The World Tree is an amazing existence ! It does not look like some tree, rather it looks like a transcended creature. It's body is crystal-like with dots of light through its branches. Only a Mother Druid which is recognized by the World Tree can control it, and when desired use it to wreak havoc upon the world. Not many know, but the roots of the World Tree were once stained by the corpses of the Dragons.

***

A little distance away from the Druid colony, Gateway Continent.

A beast wailed and collapsed after it was hit by an arrow made of energy. Unlike the energy which was seen on beings like Varaha, it was less materialistic and shone in a bright red color. A figure walked near the dead beast and pulled out the energy arrow. The arrow had stuck the beast in the neck, and it had cut extremely smoothly, as if done in a surgical operation. He walked away from the beast, and a few soldiers gathered around the new loot. These soldiers wore light leather armors, and carried the insignia of the Eastern Blood Kingdom of the Vampires.

(Varaha was the wild boar that Param met in the Forbidden Continent.)

The man who'd just shot the arrow was Nara Hibiki, the first prince of the kingdom and the leader for this expedition troop.

"Hmm ?" Hibiki spotted a camp some distance away. There was no need to put up any flags, the large kingdoms were familiar with each other. It didn't take a long time for him recognize that it was the Fairies and Druids' camp.

He turned around and said : "Prepare for battle !"

The Druids and the Devils were the anti-thesis of each other, so how could the prince let this opportunity pass by. Besides, a Druid maid seemed like a good idea.

***

Somewhere in the Gateway Continent.

"I am invincible !" a person shouted as he cut open a kangaroo like creature. Similar to others, this fellow's butt was also almost carved into a lotus shape. The beast's face was in agony, as if he'd met with his worst nightmare.

Yes, this person was prince Bahut Shur, and he had perhaps totally shamed his name.

('Shur' means 'brave')

The soldiers behind him collected the corpse while looking away from the 'art' on the dead beast. They were too numb to show any expression.

Shur looked at his sword which was cracked again. This was the fifth one.

'This cannot do !' he shook his head and thought. The Three Circulation cultivation technique had reached its limit and could not strengthen him more. However, this was the best technique he had. He dreamed if he could learned the Twelve Purification Circulation Technique, which was only used by the Dragon Emperor.

He glanced at the Elder from the corner of his eyes, knowing that he would not help him. Every dragon believed that cultivation must not come easy and with other's help.

He sighed, then walked forward to search for a new target.

The Elder watched the prince searching for a new target. Although he wasn't talented, he was a genius of his own : A genius of hard work ! Unfortunately, this young man was practicing a terrible cultivation technique. The Elder felt helpless and could not help but curse the person who gave the prince his cultivation technique. The Three Circle Cultivation Technique was flawed, because it was originally created by the Druids. The Druids only had a female gender so they designed their cultivation techniques based on this fact. So when the Dragons got their hands on this technique, they tried to modify it but were helpless. This technique would calm down the explosive energy in Dragons, making them more feminine. This technique was only used by families who wanted their daughters to be more feminine.

Making an imperial prince learn this technique was equivalent to destroying his inborn domineering nature and eventually the path to the throne.

The Elder gave a deep sigh as he followed the soldiers. He knew that the prince was alive thanks to this cultivation technique, he wouldn't be alive if he'd cultivated some strong technique.

What an irony ! The same cultivation technique kept him safe, yet was harming his future.

***

Administrative Office in the Royal Capital, Dragon Empire, Dragon Continent.

The second imperial prince of the Dragons, Bahut Shandar, wasn't someone keen in cultivation. Rather, he showed his excellent in administrative affairs which made even his uncle Bahut Chirand, the current Prime Minister fearful of losing his position. He was almost like an invisible person, and has no affinity towards or enmity against any factions in the royal family.

He rubbed his head as he read today's reports of food supplies and swore in his mind. The dragons being dragons were mostly illiterate, and concepts like circulation of money, or long term investment were something far away from their minds. If not for the colonies in the Giant, Beastmen and Human continents, the majority of the dragons on the continent would have long since died of hunger.

Many times he felt as if he wasn't a royal prince but the son of a bandit, which wasn't far from the truth.

He wrote a few lines on the report. Due to this one remark, thousands of Giants would have to toil harder to create more food.

Evening came, and he left for his home. It had been many years since he'd left his home, and lived in a small manor. This action was very significant as it gave a message that he didn't want to participate in the hunt for the throne. The manor was small and only had a couple of loyal guards. He came and ate a little, and eventually went to his room.

This prince was different; he had a little secret.

"Shall I start ?" a maid named Sonam, who'd followed the prince for many years, asked. In her hands were various materials for makeup and hair dressing.

The prince gently nodded, and the maid started diligently worked. Her hands moved easily, which showed that this wasn't her first time.

Soon the prince was transformed and looked no different from a gorgeous woman. His long black hair were curled, his eyes had mascara and his lips were bright red. There were even circular earrings which him look more feminine. The prince had changed his robe like clothes into something like a gown. He hid his body with a long cloak and went to the back door of the manor. Like always, his maid Sonam had already made the necessary arrangements and hired a carriage. These punks would ignore anything as long as the money was right.

The carriage moved in the evening sunlight and reached a building. There was a large board displaying the building's name : Little Stone's Fragrant Tea.

Sonam was in the manor, responsible for keeping his absence unknown. Prince Shandar entered the tea house and scanned through the seated people, searching for someone.

"Sonam !" a person called him, waving in his direction. He walked slowly, trying to walk like a woman. No one would imagine that the head of the administrative department was trying to wiggle his butt to make himself look attractive.

The person who'd called him did not notice his unnatural walk and said enthusiastically.

"Sonam, you're late ! Anyways, look at this ! Didn't I tell you that there were many flaws in the Six Circle Cultivation Technique ? Look at this one..." the young man blabbered on and on, and his spit almost flew out of his mouth. This man was Bahut Bhondu, who was bullied not long ago.

The young man finally noticed that the woman was not paying attention to discovery and only giving him an amused smile, he suddenly stopped and looked at her.

"What happened ? Stress from work ?"

"Something like that."

Bahut Bhondu pulled out a board and placed it on the table - it was a chess board. He knew exactly how to make this woman relax. He felt as if she was the only one who could keep up with his thoughts. Even his brother Bahut Shur many times would not understand the complex things that happened around him.

"What to you think about the food supply problem this term ?" the woman Sonam suddenly asked after a while.

Bahut Bhondu stared at the board for a while, then moved a piece which made the woman gasp.

"Change the king tribe of the giants."

"Oh ! How did you arrive at this conclusion ?" Sonam asked with an amused expression.

"Our food supply mainly comes from the lower continents, and not many dare to block this supply. Only the devils dare to do so, and only the king tribe of the giants has the guts to ally with the devils and secretly oppose us."

The handsome man paused then added. "Frankly speaking, we depend too much on others. This is somewhat... dangerous."

"Acceptable." the woman gave a lovely smile and nodded, as if praising a kid for giving a correct answer.

The pieces on the chess board moved and time passed. Soon it was night, and many customers were having their last cup of tea. The duo walked near the carriage which was still waiting to pick up the 'rich mysterious lady'.

Bahut Bhondu looked at the woman from the corner of his eye. Although this woman was a little mysterious, he like her a lot. He felt like there was a great understanding between them. He waited for her everyday even though she only came once every few days.

Suddenly the woman turned around and stared at him with an anxious expression. He sensed the uneasiness and walked near her. The carriage driver had covered his eyes with a leather cap and was taking a smoke; this romantic atmosphere was just too much for an old man like him.

The woman walked forward a little and touched Bhondu's chest.

"Bhondu, what if... what if I'm a little different ? Would you still love me ?"

'That question again', Bhondu thought. "Of course, I would still love you."

"Even if- "

Bhondu cut her off, a little irritated. "Even if you have an incurable disease, or you are a monster, or you are a criminal or a prostitute, or even if you are my aunt.... I Still Would Love You !"

His voice was a little loud and offended some singles.

"Don't show your love here, you bastard !"

The woman named Sonam giggled, and Bhondu used this opportunity to try to this his lover's butt. But the woman was sharp and pushed him away.

Bahut Bhondu watched the carriage disappear and promised himself that he would one day completely conquer her. He did not know that the woman actually wanted to be conquered but was afraid of losing him.