Striker of The Gods

Time: Saturday, 18th April 2034  23:45 CET

Location: Santiago Bernabéu Press Room, Madrid

After the 28–2 demolition of Osasuna, the press conference was packed. Journalists from around the world waited with sharpened questions. Caos sat at the table beside Florentino Pérez.

CAOS! AMOR MIO! METEME UN GOL.

CAOS BELLO! DESTRUYEME EL HUECO.

SOS LO MEJOR CAOS.

CASATE CONMIGO.

Journalist 1 (International outlet):

Caos, with the emergence of Greater Persia in 2030 as a unified nation, what are your thoughts on this new geopolitical reality? Would you ever consider visiting or playing there?

Caos (calm, thoughtful):

Greater Persia is a significant change in the world order. A unified nation with deep history and potential. I respect any people who come together to build something stronger.

As for visiting… I go where football takes me. If the opportunity arises to play or train there, I would consider it. But my focus remains on the pitch and my family. Politics is not my arena.

Journalist 2 (new question):

Some see Greater Persia as a potential rival or ally for Spain in the future. Any personal view on that?

Caos:

I don’t speak for nations. I speak for myself. Peace and mutual respect between countries is always better than conflict. If Greater Persia wants to build bridges, I’m open to seeing it. But I’m a footballer, not a diplomat.

The mansion was quiet. Caos was in the garden, reflecting on the day, when security alerted him to a late visitor.

Princess Alexia of the Netherlands stood at the door, accompanied by a small security detail. She looked slightly nervous but determined.

Princess Alexia (soft smile):

I’m sorry for coming so late. I couldn’t sleep. I saw the match… your performance was incredible. I just wanted to see you for a moment.

Caos (inviting her in, calm and respectful):

You’re always welcome. What’s on your mind?

Princess Alexia (walking with him into the garden):

Everything is changing so fast. Greater Persia, the royal pressures, your growing family… I’ve been thinking about my own path. Watching you play makes me want to chase something bigger than what’s expected of me.

They talked quietly under the stars  about duty, freedom, and the weight of crowns. Alexia left with a warm hug and a promise to return soon.

The three maids noticed the late visit.

Zeraphina:

Alexia again? She’s becoming a regular.

Caos:

She’s searching for her own way. I understand that.

The night ended with the violet energy wrapping around the family like a protective cocoon.

To be continued…