"My grandfather is a god, a god in every sense of the word, but he is more human than any other human who has ever set foot in this frozen universe." Thoughts of Miquella the Gentle.
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Naerys walked through the library; it was a huge and ancient place, something completely inconsistent with modern times and the Space Age. This was perhaps the only library still with physical books existing in the Imperium of Humanity.
Walking in the light of the white lamps, Naerys moved to the right, and between the bookshelves, she could see a faint flickering light. Smiling, she approached and saw a small figure with long golden hair reading an old and enormous book with a look full of seriousness.
Seeing the figure, a tenderness appeared in Naerys's eyes. She never thought she would love someone as much as she loved her own daughter. Because of Miquella, she almost broke her vows, but after rethinking, she still continued as a Priestess.
"My little dragon, what are you reading?" Naerys approached Miquella and pulled her into a warm and gentle hug. Seeing her daughter's helpless expression, she couldn't help but kiss her chubby and adorable cheeks. She truly loved her daughter.
Miquella looked at the woman before her with a helpless expression but accepted the hug without trying to escape. With her mother's strength, it was impossible for her to escape, even if it were to another planet. Letting out a sigh, she spoke in a gentle and soft tone that greatly resembled Naerys: "I was reading about the Rise of House Targaryen to Power."
Speaking of which, Miquella couldn't help but think that Aenar and Marika were quite similar; both seemed to have been chosen by beings beyond human comprehension and became gods. Although there was no indication that her grandfather had been chosen by a being like the Greater Will.
At the same time, the scale of the Imperium of Humanity and Marika's Imperium were completely different. One covered fifteen percent of the galaxy with thousands of planets; the other controlled a continent on just one planet.
Sitting on the library floor with Miquella still in her lap, Naerys held her daughter and made the book float before them. The pages of the book began to move non-stop, and in thirty seconds, the entire content of the book appeared in her mind.
"This book was written by a fanatic; it cannot be considered a book with truly concrete facts." Naerys said with a laugh, observing the flattery and exaggeration speaking about her father.
In the author's words, Aenar descended from the sky riding on clouds and accompanied by angels. The ground he touched turned into honey, and his touch could cure all diseases.
"I know, but there are some interesting facts." Miquella certainly knew there was a lot of exaggeration in the author's words, but she didn't care, as the reading was interesting enough. "For example, he doesn't hesitate to talk about the good things my grandfather did."
"But he ignored the atrocities he committed." Naerys added with a smile. Was Aenar a saint? No, far from it; he was a tyrant in every sense of the word. Countless races call him the Tyrant, Despot of Planetos, or Demon of Humanity.
And these beings were right; he was all that and much more, but he was also a saint to humanity, an Emperor God who, in just over a thousand years, transformed humanity into a high-level race in the Known Universe.
"Remember Miquella, any race other than humanity is our enemy. If we are weak, they would attack without any hesitation. In this Space Age, kindness means being cruel to yourself. Without the insatiable search for resources, humanity will wither, and we will become weak." Naerys explained with a gentle and warm tone. She might be kind, but that kindness was reserved only for her family.
"I understand, Mother." Miquella said with a calm tone. Compared to her old world, this one was definitely infinitely crueler, bloodier, and with even more insane constant wars.
She still remembered the day she was born; her soul arrived in a different dimension, and she saw her own grandfather and the dragon Caraxes fighting against trillions of beings in a war that would make the conquest of Middle-earth seem like a children's fight.
If she had been born into any other family, her fate would have been tragic, being devoured by trillions of demons. Fortunately, she was born into a family of gods, with her own grandfather being one of the strongest beings this universe has ever known.
"Your grandfather requested your presence in the throne room." Naerys said with a smile as she got up from the floor with Miquella still in her arms.
Miquella nodded her head and was not surprised. Her grandfather called her once a day to the throne room. The reason was simple: he wanted to see how her body's situation was. Yes, she grew fast in this world, and in less than two years, she looked like a twelve-year-old teenager, but her growth stopped, or rather, became non-existent.
Miquella had to admit, the curse that imprisoned her and her sister was still present in this universe. At first, she felt nothing, but as time went by, she felt the familiar energy inside her soul, corrupting her body.
Remembering her sister, Miquella touched her rib and showed a determined look. She would make her sister be reborn in this universe. Fortunately, she had her sister's soul trapped in her own soul, so it wasn't difficult to make her reborn, especially in this world, where cloning technology existed.
Miquella could create a body for Malenia and change Malenia's body every time the curse corrupted her body again.
When Miquella told her grandfather about the curse, she saw him show an expression of pure fury for the first time. She still remembered feeling, even if only for a moment, his aura. She would never forget it, as it felt like she was standing before a gigantic black hole that, with its mere presence, could make time and space bow as if they were its subjects.
"How is the Civil War going?" Miquella, who was in Naerys's arms, couldn't help but ask with a touch of curiosity. The Civil War was still happening and would take some time to end. At least her grandfather didn't seem to be in a hurry; on the contrary, he seemed quite satisfied with how long this civil war was lasting.
Now, the entire Imperium, known as the Cult of True Humans, had become a villain that needed to be eradicated at all costs. Humanity, which was once used to standing still and just going about life without any danger, seemed to come alive again and became active.
Today, technological advances have become much faster; more and more patents were registered, showing that fear was the true motivator for humanity to evolve more and more.
"Your uncles and aunts are returning after so many wars." Naerys said with a smile, happy with the arrival of her brothers and sisters.
Miquella nodded her head, feeling a little curious about her uncles and aunts, especially Alysanne, whom her grandfather spoke of with such satisfaction.
"Alysanne the Great, Aegon the Assassin, Jaehaerys the Conciliator, Maegor the Strong, Aemon the Honorable, Daenys the Moon Princess, Baelon the Warrior." Miquella spoke the names and epithets of her uncles and aunts.
All became famous in the civil war; myths and more myths were linked to their names, making them true legends, not just because they were the children of the Emperor God of Humanity.
"Except for Aegon, all your uncles and aunts are kind." Naerys commented with a proud smile upon hearing the titles her brothers and sisters had achieved. She was genuinely happy for them, as it was something they had always wanted.
Miquella looked at her mother in surprise but remembered Aegon's name. It was the first time she had seen her mother, who had always been gentle, speak with such antipathy about someone, especially her brother.
Seeing her daughter's expression, Naerys sighed and spoke in a calm tone. "Aegon is different. Just because he is my father's first male child, he thinks he has a right to the throne, as if what he has between his legs is important to control the Imperium."
"But Grandpa isn't immortal, why does Uncle Aegon care about the Throne?" Miquella asked with a genuinely confused tone. Her grandfather was immortal; even if all the stars in the universe went out, he could become the star that illuminates the Imperium.
How could a being of that level die? So, in her eyes, the title of prince or princess heir was quite useless.
"He only wants it out of greed and obsession." Naerys said, snorting coldly. However, this expression disappeared, and she smiled gently again.
"We've arrived." Placing Miquella on the floor, Naerys spoke and opened the doors to the throne room.
Miquella raised her head and looked up the white ivory steps, where a true god sat on his Ruby Throne.
Her grandfather in this life and a being even stronger than her mother, Marika.
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