Return Of The Strongest Player

As the vibrant rays of the Sun squeezed through the window, a little girl's eyes slowly began to open. Her crimson pupils gazed at the golden ceiling, adorned with intricate patterns and a vintage chandelier.

A warm smile blossomed on her face. The girl–also called Eleanor or the Princess Of The Dragons–slowly got off her bed, walking over to the massive window from which one could view the entirety of the Celestial Peaks.

As one of the most beautiful and mesmerizing sceneries in Heaven's Spire, the Celestial Peaks were the dream destination of millions upon millions of players, yet only a few–aside from Dragons–could experience its majesty.

Eleanor peeked through her blinds.

Her gaze fell upon the heaven-piercing peaks of the Dragons' Abode. The radiant rays of the Sun seemed to bathe the rocky mountains in a mystical, iridescent glow. At the same time, sublime skies were littered with the magical sight of the legendary, mythical Dragons.

The snow-capped peaks shone a bright, white hue, symbolizing the magnificence of Heaven itself.

After basking under the pleasant warmth emanated by the sphere of flames levitating in the sky, Eleanor entered the bathroom, freshening up before slipping into casual clothes. She trotted out of her room, pushing the massive, stark black door open.

As she traveled through the corridor, she was greeted by many maids and butlers, all of whom bowed to pay respects to the future Queen. With not a single competitor for the throne, Eleanor had already inherited the position of Crown Princess.

Nothing could shake her position, except the destruction of Celestial Peaks itself.

Obviously, such a tragedy couldn't occur with the King of all Dragons, Bahamut, guarding the territory himself.

Eleanor greeted the maids and butlers with a cheerful expression, providing them with a sense of warmth at her cuteness. The princess was adored and respected by all servants, not only due to her future position but also due to her personality.

She was an amicable person, with not a shred of arrogance or haughtiness.

"Lady Eleanor," greeted a certain, distinguished gentleman dressed in a tuxedo. His short, stark white hair was neatly brushed to the side, while his dark, blueberry-like eyes contained traces of friendliness, but also reverence.

His shoulders were narrow, but his posture was nigh perfect. A few wrinkles were distinguishable on his face.

This was Eleanor's personal butler, Joseph.

As Bahamut's butler during the King's childhood, Joseph had long-lasting, close relations with the Royal Family of the Celestial Peaks. He was involved in many of the clan's affairs and was one of the most loyal subjects.

His entire life was devoted to servitude, and although others might perceive the job as demeaning, Joseph truly enjoyed every single day he spent at the Royal Palace. Bahamut, Eleanor, and Angelina (Eleanor's mother), were akin to his family.

"Good morning, Joseph," Eleanor greeted, smiling amicably. She extended her arm, offering a handshake. As the two shook hands, Joseph briefed the red-haired girl about recent affairs and the economic situation of the Celestial Peaks.

Most of the revenue was generated through exports; mainly by selling previous materials or herbs found exclusively on the mystical peaks. However, due to the influx of the number of players entering through a variety of different worlds, a few other sources of similar herbs have recently been discovered.

Although the short-term effects on the Celestial Peaks' economy were non-existent, the discovery could potentially cripple the economic state of the Dragons' Abode, since that was their main source of revenue.

"Have you consulted Father, Joseph?" Eleanor inquired, reading a brief report. Despite her tender age, the red-haired girl was focused on academics and was incredibly intelligent–according to Bahamut and many of her peers.

Joseph nodded once. "His lordship mentioned briefing you about the changes. After that, he ordered me to consult the Board of Directors along with Lady Angelina, who seemed to be quite perturbed."

"I can't say I didn't expect that reaction," muttered Eleanor, stroking her chin. She let out a sigh, commenting on how the Celestial Peaks weren't as mystical and legendary as outsiders believed.

Everyone had their own set of issues.

A few were simply better at masking them.

"All right, I'm heading towards Father's office, so I'll let him know my thoughts," said Eleanor, flashing a smile at Joseph, who nodded. The two parted ways. Joseph headed towards the Board Of Directors' offices, while Eleanor headed to the Throne Room.

After navigating through the corridors for a good ten minutes, Eleanor finally arrived before a massive door forged using an unknown material from an Ancient Age. Even Bahamut's fists couldn't destroy the door.

The King of Dragons always yearned to at least make a dent in the door to the Throne Room but had always been unsuccessful in doing so.

Eleanor smiled faintly, allowing the guards standing on each side of the door to push it open for her entrance. As the red-haired girl walked across the red carpet and towards the throne, she saw the silhouette of a giant.

With lavish, silver armor and a massive, dark greatsword at his side, King Bahamut was prepared for battle at any moment. He had a sharp jawline, and cherry-like, crimson eyes, much like his daughter.

With a handsome appearance, blazing, red hair that fell to his shoulders, and a thin stubble, he could attract even the coldest of beauties.

An appearance befitting a fuckboy.

However, Bahamut was instead the opposite of a fuckboy.

His intense feelings of love were renowned across the Dragons' Abode. Devoted to a single woman, Bahamut refused to have any mistresses, despite receiving the opportunity several times during his life.

He also decided only to have one daughter, so as to provide her with as much love as possible.

Bahamut was a cold, ruthless man to his enemies and a soft, loving man to his family. His ideologies were famous across the Celestial Peaks.

He was one of the most respected and revered men in the tower, and his status was only only partially due to his position as a leader.

"Eleanor."

"Father."