Translated by: Hypersheep325 Edited by: Michyrr "Clang!" The nobles dropped their wine glasses in fright, and those who were seated jumped up in fright. Those who were already standing were tongue-tied, and could no longer make a sound. The hall was suddenly silent. It was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop on the ground. The nobles turned their stiff gazes towards the unremarkable white-haired old servant next to Marquis Krilos.
When this old servant received the unsharpened sword from Marquis Krilos, his aura suddenly changed. He no longer looked like an ordinary old man that was ignored by others. Marquis Krilos was still standing in the middle of the hall with a smile. However, he was no longer the focus of everyone's attention. This was because the unremarkable old man beside him had suddenly turned into a gigantic creature, a giant-like phantom. Although he was not as tall and handsome as Marquis Krilos, in the eyes of all the nobles present, he had already become an unreachable existence.
Master Maggrut, who was also the Storm Sword Sage, held the hilt of his sword with his right hand. He gently waved the sword in the air, and a smile appeared on his face. However, the nobles present were almost suffocating in despair, because they all felt that everyone in the hall had fallen into the control of the Storm Sword Sage. It was an indescribable feeling. In the hearts of all the nobles in the hall, they felt that they were invincible, that they were meat on someone else's chopping block, and that their life and death were in the hands of others …
Grand Duke Fisabulon stood beside Laurist. Perhaps because of his identity, or perhaps because the second prince wanted to use him to suppress the Norton Family, he had arranged for him to sit above Laurist. However, at this moment, the two of them were standing together. Laurist acutely noticed that the old man's body was trembling slightly. Strange, it seemed that the higher the level of a Great Swordsman, the stronger the invisible pressure from the Sword Sage. Behind him, Redi's legs were also trembling. Genolio's face was filled with fear, but why didn't he feel anything?
"It's really, really the Storm Sword Sage … Dead, dead for sure …" Grand Duke Fisabulon was not only trembling, but also muttering in his sleep.
Was it really that scary? Laurist narrowed his eyes, trying his best to suppress the intense desire for battle in his heart. He tried his best to use a calm gaze to size up the Storm Sword Saint. Just as Marquis Krilos called out the identity of the Storm Sword Sage and handed his sword to Master Maggroot, Loriste suddenly felt a strong desire to fight rise in his heart. It was like a hungry black bear smelling the sweetness of honey. It was an irrepressible desire to fight, and he really wanted to draw his sword and rush out to have a good fight with this Storm Sword Sage …
The Storm Sword Sage stood there, the longsword in his right hand trembling slightly in the air. It was an extremely mysterious rhythm. Everything was said without words. He stood there calmly, playing with the longsword in his hand. He had the confidence that the life and death of everyone in the great hall would be decided by his one sword. Regardless of status, regardless of whether he was a Great Swordsman or not, at this moment, in the eyes of the nobles of the kingdom, the Windstorm Sword Saint was like an incomparably majestic mountain before them, a giant standing in front of a group of ants …
In Laurist's eyes, the Storm Sword Saint was not like the other nobles thought he was a giant. The old man was still the same old man, but his figure was like wind and fog at the same time, making it impossible for Laurist to determine his true existence. His every movement seemed to be a part of himself, separated from the space of the hall, yet at the same time, he stood above it.
He stood next to Marquis Kerlori, very naturally, casually, and nonchalantly. He seemed to be full of openings that could be broken with one sword, but Laurist found that when he simulated attacking those openings in his mind, they would turn into bottomless traps that would swallow him up. In that moment, a layer of cold sweat appeared on Laurist's forehead.
A powerful enemy! While suppressing the intense desire in his heart, Laurist felt a strong sense of excitement. It was a feeling of not having the slightest bit of confidence, but an extreme thirst for a challenge. Laurist suddenly understood. Perhaps this was the chance he had been looking forward to breaking through the bottleneck of his training. When Archduke Fisablun, a level-3 Great Swordsman, could not take a hundred moves from him in swordsmanship practice, then only a duel with a Sword Saint could improve his training …
"Your Majesty, I believe that you will not reject the invitation of a Sword Saint. The Commerce Alliance sincerely invites Your Majesty and all of you to visit Moronte City and spend some pleasant and relaxing days together. Once the peace treaty is signed, you can return to your family territories. "Marquis Krilos still had an elegant smile on his face, and his demeanor was impeccable. However, in the eyes of the nobles of the kingdom, his smile looked so hateful and cruel, like a demon playing with a little white rabbit that had fallen into his trap. It made people want to punch him.
The second prince's face was pale, and his body was also trembling. However, his answer was very resolute. "I would rather die under the sword of a Sword Saint than go back with you! As a descendant of Emperor Chrison, I would rather die than submit! "
The elegant smile on Marquis Krilos' face suddenly disappeared, and his entire face became ferocious. "Haha, you want to die? It can't be that easy. Your Majesty, do you think that in the hands of a Sword Saint, your life and death are still in your hands? If you resist, Master Magrut will not take your life, but he will break your limbs, remove your chin, and then send you back in a ragged carriage. Perhaps Your Majesty feels that it is more dignified to enter Moronte City in a ragged carriage like a prisoner. Then, I will definitely satisfy your little wish … "
Well, it turned out that the second prince was going to strip Marquis Krilos naked, smear honey on his body, and stick feathers on it. This was the custom of some places in Galinthea Continent to treat captured swindlers. Now that Marquis Krilos had said that he would break the second prince's limbs, remove his chin, and put him in a ragged carriage, that was the treatment for captured bandits and horse bandits. Both of them were very considerate in setting up a courtesy that was very suitable for their respective identities.
"I admit that I am not a match for a Sword Saint, but can a Sword Saint stop me from committing suicide?" The second prince pulled out his sword and placed it across his neck. He expressed his determination to die rather than be taken to Moronte City to be humiliated.
"No, don't, Your Majesty! Your Majesty, stop … "At this time, the nobles in the hall came back to their senses. They could no longer care about the threat of the Sword Saint, and all rushed forward to stop the second prince's impulse. There were even a few angry nobles who pulled out their swords and stood in front of the second prince.
It couldn't be helped. If His Majesty was forced to commit suicide by the Sword Saint in front of everyone, it would become a lifelong shame for all the nobles present. It would be better for all the nobles present to jump into the river together. It was a matter of family reputation. Even in the presence of a Sword Saint, they could not escape. At worst, they would die rather than be humiliated. Instead, they would leave a good reputation for their family as a brave and unyielding protector.
"Clap, clap, clap." Marquis Krilos clapped his hands. "I admire Your Majesty's determination and courage to commit suicide rather than be humiliated, as well as Your Excellencies' determination to stand in front of a Sword Saint and sacrifice yourselves. But I have to remind Your Majesty and Your Excellencies, do you really believe that Your Majesty can commit suicide within the territory of a Sword Saint? And Your Excellencies, do you think you can block a casual blow from a Sword Saint? "
Marquis Krilos shook his head gently. "Your Majesty, stop playing around. You'd better obediently follow me to Moronte City. I really want to leave Your Majesty with some dignity. If Your Majesty insists on not following my good intentions, I'll really break your hands and feet, remove your jaws, and put you in a shabby cart. That will only make Your Majesty more humiliated.
And Your Excellencies, please persuade Your Majesty as well. We must bring Your Majesty to Moronte City alive because we don't want to become a killer, so his safety is guaranteed. As for the nobles of the kingdom, we don't care much about one more or one less. I hope Your Excellencies can be sensible and persuade Your Majesty that time is running out. "
Hmm, what does he mean? Why does he say time is running out? Just as everyone was pondering the meaning behind Marquis Krilos's words, the sound of a warning horn came from afar.
Soon, the sound of hooves approached quickly and stopped in front of the tent. Then, a royal guard rushed into the tent. Without looking at the strange situation in the tent, he knelt on one knee and lowered his head to report. "Reporting to Your Majesty, the Commerce Alliance has suddenly dispatched an army and launched an attack on our barracks. One of them, about 100,000 troops, is attacking our White Lion Legion. The two White Lion Legions deployed at the frontline will collapse upon contact. Your Majesty, please make a decision quickly, uh … "
The royal guard who reported the news finally realized that something was wrong in the hall. He jumped up and was about to shout, but suddenly, a spot of starlight flashed in the air and accurately sank into his throat. The royal guard clutched his throat and fell to the ground. He kicked his feet twice and stopped moving. Storm Sword Saint Maggroot still did not say a word. He stood beside Marquis Krilos, as if the death of the royal guard behind him had nothing to do with him.
The second prince's face turned pale. He took two steps back and sat down on the throne. Even the sword in his hand that was placed across his neck drooped down. As a Great Swordsman who had read the records of the royal family regarding the Sword Saint, he naturally knew that Marquis Krilos was right. He was less than six meters away from the Storm Sword Saint. This distance was within the Sword Saint's domain. Once the Storm Sword Saint activated his domain, it would be difficult for him to commit suicide even if he wanted to …
The news from the dead royal guard filled the second prince with despair. It was all over. The million-strong army was about to be annihilated. The Commerce Alliance had set up a complete trap for his million-strong army. No wonder they had been increasing their troops recently. He had thought that they were afraid of the power of the million-strong army, but he did not expect that the Commerce Alliance's plan was to destroy his million-strong army in one battle. From then on, the Andinac Kingdom would no longer be a threat to the Commerce Alliance …
Two drops of tears fell from the corner of the second prince's eyes. At this moment, the second prince really wanted to die on the battlefield. Even if he died, he wanted to die like a heroic king. But there was nothing he could do. The Storm Sword Saint was standing in front of him. Even he could not decide whether he lived or died. No matter how much he regretted it, he could not turn the situation around. The second prince hated himself for being arrogant and presumptuous. He had thought that the million-strong army would be able to force the Commerce Alliance to bow down. But now, not only had he lost himself, he had also lost the million-strong army …
All the nobles of the kingdom believed in the prospect described by the second prince. Using a million-strong army to the border to force the Commerce Alliance to sign a peace agreement was not even necessary. They only needed to intimidate them to achieve their goal. Therefore, everyone accompanied the second prince in feasting and having fun. No one was vigilant or guarded against the reaction of the Commerce Alliance.
It's all over. The second prince stared blankly at the decorative patterns on the ceiling. What a joke. He had spent so much effort and painstaking planning, only to end up as a prisoner. So what if he had a million-strong army? The Commerce Alliance had sent a Sword Saint to control the life and death of all the nobles in the hall. This was practically wiping out all the elite nobles of the kingdom. The million-strong army was like a dragon without a leader and without a commander. Take the few White Lion Legions under his command, for example. They had been tossed around by him for the past few days without rest and were very tired. Now that they had been ambushed by the army of the Commerce Alliance, the outcome was obvious. The million-strong army that had lost their commander and resistance was like a bubble. In the blink of an eye, it was gone …
"Your Majesty, I think we shouldn't dawdle anymore. The sky is just right now. Let's set off for Moronte City …"
The annoying Marquis Krilos's urging voice sounded in his ears again. But the second prince was disheartened and did not respond. He sat on the throne like a wooden block.
"Sigh! Some people just refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. " Marquis Krilos let out a long sigh. He turned around and bowed to the Storm Sword Saint beside him. "Master Maggroot, looks like I'll have to trouble you."
The Storm Sword Saint nodded slightly and did not say a word. With a sweep of his eyes, the nobles that were blocking the second prince's throne automatically moved to the sides, leaving a two-meter-wide path in the middle. The Storm Sword Saint snorted and walked towards the second prince.
He had only taken two steps when the Storm Sword Saint stopped again. This was because a noble of the kingdom had suddenly appeared in front of him. He stood in front of the Storm Sword Saint with a calm expression. He did not look like the other nobles of the kingdom who were trembling in fear when facing the Storm Sword Saint. Moreover, his hand was on the hilt of his sword, and he was slowly unsheathing it inch by inch …
"Who are you? How dare you unsheathe your sword in front of Master Maggroot! "Marquis Krilos was immediately enraged and shouted.
"Hehe, I am the Grand Duke of the Northern Lands, Norton Lollister, who your Commerce Alliance is going to hold a public trial and the entire race will be punished. His Majesty seemed to have introduced us before the banquet started. It seems like you are very forgetful, or perhaps you do not even care about a small fry like me. "
Lollister answered Marquis Krilos casually, but his eyes were fixed on the Storm Sword Saint. The two of them were three meters apart, and for the first time, a solemn and confused expression appeared on the Storm Sword Saint's calm face. He stared at Lollister in bewilderment. Although the sword in his hand had already been unsheathed, he did not attack for some reason. Instead, he waited for Lollister to unsheathe his sword inch by inch …
With a "clang", Lollister finally unsheathed his sword. He then grinned at the Storm Sword Saint. In an instant, the entire hall suddenly turned blood red. Everything, be it people or objects, was covered in a layer of dazzling red.
The Storm Sword Saint's expression changed greatly. He retreated quickly and made a sound for the first time. His slightly hoarse voice was deafening. "Domain! You, you are also a Sword Saint? "
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