The Silent Deity: Saiki Kusuo in Tensura

The air was heavy with excitement in the heart of the Storm Kingdom. For weeks, whispers had stirred across the Cardinal World, rumors flying about the once mysterious Jura Forest. But now… it was time to make it official.

Seated atop his obsidian throne in the grand hall—elegantly lit by floating blue flame lanterns—Veldora, the King of Storm, wore an expression that mixed regal dignity with excitement. His cape draped over one side of the throne, and his presence—shaped to mirror the majestic command of Ainz Ooal Gown—radiated confidence and power.

Around him stood his most trusted generals, advisors, and commanders.

At the center of them all, Testarossa, flawless and elegant, held a magical scroll with a quill of blackened gold. Benimaru, stoic and proud, stood with his arms crossed, fire dancing quietly across his shoulders. Souei knelt beside a map, with tiny black shadows moving across its surface like scouts in real time. Shion, sword on her back, looked eager to bash someone. Shuna held design boards and samples of cloth. Geld, Hakuro, Gobta, Rigurd, Gabiru, and the rest were all present, surrounding the massive round obsidian war table etched with glowing runes.

And then, Veldora stood.

Veldora: "My loyal subjects! The time has come! Let the world know—we are no longer in hiding. The Jura Forest… no—The Storm Kingdom—will declare its existence to all corners of the world!"

The room erupted in cheer and clapping.

Veldora (grinning): "Testarossa, I want invitations prepared for all leaders. We shall host a grand summit… right here, in our kingdom."

Testarossa gave a graceful bow, her voice smooth as silk. "Of course, my king. Each invitation shall be laced with magic, sealed with the royal sigil, and enchanted to self-destruct if tampered with. We don't want spies peeking into our calligraphy."

Veldora (nodding approvingly): "Excellent. Make it formal, but bold. Let them know—we are a rising force, yet one of reason and intellect."

Benimaru: "We should prepare a parade formation. Let them see the strength of our army firsthand."

Souei: "And cloak our perimeters with hidden watchers. Just in case someone... gets curious."

Veldora: "Naturally."

Contrary to the outside world's perception, the Storm Kingdom's military wasn't just goblins and ogres anymore—it had evolved into a living tapestry of species from all corners of the forest.

There were ogres who had become kijin, towering and noble. Orcs, now organized and trained, bore polished armor and tower shields. Dryads moved silently between shadows and trees, blending in like mist. Direwolves, sleek and sharp-eyed, prowled in disciplined packs. Wyverns circled the skies like armored falcons, their screeches echoing like horns of war. Centaurs, griffins, giant serpents, magic beasts, lizardmen, elves, dwarves, demi-humans, even dragons—all had pledged loyalty to Veldora.

Veldora (grinning widely): "When they arrive… I want them to feel the power of unity. They'll see a forest not of chaos—but of civilization, strength, and culture!"

Shuna, blushing, raised a hand: "I'll prepare elegant uniforms for the divisions—each race will have a unique design but coordinated colors. Something that shows unity and strength."

Shion (smiling excitedly): "And we'll have security stationed at every entry gate. If someone so much as blinks wrong—" she slammed her fist into her palm with a loud boom "—they'll taste my steel!"

Gobta (nervously): "U-uh, I'll be in charge of keeping the wyverns calm. They tend to… uh… swoop."

Gabiru puffed up his chest: "I shall personally choreograph the entrance ceremony! With DRAGONS!"

Veldora: "Good, good! We'll show them style and grace... and some fire."

Up above, floating above the chandelier in his favorite invisible spot, Saiki munched on spicy mochi chips. His face was blank, but his thoughts were racing.

Saiki (thinking): "Yare yare… they're really going all out. Still… they could use a little boost."

And so, he quietly amplified the enchantments on the uniforms. He enhanced the polish on the castle floors to be blindingly divine. He whispered mental ideas into Shuna's dreams for legendary banquet designs. He even nudged a few wyverns' instincts so they'd behave extra majestic during the presentation.

He wouldn't admit it out loud, but he was… having fun.

The next few days became a frenzy of activity.

Shuna's designs were stitched day and night by a squad of skilled tailors. Kijin armor was now sleek and shining. Goblins wore noble forest-green robes. Orcs had polished black leather. Dryads shimmered in leaf-woven cloaks. Dwarves had ornamental gold-plated chest pieces. Even the wyverns were fitted with gemstone-studded harnesses.

The castle's grand hall was upgraded. Massive banners with the Storm Kingdom's sigil hung from every wall—a swirling tempest with a dragon's eye in the center. Enchanted lanterns floated mid-air, shifting colors from gold to silver to sky-blue.

The kitchens were led by Shuna, who had trained several elite chefs. Roasted wyvern ribs, glowing fruit wines, honey-glazed serpent meat, ethereal cakes—all of it was prepared to impress even the pickiest of noble palates.

The invitations—carried by Souei's personal shadow messengers—were sent to every kingdom, realm, empire, and nation. The moment each scroll reached its destination, a soft storm wind would blow through the hall, and Veldora's voice would echo:

Veldora's Voice (in the scroll): "To the rulers of the world—Storm Kingdom rises. Come, witness our strength. Share your words... or be left behind in the winds of history."

Across the Cardinal World everything was as usual until....

A subtle shift in the wind, a pressure in the air—an ancient feeling that something monumental was about to happen. And then, it came.

From mighty empires to secluded nations, they arrived—Veldora's Storm Messengers, clad in regal indigo armor trimmed with silver, their bodies outlined by flickers of thunderous light. They didn't ride on dragons or beasts—they walked, their footsteps never bending a single blade of grass, and yet, each step echoed like a drumbeat of power.

Crafted by Saiki's psychic illusions, these elite figures radiated magicule pressure that commanded silence wherever they passed, their voices refined, their posture graceful, and their presence royal.

"Your Majesty!" a dwarven guard burst into the royal forge room, nearly tripping over his boots. "T-There are... there are people outside! Warriors! Not from any known nation, but they're... majestic. Thunder follows them, and they demand an audience."

King Gazel, sword still in hand, blinked.

"Not on my calendar… Did Elmesia send them again?"

"No, sire. They say they're from the Storm Kingdom."

"...The what now?"

He rushed to the palace gates where the storm envoys stood unmoving, eyes closed until he arrived.

"King Gazel," one spoke, bowing with perfect grace. "By decree of His Majesty Veldora, Storm King of the Jura Forest, you are cordially invited to the grand opening of the Storm Kingdom."

"Veldora?" Gazel narrowed his eyes, remembering the day Veldora humiliated Guy. "So he wasn't just showing off..."

He slowly took the scroll, opened it, and golden sparks erupted, forming glowing runes of invitation in mid-air.

"...So the dragon has truly evolved."

"Y-YOUR MAJESTY!" a noble cried, busting through the banquet hall doors. "There are strange knights in the courtyard! I-I think they're here for you!"

King Edward spat out his wine. "Wh-what?! Who gave them clearance?!"

As he waddled toward the entrance, he was met by five Storm soldiers standing in perfect formation.

"Your Excellency," one said, bowing low. "The Storm King has summoned you. Please accept this invitation."

Edward opened the scroll and read.

"VELDORA?! The dragon?! The same one who beat Guy Crimson?!"

He choked on his breath. His nobles stared at him, pale.

"He built a kingdom?! How...how the hell did that happen?!"

Queen Elmesia was enjoying a calm afternoon, sipping floral tea, when her garden guards suddenly bowed low.

"Your Highness… beings of great power await at the gate."

She raised an eyebrow.

As she stepped out onto her marble balcony, the storm envoys knelt, their presence disrupting even the natural magic of the forest.

"Queen Elmesia of Sarion," the leader said. "We bring a summons from the Storm King, ruler of Jura Forest."

The air shimmered as she accepted the scroll.

"Storm King? My, how dramatic. And let me guess… Veldora?"

She laughed, but behind her golden eyes danced curiosity.

"Now this… this I must see."

Inside his strategy chamber, Rudra reviewed invasion plans while Velgrynd sat with arms crossed.

"This map," Rudra muttered, "the Jura Forest will be mine by winter."

"You're underestimating my brother," Velgrynd replied coldly.

Before Rudra could retort, a thunderous pulse hit the palace. Soldiers ran in screaming.

"My Lord! Five knights of unknown origin! They're outside!"

"Let them in," Rudra said, curious.

As they entered, the pressure in the room shifted. Even Velgrynd sat straighter.

"Emperor Rudra," one envoy said smoothly, "Veldora, the Storm King, invites you to his kingdom's opening ceremony."

Velgrynd's jaw clenched.

"...Storm King? Seriously? That idiot... is a king now?!"

Rudra grinned. "This… changes everything."

"King, Guildmaster!" a knight said, panicked. "There's… someone outside. Not human, not beast, just... powerful."

The king and Fuze exchanged glances, then walked outside.

Storm soldiers stood silently at the plaza fountain.

"An invitation," one said, handing the scroll to Fuze.

He read it quickly, eyebrows rising.

"It's from Veldora… I knew something was happening in that forest."

The king nodded. "And now the world will know too."

Beastmen warriors froze in awe as the storm soldiers walked through their gates without resistance. Carrion, lounging on his throne, raised an eyebrow.

"You came far to interrupt my nap. Speak."

"Lord Carrion, you are invited by Veldora, Storm King of the Jura Forest."

Carrion opened the scroll, and the words glowed with wild energy.

"Veldora? King? Hah! Well, damn, I'm impressed. Alright. I'll play along."

"WHAAAAAAT?!"

The echo of Milim's screech shook nearby cliffs.

"VELDORA DIDN'T TELL ME HE WAS A KING?!"

The storm envoy, unfazed, bowed. "He extends his invitation, Lady Milim."

"TELL HIM I'M COMING RIGHT NOW!" she yelled, grabbing her cape and punching a hole through the castle wall.

Guy Crimson sat still, staring at the scroll as his castle trembled slightly from the presence of the envoys.

"So… he dares invite me?"

Velzard, sipping wine beside him, smirked. "He's your friend, isn't he?"

"He's a fool. But he's become a dangerous one."

He stood. "Let's go see the lizard king."

Across Raja, Coleus, Filtwood, Siltrosso, and even Ruberios, similar scenes played out.

In Ruberios, Louis fell to his knees from the pressure when the scroll was handed over.

Behind a hidden veil, Luminous Valentine smiled. "So… the storm dragon has finally built a storm."

Inside his eerie palace, Clayman screamed.

"A KING?! VELDORA?! This must be a trick!!"

He threw the scroll against the wall. But even he couldn't deny the chill crawling up his spine.

"What… what is he planning?"

Across the Cardinal World, from humans to elves, demons to dwarves—Veldora's name became something new.

Not just a legendary dragon.

But a ruler.

A force.

A Storm King.

And the countdown to the Storm Kingdom's grand reveal… had officially begun.