Chapter 952 952 The Risen King
The Fallen King seemed to recover from his stupor, and he pointed at Wolfe.
“I will kill you myself. None shall take my throne.” He declared.
With a massive amount of energy that left him panting, he broke free from Wolfe’s barrier using only his internal reserves, which amounted to far less than a Demon King’s mana cores. The mana suppression ended, and he stalked toward Wolfe, pulling his blade with a burst of insane laughter.
Wolfe prepared for an intense battle, but that fight would never come.
With the flick of a wrist, Petros slid a blade between the first and second vertebrae in the King’s neck, neatly decapitating him and leaving his body a crumpled heap on the ground, defenceless against the burst of fire that ended his life.
Petros’ eyes were sad as he looked at Wolfe. “Maybe he was right. He would be betrayed by his closest confidants and killed by one he once called friend.”
Wolfe watched as an Unholy Curse transferred from the King to Petros, causing his power to surge as the inheritance of the King passed to him.
“I didn’t see that one coming.” Wolfe noted.
Thorin snorted in laughter. “I did. I think most of us did. Petros here might have been friends with the King and never thought about betraying him, but he had every intention of taking an entire world of mages for himself because they could use types of magic we can’t.
It was always going to come down to a Treason charge once the King realized that he had lost the chance at those mages, even if Petros couldn’t see it.”
One of the other Nobles, a Rank Three woman that Wolfe vaguely remembered as being a Baroness, raised her hand.
“Where does that leave us now? Because, no offence, Your Highness, but I really don’t want to have to fight Patriarch Noxus.”
Petros gave Wolfe a considering look, then smiled at the noblewoman. “You are a wise woman. I don’t want to have to fight him, either. The previous peace treaty contract between our people might have been destroyed when the King attacked Saint Noxus, but I am certain that we can come up with a replacement easily enough.”
Wolfe chuckled. “It seems that I will be here a bit longer than expected.”
Thorin laughed along with him. “Or perhaps not. You know, a magical contract of that scale takes ten people on each side. The more powerful, the more binding the contract is. There is only one of you here to represent your side.
However, if we were to go visit your home in Forest Grove with a small delegation, then there is no reason we couldn’t make the deal with the leadership council of your world. The Continental Representatives, I believe you called them.”
The Dwarf was likely more interested in seeing what Wolfe’s world was like, but it would work out well for them all.
“Alright, if you want to gather ten Nobles to sign, and then whoever else you wish to bring with them, I will gladly welcome you to my hometown.” Wolfe agreed.
Petros nodded then turned to the Nobles standing nearby. “The most powerful nine among you will sign along with me. Pick no more than four to accompany you, including staff.
I would also caution you against bringing beastkin servants, as you might not get them back at the end of the meetings. Forest Grove is said to be equal opportunity for all species, and with them training beastkin to be mages, and encouraging entire autonomous communities of them, your servants could very well hand in their resignations on the spot.”
Most of the nobles laughed, then went silent as they realized it really was a possibility. They had all heard from Wolfe and his group about Forest Grove, and if it lived up to the hype, there was a high chance of losing not only their servants, but some ambitious younger children as well.
But once they realized that, it didn’t sound so bad. Ambitious younger children were an assassination risk for older children, and somewhat limited here, unless they could gain power quickly and make a name for themselves independently.
But in Wolfe’s world, which wasn’t as densely populated, they might have opportunities that they didn’t at home.
“Shall we all meet here in the morning? Or would you prefer to leave this evening, Your Majesty?” Thorin asked, earning himself a glare from Petros, who had never actually wanted to be King.
His whole goal in fostering the world full of mages was to leave this place, and expand the magical knowledge of both worlds, but now he was responsible for hundreds of millions of soldiers, millions of Nobles and multiple planets, all of which were going to see him as the authoritative voice of the will of the Divine One.
“I believe that we will need at least one night before we are ready to move to another world for negotiations. Take your time in selecting the perfect members, and I will find and appoint an emissary after I deal with the Royal Family drama.” Petros informed them.
Right, he had just killed the king and taken the throne, but that left dozens of Princes and Princesses out of luck, with very minimal titles and no royal treasury to fall back on.
Wolfe saw the stress weighing down Petros’ actions.
“Would you like a hand dealing with the mess we caused?” He asked.
Petros perked up a little. “You know what. Sure. Let’s go deal with the leftover Royals. They are not going to be happy about the change in station, and they’ve been fighting for rank for generations.”
Wolfe chuckled. “I take it that your family will ascend to become the new Royal Family as well?”
Petros nodded. “Only my direct lineage, though. The first King of a bloodline doesn’t bring his relatives into Royalty, only their spouse and children. So, my brothers, cousins, nephews and nieces won’t have to carry that burden of danger.”
“Excellent. I don’t suppose that you have a wife and children, do you?”
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