Chapter 466 I’ll Make Sure To Send Flowers To Your Grave
King Austen, Lord Edmond, Oscar, and four more middle-aged men gathered at a table to discuss what just happened half an hour ago.
“That was the second time she interacted with Ethan,” Lord Edmond said in a solemn tone. “The first one can be brushed off as an incident because she might've moved to eliminate the threat on the castle grounds. But her next appearance seems to be done of her own volition.”
“Don’t forget that she also took the initiative to feed him,” King Austen commented.
“And she also told the boy not to bully you,” Lord Edmond said as he looked at his close friend with an amused look on his face. “Imagine, a boy who is not even twenty bullying the King of Eastshire. Your father would rise up from the grave to give you a good smack if that were to really happen.”
King Austen pretended that he didn’t hear Edmond’s side remarks and focused his attention on Oscar, as well as the four other men sitting at their table.
“Oscar, make sure that Vladimir doesn’t provoke Ethan again, especially while he is still inside the castle,” King Austen stated. “In fact, it will be best if you tell him not to provoke Ethan ever again.”
“Tell that to Constantine as well,” Edmond stated. “I can see that boy challenging Ethan to prove that he is superior to him. Constantine may win in a spar against him, but if they were to fight a battle of life and death, I don’t have high hopes for your Prodigy to last even a minute against Ethan.”
“And what makes you so sure about that?” Oscar asked with genuine curiosity.
He didn’t seem annoyed that the Grand Archmage didn’t believe that Constantine would win in a real fight against Ethan.
He was asking purely out of interest because, after having a verbal argument with the boy, he had the strong urge to give Ethan a good spanking for talking back to him.
“I have sparred with him once,” Edmond replied. “Let’s just say that he didn’t even use his magic when he fought against me. He only used his weapon, but it was more than enough to make me take him seriously.”
“Are you referring to that spear that he used during the Knight and Seek game?” one of the middle-aged men, who watched the battle from a distance commented. “The one that attacks autonomously?”
“Yes,” Edmond replied. “That one.”
“I saw it in action,” the middle-aged man smirked. “And I can confidently say that I can easily block it without fail.”
The Grand Archmage smiled faintly at the middle-aged man and didn’t bother to argue with him.
When Ethan fought against him, he didn’t hold back, and the spear moved with the intent to kill.
These people could talk freely because the Grand Archmage of Eastshire had placed a powerful soundproofing spell around them.
He had also cast illusion magic, making it so that anybody who tried to read their lips from afar wouldn’t be able to get anything substantial because all they would see were seven middle-aged men drinking and laughing with each other.
“It’s still too early to tell,” King Austen answered. “Personally, I don’t think he is the next owner of the Sword of Light, but the fact remains that the Will of the Sword seems to be interested in him.
“This alone raises his importance, especially since she had promised that she would help him ‘once’. As long as we don't know when she will give him this help, we can assume that it will only happen in a situation that is more dangerous than a Dungeon Outbreak.”
Oscar crossed his arms over his chest before narrowing his eyes. “Are you perhaps talking about the threat similar to that of the Fomorians? Are you really going to believe that Chesmire Cat?”
“Yes,” King Austen replied. “It is better to believe that a threat that can wipe our Kingdom is starting to awaken than to pretend that it isn’t there.”
“Very well.” The third middle-aged man nodded. “For now, it is in our best interest that we do not antagonize our... Honorary Knight. However, if he steps a single toe out of line, I will be one of the first to teach him a lesson.”
“Just make sure to prepare your coffin in advance if you were to do that,” Edmond commented. “I’ll make sure to send flowers to your grave.”
“Hmph! You’ll be the first to kick the bucket, Edmond.” The middle-aged man snorted. “But on a different subject, is he still single? You see, my daughter has just come of age...”
King Austen and Edmond shared a knowing glance at each other before nodding their heads at the same time.
“He’s already taken,” Edmond said.
“He has at least three lovers that we are aware of,” King Austen stated. “There could be more, though.”
The King and the Grand Archmage decided to prevent anyone from bringing up marriage talks with the boy, who had caused a commotion half an hour ago.
The two most powerful and influential people in the Kingdom of Eastshire had both decided that, for the sake of their nation’s stability, letting the old foxes drag Ethan into their political battles wasn’t the right thing to do.
Meanwhile, while all of this was happening, Ethan had just finished taking a shower.
He entered the bedroom with just a bath towel wrapped around his waist while holding a hand towel to dry his hair.
The young beauty, who was dead drunk and wearing a seductive one-piece nightgown, was currently sleeping on the bed, and snoring loud enough to wake up the dead.
