The Lord of the Seas - An Isekai Progression Fantasy [ Currently on Volume 2 ]

The moment Lukas and Rosalia fell through the portal, the world around them shifted with a faint shimmer, a sensation like being pulled through water and light all at once. When their feet touched solid ground, they found themselves back in the same room where the portal had first been constructed within the Royal Palace of the Seas.

Almost instantly, the portal behind them collapsed in on itself, leaving no trace and no lingering hum of energy.

Unlike the crude, ancient runes that had once transported them to Ilagron Village, the runic arrangement Jesse had devised required no exertion of their Mana within their Pools to bridge the distance. The transition was seamless, instantaneous—though still enough to jolt Lukas, who felt a rush of exhilaration as the familiar environment of the Seas of Linemall enveloped him.

Lukas moved with the ease of a creature returning home, the currents beneath the surface of this room—tiny though they were—responding to his presence. At once, he glanced towards Rosalia. She was still very much human and humans did not have the same luxury of being able to function underwater. But the Mana all around them responded to her needs, allowing her to function without struggle in the liquid world around them.

Just then, Lukas realized they were not alone.

A figure slouched lazily near the door caught his eye—Marshall Sterling, one of Jesse's older brothers, sprawled in a careless heap. Marshall had been one of the first dragonborn that Lukas had ever met. The faint rise and fall of his chest told Lukas that he had been put in charge of guarding the room, though the lazy bastard had evidently opted for a nap instead. Lukas considered waking him but decided against it. What would waking the dragonborn do for him except piss him off? For some strange reason, seeing Marshall actually brought a smile to his face. Some things never changed.

Before Lukas could decide what to do next, someone else had entered the room.

Selene of Dawn, standing with her back rigid, her red robes falling neatly around her form. The fabric marked her unmistakably as the Head of the Royal Guard, though in this moment Lukas scarcely noticed the colors or the insignia.

Lukas only noticed her eyes—wide, sharp, alive—as they locked onto him.

Selene covered the distance between them in a heartbeat.

Before Lukas could react, his mother threw herself at him with an intensity that was almost violent in its affection. Her arms locked around him in a hug so fierce it felt like her strength could crush bone, yet beneath the pressure was the tremor of emotion she could no longer contain.

Lukas laughed, a deep, unrestrained sound, and returned the embrace.

"I promised you that I would return, didn't I?" Lukas murmured into her shoulder, and even in the joy of the moment, he felt the weight of those seven long years since he had last step foot into Linemall.

Selene did not let go, not even for a second. Her tears dissolved into the water all around them, sparkling in the dim, liquid light of the room.

Seven years. Seven years of longing, of waiting, of holding a space in her heart for a son she could not touch. Every day the wyvern had stood in this room, hoping, praying that the portal would open again and bring him home. And now Lukas was really here—her son had truly returned. It took her some time to regain composure, to pull back just enough to look at him properly. Lukas, still wrapped in her grip, saw in her face the mixture of relief, joy, and awe, a mother's love distilled into pure, overwhelming force. Then she pulled him back into her fierce embrace.

Rosalia watched quietly nearby, a soft smile on her lips. The princess' gaze lingered on the two, witnessing a reunion that carried the weight of years of separation, of unspoken fears, and of promises finally fulfilled.

For a moment, time itself seemed to pause, the room filled only with the sound of laughter, muffled sobs, and the quiet rhythm of water settling around them. When Selene finally pulled back, brushing the last of her tears away, she noticed Rosalia standing quietly nearby. Her sharp gaze softened as she turned back to her son. "And when, exactly, are you going to introduce this new friend of yours, Lukas?" Selene asked, her voice carrying a mixture of curiosity and warmth.

Lukas grinned, the corners of his mouth tugging upward with pride.

"This is Rosalia Elarion, Princess of Easthaven. She's not a friend. She's family."

Rosalia dipped into a respectful bow, her composure impeccable, though Lukas could see the faint flush creeping across her cheeks.

Lukas suddenly felt a flicker of anxiety, wondering what his mother would make of her. Selene had never fought in the Great War herself, despite being one of Linemall's most decorated and fearsome generals, but she had lost Lukas' father because of it. Lord Jaren had died at the hands of the Hero From Another World, a Hero that humanity still adored to this day.

Did losing Lord Jaren leave his mother to harbor a quiet, simmering resentment toward humans, just like Valkari did?

That worry dissolved instantly when Selene's eyes softened, and a smile spread across her face. The wyvern stepped forward and wrapped Rosalia in a tight, motherly embrace. "Oh, you are absolutely adorable," Selene said as she fawned over the princess, her strength pressing gently yet firmly, holding her like she might never let Rosalia go.

Rosalia's cheeks deepened in color, and Lukas couldn't help but chuckle.

The moment was slightly embarrassing but in the most wholesome way imaginable.

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Selene did not recoil at the fact that Rosalia was human; she saw what Lukas saw—the deep familial bond, the care and love he held for this girl. That alone was enough to accept her fully, without hesitation.

"Don't you worry," Selene assured her, releasing Rosalia just enough to cup her chin with a gentle hand. "We'll make sure you're well-fed while you're here. The Sea's delicacies will make sure you grow into a strong young woman." Her teasing tone, paired with Lukas' motherly intensity, made Rosalia squirm just a little, though the young girl smiled warmly in return.

The atmosphere began to settle into something lighter, a small bubble of calm in the midst of so many shifting emotions. Rosalia's blush deepened further but she was just starting to relax when the room shifted again. Their reunion and introductions had caused quite the commotion and now another presence now entered quietly but with unmistakable authority.

The Lady Kaitlyn Drakos stepped forward into the room, her elegance as poised as it had been the last time Lukas had seen her. Every gesture radiated noble grace and her beauty—quiet, commanding, and utterly refined—made it clear why she had been entrusted to serve as Head of House Drakos until a Lord could take its rightful place.

Their eyes met and Lukas felt a familiar, steady pull—the quiet, unspoken understanding of their shared legacy. There was no need for words; no announcement or declaration could add weight to the recognition that passed silently between them.

He was here now.

He was ready.

Lukas Drakos, the rightful Dragon Lord of the Seas, had returned and the unspoken acknowledgment in Kaitlyn's gaze confirmed that she already believed in his readiness to rule. In fact, the Lady Kaitlyn had believed him worthy to rule for a long time now. There was relief in Lady Kaitlyn's eyes now. A quiet, steady relief that came from knowing she no longer needed to worry about who would carry on the legacy of the Drakos bloodline.

The one who now bore that responsibility had returned, standing taller, stronger, and more certain than ever before. Lukas seemed almost like a different person altogether—his presence carried a weight of confidence and purpose that had been absent before. Purpose in knowing who he was and what he wished to do in Hiraeth.

In that moment, Lukas felt the quiet certainty that he was home—and that everything ahead, no matter how difficult, they would face it together.

It was clear the two of them had much to discuss, much to reconcile and much to plan. But that conversation could wait because another matter had already seized Kaitlyn's attention.

Her gaze had shifted toward the girl Selene continued to fuss over and immediately she had an eyebrow arched in cautious appraisal. Rosalia, sensing immediately that the noble woman's eyes were now fixed on her, straightened instinctively, refusing to shy away.

But Kaitlyn's expression hardened as realization dawned on the Royal Consort.

This girl was no dragon, she was not even a wyvern.

This was a human girl, a human that Lukas had brought into the heart of Linemall itself.

The warmth and acceptance Selene had shown was nowhere to be found in the Lady Kaitlyn. Instead, suspicion sharpened the lines of the dragonborn's face as she regarded Rosalia coolly.

Lukas had anticipated this.

Most in Linemall would react with wariness, if not outright distrust, upon learning a human had entered their domain. Seeing it now did nothing to sway his conviction.

Instead of addressing Rosalia directly, Kaitlyn turned her sharp gaze to Lukas. "Why did you not think of asking me before you decided to bring her into Linemall, Lukas?" Her voice carried the authority of a leader accustomed to being heeded, and in that tone lay clear disapproval.

Lukas may have been heir to House Drakos, but Kaitlyn still held the reins as its guiding force and right now she did not agree with his decision. He met her gaze, unflinching.

"She is someone we can trust, my Lady." Lukas answered simply. "She is someone I consider family. And she is in danger. She possesses a gift that many wish to make use of."

Kaitlyn's lips pressed into a thin line, a faint scoff escaping her. "And what gift would that be? I mean no offense by it but she does not look like much, " she noted, her skepticism sharp and her doubt almost tangible.

Lukas grinned, unwavering. "She is special because she…is just like you."

The words hung in the room, weighty and deliberate. For a moment, silence followed, and all eyes turned to him.

Kaitlyn's expression shifted imperceptibly as what Lukas was getting at finally began to make sense to her.

There was also another reason why Lukas had decided to bring Rosalia to Linemall.

The title the Lady Kaitlyn Drakos bore—the Greatest Sorceress the Seas had ever seen—was no empty accolade. Many had wielded the Drakos bloodline's divinity with skill, from the Monarch of the Seas to her own son, Rodan the Leviathan of the Deep. But it was Kaitlyn herself who had stood above the rest. The reason for her great strength and renown was because of one single thing. And that was the rare gift that Kaitlyn Drakos too possessed: the ability to speak to Mana not through words, not through runes or any written language; but through emotions, through the very language of feeling itself.

Few were ever blessed with such an ability.

Rosalia's eyes widened in recognition at the same moment Kaitlyn's did.

"You…you're like me." The Lady Kaitlyn whispered.

"I thought I was the only one…" Rosalia murmured.

Lukas's words connected them in a way neither had expected.

For the first time, they met on equal footing, the invisible barriers of race and heritage dissolving under the undeniable resonance of their shared gift. The tension in the room softened instantly. Where suspicion had lingered, understanding now bloomed. Both women regarded each other, no longer with hesitation or judgment, but with a recognition of kindred strength. And then, with quiet grace, they greeted each other properly, formally, but with warmth.

The room itself seemed to respond. Mana flowed freely, pure and bright, weaving between them in threads of light and feeling, carrying with it the promise of connection and acceptance. The hostility of the past, the doubts, and the fears—all of it vanished in that current of shared power. They were simply two souls capable of speaking the same ancient, intimate language of Mana.

In that moment, a human princess and a Dragonborn were one and the same.