Sophia Demiurge

Chapter 151: I Was Forgotten

Chapter 151: I Was Forgotten

Urduja looked at all the enemy soldiers, who immediately gave up upon seeing her miniature sun. She sighed and then smiled at her numerous military general children.

"Alright, boys and girls, please lead our soldiers and divide them into groups, one will collect the corpses and pile them up in one place, and the other will take all of the people who are not controlled by Aoi and take them as prisoners of war, do you understand?"

All of Urduja's children looked above at their mother, who had solar flares as her veil, causing the dawn to look like afternoon. She was cheerful, at least in tone; however, her shaky voice betrayed the emotions she had been bottling up.

Strongest as she is, Urduja is still a human, that fact made them a little bit closer to Urduja, yet shaken despite their victory.

"Y-yes... yes, mother."

The eldest of those generals said so, stammering before regrouping their soldiers, after that, Urduja looked at the four children of hers who are the closest to Myra, Momoiro, Warden, Crispin, and Basilio, she nodded slightly and did not say anything, afraid that once again her children will burst into tears. Urduja hovered towards the center of the city, towards Aoi, to be specific. When Urduja landed, there was once again silence.

Aoi did not read Urduja's mind as the couple looked at the corpse in front of them. Normally, Yamato would have a promising future after this fight for having a "promising future", a big thumbs up for the hero of the sun, but Aoi knew more than anyone else that Urduja is not to be given bullshit when she's mourning.

"Where is Myra?"

Urduja asked, not adding "'s body" to it, which Aoi ignored.

"The twin has ordered their subordinates to bring her back to the royal palace, at least that is what I scrapped from their memories... she's waiting for you, in the throne room."

Urduja nodded, once again silent, after which she sighed.

_Myra..._

Such was Urduja's mutter, she looked at the sky as if waiting for a reply, only to be slapped by the moist breeze caused by her dropping a city-sized, super unstable nuclear reactor into the ocean, turning a lot of the water level into vapor.

_I will never forget you..._

Urduja swore, yet at that moment, she squinted her eyes.

"Did you check on Midori?"

She suddenly looked at Aoi, hearing this, all of Aoi's eyes just closed up once again and widened alongside the single pair of eyes of Urduja.

"MIDORI!"

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In the manor of a certain noble house were thousands of knights, sitting on the ground without a care about their image, exhausted, seemingly wanting to sleep immediately if not for the fact that besides them were the corpses of either their comrades or the multitudes of their enemy. One of their two leaders muttered as he made himself barely stand, using his sword as a support.

"Huff... huff... We.. we really didn't get any support from Lady Urduja."

He lamented he is one of the children of Midori, and before he was warned to not expect help from Urduja, one such reason is that the attack on them is a private affair, so to speak because the attacker is an enemy noble that like them, is lucky that his army did not get controlled by Aoi.

It was a certain merchant noble that got his silk business easily overwritten because of the several levels of higher quality of the silk they produced, because of this, his whole family spiraled down the path of desperation, they sent assassins, saboteurs, and many more people to destroy the Seiyokus, but all of their plot failed, so they resorted in using the Urdujan invasion on Gjallarhorn to take down their enemy, and as seen, they failed.

Thus Midori, who wanted to maintain etiquette for some reason during this time decided that it would be a good idea to use a yet to be a year old army to ward off veteran, professional soldiers it is given that they are getting freebie magic metals from Kamatayan, and also because Midori just so happens to be a strategic genius that they won, one single deficiency will make them lose everything they have if they were not supported by Urduja, that is

Midori expected help, and her arrangement of not requesting one is just for formalities.

So she was forgotten.

So they did not incur a loss as big as what their militant experience is suggesting.

Also, Midori sent half of her forces, that is an undead army to the mansion of her enemy noble, led by Khearsenbelle, and it is most likely that they have successfully captured all the assets of the noble.

As the son of Midori was thinking of that, Midori with her casual dress went out of her mansion, in her back were her medics with several stretchers, and while the military nurses and doctors were hollering, she nodded at her son and then said.

"All of the able soldiers, help the medic team to transfer the wounded into the family clinic."

Midori was covered in sweat, and she said such a command, she sighed and then pulled out the crystal comm. That is distributed to her two generals.

_That's my first commander's duty._

Midori was quite proud of herself, she was able to fend off an attack without external help, and as she was basking on her first official military success, she saw two people running towards her in quite a haste, there was urgency to their eyes.

_These two put on a fighting clinic but forgot to safeguard their ally's ally._

Midori bowed at them, but still, she could not help but grumble.

"Hello, Queen Urduja, Aoi-sama."

Aoi and Midori were both on the same continent, so she was more comfortable in using their continental honorific, though the two in front of her were not concerned about such things, Aoi immediately bowed, quite deeply too.

"Please forgive the two of us for forgetting about you, we have considered you in our plans, however, our fights have occupied us to the point of forgetting of the possible peril you might get into, this is due to our incompetence and again, we ask for forgiveness."

Midori and Urduja are startled, it was really no big deal, after all the Seiyokus survived like they always do.

_Also when did her kimono become off shoulders?_

Midori cannot help but contemplate, well there's no problem, after all, the only woman she is attracted to is her master, Sophia who has shoved... ahem, showed love to her buttho... heart once again after so long.

Midori also bowed, after which she smiled.

"Please stand up, Aoi-sama, we have no qualms about it because as you can see, we are alive."

Well of course, at this, the two powerhouses are relieved, they just don't want a quarrel against a legitimate daughter of Urduja, that would have been bad for their image and the geopolitical landscape of Genesis that seems to unofficially enter their second continental wars, they even have an Ancient Calamity interfere with their matters, and the other two of Genesis (not including Sophia) are not batting an eye.

The world doesn't have any more Ancient Calamity-level threats, so they are fine until their own calamities start to fight.

_That seems to be something that will inevitably happen, with the trend of things._

Urduja thought of that, though in the real world, she already replied.

"If it's truly alright to you, we'll stabilize the place first, you should check up on your territories too, tabulate the damages done by the war, and submit it to us, it will be free."

After that Urduja, who seemed to be in a hurry flew off and was gone in a split second, Midori didn't know why is Urduja in a hurry, but she did know that she was in no position to ask, so she just let her be and looked at Aoi, who is also looking at Urduja, the dodomeki sighed.

"This is just for formalities, but are you by any chance against Queen Urduja's rule over Gjallarhorn?"

Midori was startled at this, first because she saw Aoi open all of her eyes, it was creepy as hell, and second, obviously she was not, so she immediately shook her head and then said: "Of course not."

Aoi nodded at this, suddenly a rainbow aurora circulated on her fingers, she then flicked it, making it slowly go towards Midori.

_I SAID I WAS NOT AGAINST IT!_

Midori wanted to shout, but in the end, she was calmed down by Aoi, making her instinctively know that the aurora was not dangerous, after the aurora entered the forehead of Midori, a letter appeared in her mind, well it didn't have an envelope and just a one paragraph piece of "paper", it reads.

"The council of the queendom of Urduja invites you to be the Governor of the Gjallarhorn Province once the official land that will be assimilated by the mainland Urduja has been settled, this is not only because of your status as Sophia's aunt-cum-mistress, but also because of your ability to govern a whole noble house in a very hostile political upheaval caused by your mistress, please respond using your mind."

Midori was shocked at this, she said, using her mind, of course.

"Are you sure about that? How about your children who have become nobles already? Won't they become more trustworthy?"

Midori's concern was valid, she didn't want an army of jealous children of a living nuclear bomber to chase after her because of this arrangement.

"No, they already have towns and cities to govern, ordered by Urduja, all of them are concentrated in Urduja, and I need to clean up the noble roster of Gjallrhorn for people who are still loyal to the King."

Midori nodded at that, she knew that Aoi would once again open a slaughterhouse in the face of the nobles, obviously, it was not enough to "order" them, because, unlike soldiers who only have their honor, their salary, and family as their point of interests, thus are easier to sway if they were threatened, the nobles have no honor, doesn't have a salary, have profits and interests and obviously, has a less tie to familial duty.

It is so sure that the moment they get released from Aoi's control, they will unite and try to rebel, such is not something a queen wants to see.

"I agree."

While analyzing, Midori affirmed her agreement, when she received this invitation she finally felt like she was able to successfully lift her surname from the mud. Aoi nodded simply at that and flew towards the sky, she then made a gentle halo spread to the city and ordered all the noble members, their soldiers, and employees to never go out of their mansion, if they already did, then go back, she also ordered the soldiers and the black ops to chase any nobles that are not caught on her scope of influence.

After that, she descended and started another round of culling, one can just grimace on the amount of blood that is needed to be spilled in a war.

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Queendom of Urduja, the throne room.

Urduja opened the chamber of her seat of power, in the middle of it is a huge table, in the middle of it is the woman she recently covets, Myra, all over her sides were flowers, jasmines, her favorite.

The strongest human felt her knees were about to give out, she had seen too many, too many of her beloved perish, some of old age, some because of wars, she wanted to change herself, maybe settle for a single one, but as they say, old habits never die.

Maybe it was her fault, her fault that she loves all women she has ever touched from the bottom of her heart, or perhaps it's her fault because she respected the final wish of Myra.

She doesn't know.

All Urduja did was walk, weakly, as if she had not dropped a bomb that caused the whole season to shift for the next few years.

"Myra..."

As she neared her lover's corpse, she muttered, and once again, tears rolled down her eyes as she caressed the cheeks she once kissed as if there was no tomorrow.

Myra...

Myra...

In the end, as strong as she is, Urduja is still a human, a human who just happens to have a very big heart and loves a lot of people, seemingly on equal terms. Her tears, as warm as the blazing explosive that she drops every so often fell down to the cheeks of Myra, down slowly to the jasmines that are adorning the soon-to-be casket.

Everyone in the palace heard the muffled cry of their queen, yet no one ridiculed her, they silently shuttled through their daily chores as if they did not hear anything, of course, like the numerous wives and children of Urduja, no servant ever disturbed the queen to eat, or even give her a new set of dress, in fear that they will interrupt the single moment of fragility of the hero of the sun.

Instead, in their minds, they paid respect to the most hardworking normal person to have ever graze their eyes.

"Goodbye, Lady Myra."