming her face.
Her thick eyebrows furrowed slightly, and then her eyes opened
Ice-blue eyes appeared—clear and beautiful, the kind of blue that never melts. Even right after waking up, she looked stunning in the morning light
She sat up slowly and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Her shoulder-length white hair fell forward around her face.
She was wearing a rough brown nightshirt and loose cotton pants. The fabric was cheap, but it couldn't hide her figure. The shirt was pulled tight across her chest, and her slim waist curved out into her hips. When she sat down, the shirt rode up a little, showing smooth skin on her thigh.
She yawned and stretched her arms high, arching her back. Then she stood up and walked over to a wooden bucket in the corner.
She bent down, scooped some water into her hands, and splashed it on her face.
The water rippled for a moment, then went still. A beautiful woman stared back at her from the reflection.
"I still can't get used to this face..."
Seven days ago, she had broad shoulders, a muscular chest, abs like stone, and the strong face of a warrior.
Now all of that was gone.
She let out a long sigh.
Ash von Krieger—The Great, the Strongest Swordmaster in the World—had become a woman.
A complete woman.