The Silent Deity: Saiki Kusuo in Tensura

The night sky over the Storm Kingdom twinkled with stars, but none outshone the golden lights glowing from Veldora's palace. The air smelled of spice, roasted meats, and sweet fruits. The whole palace was alive with warmth, laughter, and the hum of celebration. The spar between Veldora and Velzard had ended just hours ago, but its echoes still filled every conversation.

Inside the grand banquet hall, an enormous table stretched across the room, so wide and long that food seemed to go on forever. Platters piled high with glazed meats, grilled fish, stewed vegetables, and exotic desserts from all corners of the world. Long crystal jugs of sparkling juice and fine wine shimmered in the candlelight.

The main table, at the center of it all, was packed with familiar faces—Veldora seated at the head with Velzard to his right, Benimaru, Shion, and Souei nearby, with Diablo, Testarossa, Ultima, and Carrera all seated in royal comfort. Gobta and Geld were somewhere between fighting over a honey-glazed roast and arm wrestling with wine mugs.

And above it all, invisible and completely unbothered by the chatter below, floated Saiki Kusuo, legs crossed on his psychic sofa, spooning coffee jelly into his mouth while flipping a manga page without using his hands.

"—and then boom! I swear the whole arena shook like it was gonna collapse!" Gobta shouted, nearly choking on a meat skewer. "If Shuna didn't hold me back, I would've run for the hills!"

Everyone laughed—except Shuna, who just smiled and patted Gobta on the head.

"You did run," she said gently.

Gobta's face turned red. "D-Did not!"

Benimaru grinned. "Lord Veldora, I have to say... That match with Lady Velzard was something else. You held back, didn't you?"

Veldora leaned back in his tall chair, legs crossed like a noble emperor, sipping from a cup of rose tea like it was some divine elixir. He wore his signature smug grin, but his tone had the calm wisdom of a seasoned ruler.

"Of course," he said smoothly. "A true king does not crush his guests... especially if said guest is his sister with an ancient temper."

That earned a quiet "Tch" from Velzard, who sipped her wine calmly, though a faint blush betrayed her pride.

Veldora turned to her and smiled warmly.

"But sister," he continued, this time with a sincerity that softened the mood, "you've grown, too. Not just in strength, but in patience. You allowed yourself to see what I've built... not just what I can destroy."

Velzard paused, gazing down at her cup. The past version of her brother was wild, loud, impulsive. But the man sitting beside her now? He was still fun—maybe too much at times—but there was a presence about him. Something solid. Like a king.

"You've changed," she said, almost in a whisper. "And I respect that. You're... not just Veldora the Storm Dragon anymore. You're Veldora—the king, the leader."

Testarossa, sitting across from them, rested her chin in her palm with a smile. "He even uses words like 'presence' and 'diplomacy' now." (jokingly of course).

Carrera snorted. "Yeah, but now he leads with reason. Very classy."

Ultima giggled. "Maybe we should call him Emperor Veldora the Wise?"

Shion dramatically stood up with a ladle like it was a royal scepter. "Long live the wise and mighty king of storms!!"

The entire room erupted into laughter.

Saiki, floating above them, sighed.

"These idiots..." he thought.

But his lips tugged into the slightest of smirks.

"Wisdom," Veldora said, standing now, his voice naturally commanding the room, "comes not from age or power, but from knowing when to listen. My kingdom is strong not because I command it... but because I believe in the people who build it."

Everyone grew quiet.

He gestured to Benimaru, Shuna, Souei, then to the demons, to Gobta, even Hakuro seated at the far end. "Each of you has played a part in shaping this land. I do not lead above you—I lead with you."

Velzard stared at him, genuinely stunned.

"...Where did you get this quote from?" she whispered.

Veldora looked proud. "No. That one was mine."

Even Saiki, somewhere above, blinked.

"Okay... that was kinda good."

After the brief silence, the mood kicked back into high gear. Shion resumed handing out desserts. Diablo started explaining to Velzard why her ice magic would never beat Veldora's "perfect blend of elegance and unpredictable chaos," and Gobta began a toast... that turned into a hiccup halfway through.

Laughter, stories, and clinking glasses filled the air until late into the night. The banquet didn't feel like a formal royal dinner. It felt like a giant family reunion—with dragons, demons, warriors, and one invisible psychic narrator who wanted nothing more than to finish his jelly in peace.

In the Following Days....

The sun was just rising, casting a warm glow across the land. But in the corners of the world—behind closed doors and high castle walls—the light of dawn brought no peace.

Word had spread like wildfire.

"Did you hear? Veldora the Storm Dragon defeated Velzard, the Ice Empress!"

"And before that, he bested Guy Crimson! Who else can stand against him now?"

Taverns, noble halls, even merchants on the road were whispering the same tale. Veldora—once known as a reckless, wild force of nature—was now being spoken of as the strongest being alive. The kingdom he built, the Storm Kingdom, nestled in the heart of the Jura Forest, was now rumored to be untouchable.

And that didn't sit well with everyone.

The halls were decorated with red and gold, banners flowing down from tall pillars. Soldiers marched outside with precision, nobles whispered at the corners, and at the very top, seated on a lavish throne of obsidian and silver, was Rudra, the proud and cunning Emperor of the Eastern Empire.

He gripped the armrest of his throne as a noble advisor continued delivering reports.

"Your Majesty," the man said, bowing deeply, "the news is everywhere. Veldora's name is on the lips of every trader and emissary. Some are even calling him 'The Supreme Dragon King'."

Rudra's crimson eyes narrowed.

"Supreme...?" he muttered, voice low and sharp. "They dare say such things about him?"

A few nobles around him shifted nervously. Everyone knew that Rudra didn't like being overshadowed. His ambition had always been clear—dominate the entire continent, claim the Jura Forest, control all trade and passage routes, and become the undisputed ruler of the world.

But now... a certain dragon had gotten in the way.

"We underestimated him," Rudra said, rising slowly from his throne. "after his victory against Guy, his victory against Falmuth...and now this, i will not allow anyome to stand before my path..."

His words hung heavy in the air.

Dressed in sleek crimson armor, Velgrynd leaned against a polished marble pillar, arms crossed, eyes cool and half-closed. She wasn't just standing there as a general—she was Rudra's most powerful ally, and most feared weapon.

But now, she was silent. And that made Rudra uneasy.

"Velgrynd," he finally asked, "you've fought alongside me for years. What's your opinion of your brother now?"

Velgrynd slowly opened her eyes.

"He's no longer the fool you remember," she said simply. "He's changed. Stronger. Wiser."

Rudra's jaw clenched.

"So… would you still fight against him if I commanded it?"

The room tensed. Several advisors inhaled sharply.

Velgrynd didn't answer right away. She pushed off the pillar and stepped closer to the throne. Her heels echoed in the vast room. Then she stopped, meeting Rudra's gaze with her own.

"I stand by your side, Rudra. But I don't follow blind orders. If you plan to invade the Storm Kingdom," she said with a sharp edge in her tone, "you better have more than ambition to back it up."

There was silence.

"Because if you think I'll turn my blade on my brother—after what I saw him do—you're gravely mistaken."

And with that, she turned and left the chamber, leaving Rudra with clenched fists and a boiling mind.

Meanwhile, Throughout the World…

Nobles in Blumund, high priests in Ruberios, and even warrior clans in distant Sarion had begun sending envoys to the Storm Kingdom—not out of fear, but respect.

Even the Western Nations, who had once scoffed at the idea of a Dragon ruling a nation, now kept diplomats in the Jura Forest, eager to maintain peace with the rising power.

Traders flocked to its cities, drawn by the booming economy and unmatched safety on the roads. Soldiers across the continent whispered:

"Did you see how the Storm Guard marched during the duel announcement?"

"That's real discipline… They say even their weakest squad can wipe out a fortress."

"My cousin saw Veldora himself. Said he walked like a king from stories."

Goblins, orcs, lizardmen, and even human merchants mingled freely under the clear skies. The markets buzzed. The walls stood tall and gleaming. Children played and cheered Veldora's name.

"Lord Veldora!" a young boy shouted, wearing a carved wooden dragon mask.

Veldora had become more than a king—he was a symbol. Not of fear, but hope, strength, and change.

Inside his private estate, Veldora sat in his usual spot, one leg over the other, drinking tea like a noble lord—his Ainz-like demeanor still intact.

Diablo, Testarossa, Ultima, and Carrera sat nearby, as did Benimaru, Shion, Shuna, and Souei.

"It seems I have upset the world's balance again," Veldora said dramatically, sipping. "Perhaps I was too magnificent."

"You've become more than magnificent," Testarossa said, smiling slyly. "You've become... an obstacle."

"To some," Diablo added with a grin, "and a savior to others."

Veldora's eyes twinkled. But inside, he already knew... Rudra wouldn't sit quietly.