Legendary Broken Player - VRMMORPG-Chapter 866 - - The Weight of Legacy

Broken sat beside Alora in their private chamber, both of them quietly facing the wide pane of glass that looked out into the moonlit courtyard beyond.

It was a moment of peace—one of those rare still moments they shared more often now that Broken had been spending more time at the palace.

The two babies were sleeping soundly nearby, wrapped in warmth and silence. And that quiet allowed them to talk—really talk.

Broken found himself recounting everything—his journey into the depths of the ocean, the strange events, the secrets, and the unexpected allies and tensions.

Alora laughed softly at some parts, especially when he shared his frustration over dealing with the overwhelming attitude of Queen Nerisa.

But then he reached the point in the story where things took a… different turn.

When he mentioned the Oceanic Queen.

Alora raised an eyebrow, her voice sweet but teasing, "So soon, my King? Already seeking another wife? And it's not even Ivana?"

Broken groaned and tilted his head back, "You too? You're joining the others now?"

Alora giggled and leaned in with a smirk. "I already told you, I don't mind… I'm your first wife. The rest fall in line beneath me."

He looked at her, half-exasperated, half-amused.

She continued, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "Besides, she's the sovereign of a powerful kingdom beneath the sea, isn't she? And you said she's strong too."

Broken scoffed lightly, "Strong… and full of problems."

Alora laughed again, her eyes twinkling. "And yet you're always the one walking straight into trouble. You do know you attract chaos, don't you?"

Broken sighed and shook his head. "In this case, I've been trying not to. Especially with everything happening here… with our children in this kingdom."

Alora softened, and without saying another word, she leaned closer, resting her body gently against his right arm.

Her voice came in a low, comforting murmur. "They'll be safe. Their father will protect them."

Broken's eyes narrowed with resolve, his hand instinctively reaching to rest over hers.

"Yes… I will."

After a stretch of quiet, Alora's voice returned, this time softer. "Is there anything I can do… to help find Ivana?"

Broken didn't respond immediately.

His eyes drifted slightly, his thoughts pulling inward.

A year.

It had nearly been a full year since Ivana left.

"Do you think she's alright?" Alora asked, her tone barely above a whisper.

Broken's fingers curled faintly. He had checked—again and again—through the affinity bond that connected him to her. It was still there.

She was alive. At least… that's what he believed.

"I could mobilize more people to assist you," Alora offered gently.

But Broken shook his head. "No, Alora. I need strength here in the kingdom. The more forces we have here, the safer this place becomes. I've already set backup plans in motion… for now, it's enough."

There was a pause.

Then Alora whispered, "I miss her."

Broken turned to look at her, and for a moment, he saw more than just the queen.

He saw a friend.

Someone who had shared bonds with Ivana just as deeply as he did.

"She left because she knew her presence might bring danger to us," Alora continued.

"She's carrying this burden alone… and even her people—the dragons—are still bound under the High Elf Queen's control."

Her words slowed.

"And that Queen… she isn't ordinary. She's powerful… incredibly powerful."

Broken nodded slowly, his jaw tight.

He knew that.

All too well.

***

That night, Broken made his way to the palace. Maylock had called for a meeting, saying there was something important they needed to talk about. To his mild surprise, Goldrich was there too, already seated when he arrived. It had been a long time since Broken had spoken face-to-face with both of them in the game.

Maylock didn't waste time. "We've picked up signs of movement from the High Elf Queen. She's been spotted on the Eastern Continent." ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Broken narrowed his eyes. "Did she find Ivana?"

Maylock shook his head slightly. "The Eastern Continent, as we know, is still partly under demon control. Whatever her purpose was, it's unclear—but she didn't stay long. From what we've gathered, she's already returned to the Central Continent."

Goldrich, leaning on the table with one arm, added, "From what it looks like, she hasn't found Ivana yet. At least, there's no indication she has."

Maylock crossed his arms tightly, his tone firm. "I agree. I'm convinced Ivana's still out there, still hidden. But we're running out of time. We need to track her down before the Queen does."

Broken nodded slowly, piecing things together. "The queen moves too easily. I saw how she appeared among the dragonkin, spoke to them, and then vanished just as quickly. It's like she can teleport anywhere without trouble."

Maylock continued, "For now, my advice is this—focus on the quest tied to the floating island of the Vensalor Kingdom, and don't ignore the one about the Sea Queen. I believe those two are more connected than they seem. There could be something extraordinary waiting at the end of that path. And if we're lucky, maybe a lead on Ivana too."

Broken looked between them both, his mind already turning. There was a lot to do—and not much time to do it.

He had been at the palace for nearly a week now, and he hated it—not because of the place, but because it meant he'd have to return to the sea soon.

"Yes, just go," Maylock said calmly. "You don't have to worry. I'm here."

Goldrich let out a light laugh. "You know, Broken… Maylock's really back to being online regularly again, just like the old days."

Broken glanced over at Maylock. "Your daughter… how is she doing?"

Maylock turned to Goldrich to answer. "I'm still looking after my daughter closely. And no, I'm not fully back online like before—just around eighty percent."

Goldrich nodded thoughtfully. "Tell me if you need anything, alright? Especially for your daughter…"

Maylock scoffed. "Hah… I can handle everything myself, you know. Save your money for something else."

Goldrich laughed, a short, amused chuckle. "Khi khi khi… You do realize I've run out of ways to spend my money, right? Should I build you a new building next to Broken's?"

Maylock smirked. "Nah. A small house is enough—for me and my daughter."

Broken couldn't help but laugh quietly at their exchange. There was something comforting about watching the two of them banter like this.

He was about to excuse himself and say goodbye to Alora when, suddenly, a voice echoed gently in his mind. It was Cecilia.

"Master," she whispered, "I want to show you something… something extraordinary from the Tree."

"Extraordinary?" he responded silently. "Is it something bad?"

"No… it's amazing. Truly amazing."

"Amazing?" he thought, eyebrows raised. "Wasn't the Tree still small just a little while ago? Has it finally begun to reveal its true nature?"

Curiosity stirred inside him. He needed to see this for himself. Though part of him wanted to stay and discuss the Tree with Maylock and Goldrich, he decided to hold off for now. Better to check what Cecilia meant first.

He turned to the two of them and gave a short nod. "I'll be back…" he said.

And just like that, he vanished before their eyes.