Chapter 101: The Feast Goes Sour
"The last time we were here, your bastard came along. I was hoping he’d make another appearance today, perhaps to show his father a new sword form," Oberon chose to retort with a smile on his face.
Cithron tried to muffle his giggle hearing this, and so did some other lords who turned their heads away so that the king wouldn’t see them giggling.
Jarius stared at Oberon for a moment.
Then Oberon added, "I don’t seem to recall his name, Your Grace."
Oberon wasn’t just trying to make subtle mockery of the King. He was intentionally trying to get words out of his mouth, words that may confirm his suspicions.
Jarius feigned a smile and replied back, "You have a good memory, Oberon, but my bastard is not why we are here."
Oberon leaned back, deciding to let it be for now.
Jarius then continued, "My grandfather, Augustus, had unified this continent under one sovereignty. Your own grandfathers or fathers swore oaths and signed treaties to these very sovereignty."
Then Jarius stood from his seat, which left the Rulers looking at him with a puzzled expression.
He raised his right index finger and said, "There’s one rule within the lines of those treaties that I shall be reminding everyone of today, and I will in fact start by reciting the very lines as it was stated.
"Be it enacted: any lord who, by any manifest or covert means, attempts to sabotage or undermine the rule of the King shall be adjudged a traitor and shall incur the penalty of death."
After hearing this, some of their faces either became grim. It didn’t seem like they appreciated where Jarius was heading with this talk.
Some lords like Oberon and Cithron in particular hated the sound of it. Was Jarius trying to remind them that their plans against him could very well mean their deaths?
Lord Juvna then asked, "Your Grace, we fail to understand where this is heading to..."
"Oh, I was getting to that, Lord Juvna," Jarius said with a smile that appeared on his face. Then he turned towards Cithron.
"Lord Cithron, a few days ago I found out that you had sent an infiltrator right into the Wyvern’s Keep with the instructions to report back to you with the happenings within the keep. Of course this infiltrator has been dispatched, but I ask you here before the other Rulers, do you deny this?"
There was sudden tension in the room, and each ruler turned their sights towards Cithron.
Cithron stared at Jarius for a moment, and Jarius stared back.
Cithron thought to himself, "Zenko is dead?" Then his lips broke into a smirk and he said, "And so what if I sent him?"
Their eyes widened from shock at the admittance, well, except for Jarius.
"So you do not deny it then?" Jarius asked again to make sure he was certain of the facts.
Cithron stood from his seat so that he was faced directly with Jarius, and then he replied, "Your Grace, no, Jarius. There’s a prophecy back in my Kingdom from my seer, and she says that before the year passes, the Crowley reign over the continent of Valaross will end. So yes, I do not deny it. I am simply doing what any smart ruler with ambitions will, keeping my eyes and ears open and closer."
It was as if the revelation had just worsened the tension in the room. Both men standing had been staring daggers into each other’s eyes.
Jarius then gave the orders within his mind, "Kill them all."
A certain King level supplementary spell called Mind Link had been cast prior to the start of the feast, which created a telepathic link between Jarius and Mumbleton, all for this very moment.
Once Jarius had gotten the confirmation, all he had to do was give the go ahead.
Right then in the halls, Mumbleton cast a supplementary spell, which made his eyes glow. His sights were on the table designed for the envoy that came with Lord Cithron, which included all of his wives, children, and warriors alike.
Although, the Supreme Asura wasn’t part of the victims of Mumbleton’s spells as he hadn’t followed Lord Cithron to the event. The Supreme Asura was Zahka’s equivalent of a Grand Magus.
And instantly their blood began to boil so rapidly from inside as their vessels ruptured. Then they started coughing out blood, in large amounts.
The high ranking mages and protective personnel on the other tables designated for other Lords immediately stood to action and took their various stances around the tables they came with. They had all stood in anticipation of an attack like what just befell those from Zahka.
The entire halls were sent into terror and screams, and some nobles started seeking a way out of the halls of feast.
This had been the very reason Jarius had invited the Lords and their families to a feast. So that he could specifically end most of Cithron’s bloodline or a good part of it. If he had called for a meeting of the lords instead, some of these lords would not have brought family along with them.
The lords who were within the throne room had all stood up from their seats at this point, especially when they heard the screams from the grand hall.
"What’s happening, Your Grace!" Lady Arnarra demanded.
This devious smile arched across Jarius’s lips as he said, "Cithron, right about now I presume that the family you came with are all dead..."
Cithron’s eyes bulged as he exclaimed, "You don’t dare!"
At that moment, a lot of pressure surged out of his body. This pressure was known as Qi, and for warriors of Zahka, this was the fuel for their martial arts and blade mastery.
The Lords who stood around the table started taking their steps back as they could sense an exchange was about to take place.
"You bear your fangs against your King?!" Jarius exclaimed, and his mana surged, causing gravity to pummel the round table to the ground.