Galaxy's First Ruler

Planet VR-252

The redness of the Rosalia planet had always been mesmerizing to the locals and foreigners. But since last week, it took a step further in terms of beauty.

The entire planet looked like a bride, covered in a dress of rose petals. A dim but heart-pleasing red sunset had overtaken half of the planet, and in this half lay the vast manor. Manor of Earl Drago, the Head of House Venomous Rose.

The manor looked like a combination of Victorian palaces, topped by Islamic domes. It was of elegant white and engraved on its walls was the history of House Venomous Rose in sharp red color. A light breeze had surrounded the entire manor, bringing the fresh scent of millions of roses into its spacious chambers. And thousands of crocodile mouth red flying beasts were hovering around the castle, bringing the local nobles of the planet.

Inside the Earl's bedroom, Trifon was watching his father getting dressed. The clothing was still white, but there was an unearthly red beauty on it. On one side of the white greatcoat, there were green vines, and roses were blooming out of the vines like brilliant red pearls. Trifon's garments were more simple and cruder than that of his father, but still extravagant enough for a mere Viscount. Earl Drago had yet to declare the real Rank of Trifon, and was saving it for the moment after meeting the Marquess.

Trifon nudged his glasses and pretended like he cared nothing for his father's dressing.

"Ancestor is late. He should have come by now."

It was customary for the entire main family to remain present before the arrival of the other High Ranked Nobles from other planets. And despite the deep history of the House, there were only three members in the main family. Two of which were staring at each other right now.

Earl Drago, straightening any creases on his attire, smirked and said.

"Don't think too much about the working of Ancestor A…"

The little smile on Earl's face suddenly vanished as his words halted in between. Within a fraction of a second, Drago's face became incredibly grave, and even Trifon picked up on this abnormality. All pretenses had to be dropped seeing his father, an Earl, getting so serious over an unknown matter.

"Father, what is it?"

Earl Drago's heart was pounding from the impossibility of the thing he was sensing. He turned his head to look at Trifon, and his gaze gradually softened.

Sigh!

"Stay here! If I don't return, then… survive."

"FATHER…"

BOOM! BOOOOM!!!

Two booming sounds of breaking the limits of speed buried Trifon's scream. Through the glasses, the Great Pretender watched as Earl Drago flew away like a bullet towards the Everlasting Tower. Even if Trifon had the means to fly, he couldn't compete with the natural ability available to all Earls.

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At the top of the Everlasting Tower, over the red mirror-like floor, red ethereal fog came out and outlined the form of a 13 to 14-year-old girl.

Her hairs were of deep red, and there was a crown of thorns on her head. Her eyes were soft green, but now, there was also a deep disastrous feeling embedded within them. The entire planet's wind seemed to die down as she took a deep breath and prepared herself for the coming of doom.

BOOM!

From the distance, a booming sound originated. And in the next moment, Earl Drago could be seen hovering just outside the platform, towering above the layers of the cloud. The beauty of the sunset had receded, and stars had come into the sky. A distant arc of a half moon also seemed to struggle to rise above the horizon.

Earl Drago gave Rosalia a look and gently nodded.

"Ancient Oracle, have you done any prophecy related to this?"

Rosalia's eyes lost focus, as if she was contemplating her last prophecy and past. As her eyes landed on the ripples of the space, some hundreds meters away from her, she finally shook her head in refusal. But this refusal did nothing to calm the grave look in Drago's eyes. Nor did it prevent him from blurting out.

"Why in the hell a Duke is coming to our planet? And that too in such an open and crude manner?!"

Rosalia wasn't some dwarf planet nor was the House in its reign a simple one. Both the planet and the House had a deep history and their own secrets. The Mana field surrounding the planet was of Grade 5, an entire two grades above average. The countless battleships were like tiny moons orbiting the planet. And unknown to all, Rosalia herself had a layer of defense around the planet.

Without her knowledge, no one could enter or leave the planet.

So when the space within the planet showed signs of ripping apart from within, it could be nothing but an invasion. A type of invasion that could only be done by the Rank of a Duke. Who else in this entire Galaxy could even have the capabilities of the thing happening in front of Ancient Oracle's and Earl's eyes?

"Drago, you know what we have to do, right?"

Both the little girl and the man straightened their spines and shared a look of understanding. The space in front of them bulged as if something was poking it from within.

POKE!

Cr-Crack! Howuuu!!

Like a bubble, the space burst apart in a hole, and black thunder along with howling spatial winds came rushing out. But even before them came a long needle-like bill of a black and shadowy Swordfish. Its mouth was slightly open, and over its eyes was a curved cylindrical window pane. Its fins wreathed with thunderous sounds, and its tail flailed, creating wind out of nothing.

Rosalia's and Earl Drago's jaws dropped, seeing this incredible scene, as the entire Swordfish came out. The ruptured space behind it vanished, and the spare lightning bolts and gusts of spatial winds blurred as if they were illusions.

Both of their hearts skipped a beat as the spaceship hovered in front of them, and a door opened at its side. From the door didn't come out any grand figure nor any catastrophic burst of Mana. It was just a simple man.

This man had a one-horned black mask on his face. And the greatcoat over his body was darker than the dark night they had ever seen. There was a long pole on his back, whose tip was protruding over his head. As the man stepped out, the entire spaceship collapsed onto itself, scaring the hell out of these two figures, who were at the prime of this planet.

But before the man could fall, two bat-like wings came out of his back. With a furious flap of those wings, the man approached the Earl and Rosalia and stared at both of them.

"What's going on?"

The sheer shock on Drago's and Rosalia's faces had yet to go away. As the man casually voiced out a question, the first one to come out of reverie caused by this incredulous scene was Earl Drago.

"An… Ancestor…"

Gulp!

Only one word could come out of Earl's dry mouth before he had to gulp down a mouthful of saliva. Beside him, Rosalia knew the secret behind this man's identity, and thus, her shock was tremendously higher than that of Drago's. The man in question tilted his head and again asked.

"What is it? Am I late?"

A wry smile came over Earl Drago's face as all nervousness ran out of his pounding heart.

"Haha! Ancestor, how can you ever be late for something now?"