The Legendary Emperor King

With the manly voice of the Centurion in her ear, her eyes widened in amazement, and she took a step back. – A-Arthur...?! – she exclaimed, her eyes trembling.

…

In the training room of the amazons' palace on Protoss island, Alexia sat on the floor in a meditation position, controlling her breathing using the Art of the Amazons. "It's not about strength, or trying to focus, it's about freeing your ambitious mind!" she recited Arthur's words in her mind.

Sitting on the floor with crossed legs and her hands resting on her knees, she cultivated. "Do not waste your life on trying to learn the ways to win! But losing, losing is freeing yourself from everything! Free yourself, free yourself from yourself..." as she meditated, a blue mist appeared around her body, and she floated in a meditative position. "When what is perfect comes, you will..." she stopped reciting the words, and lost her concentration, and fell to the floor.

– Ahh... – she shouted running her hand over her buttock and sighed. – I've forgotten the rest that the lord taught me... – she stood up.

General Cassilda, standing behind Alexia with her mouth open, asked. – Were you able to use the Dragon King's Art absolute concentration technique?! – looking at the princess in amazement.

Alexia turned and looked at the general. – I didn't know that this was a concentration technique, but it was the king who taught me... – she said with a soft voice and an innocent face.

Cassilda approached and placed her hand on Alexia's shoulder, clearing her throat. – Teach me, please... – the general's eyes shining like a cat's.

Alexia raised eyebrow. – It's just a few phrases he told me to recite... – she sighed, looking at her with narrow eyes.

General Cassilda frowned. – Tell me what the phrases then, girl! But before that, what made you start training hard every day like this? – she asked, looking at Alexia's clear blue-yellow eyes.

Looking down, Alexia hid her face, red with embarrassment. – I'm tired of needing the help of others... – she whispered, looking away from the general.

Cassilda, with her hand on her chin, thought. "This girl has been using the absolute concentration technique of the Dragon King Art for the past few weeks and is already a Supreme Master. For someone who a month ago was a beginner who tripped over her own feet to have such an evolution... What happened to her?" she reasoned, analyzing Alexia's body.

– Do you know what type of weapon you are most comfortable with? – Cassilda asked, looking at Alexia.

Alexia looked at the general with an indignant face. – After all, isn't it all the same...? – she asked, showing clear ignorance on the subject.

Running her hand over her face, Cassilda sighed. – Of course it's not! Analyzing you lately I realized that you would do better with a katana, not a sword. But a katana requires a lot of agility and flexibility, you have to train bodybuilding... – she said, looking at Alexia's well-endowed body.

Looking down at her arms, Alexia grunted. –Oh! What do my muscles have now, aren't they good enough...? She questioned, analyzing her body.

Cassilda laughed and tapped her on the shoulder. – Stop with the jokes! Although you have a beautiful body, you are so weak that it even hurts! You need weight training! - he said laughing at Alexia's face.

...

On Mount Olympus, at the back of the divine palace, the Centurion whispered in Princess Hera's ear as his hand passed gently over her flushed face.

With the manly voice of the man in her ear, Hera's eyes widened in amazement, and she took a step back. – A-Arthur...?! Is it really you...?! – she whispered, looking at him with trembling eyes filling with tears.

The Centurion, looking at her, grunted. – Of course, pointed-ears! Did you think I'd let another man touch you? – he questioned, looking her in the eyes.

Pulling Arthur by the arm to a corner, she put him against the wall. – What are you doing here?! My father will have you killed if he sees you here! – she exclaimed, with one hand on her waist and the other holding Arthur's arm, her face red with concern.

Arthur, looking at her, took her hand from his arm. – We have some time! My horse is out there, let's go! – he ordered, taking her hand and guiding her towards Maximus.

Looking at Arthur with a smile as he guided her hand in hand, she shook his hand. "Is this really happening...? Did Arthur come to pick me up?! He held my hand, and I'm walking hand in hand with him...?" she thought, looking at Arthur in front of her holding her hand, with each step her face became redder.

….

Minutes later, Arthur and Hera were in a well near the entrance to the city of Athens.

Arthur, undoing the appearance modifying technique made on his face, looked at Hera. – Why did you ask me to stop...? – he asked, seeing her blushed face.

– Hmmm...?! Oh yes! I don't think this is a good idea, I'd better go back... – she said, sitting on the edge of the well, staring intensely at Arthur with a red face.

Noticing her devouring gaze as he curled his hair, he smiled. – Are you worried about your father? I won't let that man put even a finger on you, don't worry! – he exclaimed, looking at her green dress.

Looking at him, her expression changed from admiration to concern. – He's going to want to kill everyone because of me! And I don't want anyone to suffer anymore... – she sighed, her eyes looking at the ground.

Arthur looked up at the sky, putting his hands in his pockets. – He's going to kill people anyway, whether he marries you or not. You can't think that all his decisions revolve around you! Don't forget that he always had several affairs with several women, you wouldn't be the first or the last! – he stated, looking at Hera.

– You haven't left my mind since that day! I can't stop thinking about you... – he declared, staring at her.

Blushing, she turned her face away from his eyes and, clearing her throat, whispered. – What do you mean by that?! It's normal to think about me, I've been taken to a place where you know I'm despised and tortured, so it's normal to worry... – with a red face, nervously moving her fingers.

He got close to her and, running his hand over her face reached her chin and raised her face until he could see her sea eyes. – You understood what I meant...! – he whispered, looking deep into her eyes.

Princess Hera looked at Arthur, then at his lips. "Arthur, where did you learn to do this..." She asked herself. – I don't understand... D-Do you love me...? – she whispered in a trembling voice, her eyes were undecided whether to look at his lips or his domineering golden eyes.

Arthur, with his attention on her eyes, his hand on her cheek, brought his face closer to hers.

Looking at him with a heavy breathing, she sighed. – Arthur... – she said softly, feeling his lips meet.

Arthur kissed her, putting his other hand on her waist and brought her body closer to his.

…

On the same day, on the Eurus continent, there was an ocean, called Ocean of Death, and in the middle of this ocean, an island, Tartaros, where the palace of Hades was...

Persephone Olympus looked at a body coated in a black shell lying on the bed. – You've been like this for days... – she declared, looking to her son. 

Alucard, standing behind her, clenched his fists. – Mother, I'm going to take advantage of the fact that father is like this and I'll send someone after the Treadway! I don't need much time to cut off that human's head! – he exclaimed, looking at his hand.

Running her hand over his face with a smile, she kissed Alucard's forehead. – Avenge your brother Alucard! Kill that mortal that thought that killing a god as no consequence! – he exclaimed, displaying an expression of satisfaction, not knowing that she was sending her son to his death.

Looking at his hand, Alucard looked away from his father's body. – I'm sorry for disobeying you, father! But it can't stay like this! – he said, leaving the room.