MainNovelChapter 744: His eyes met every corner of the assembly like a hammer striking stone.
"The Oracle fell into a critical state before she could nall his accomplices. Even now, she fights for her life. But hearand hearwell. Those who aided him in his heinous crimes-whether in the past or present-shall share his fate. They will be punished, and it will not be swift. It will not be merciful." Silence reigned like shadows at midnight.
His eyes burned with wrath, pressing into every soul in the room.
"Any who dare remain silent upon seeing him, pretend ignorance, or allow him to slip through their fingers are no better than him, and they, too, will know a suffering worse than death. Zaiper Thoryk Dragaxlov is now a wanted male. As of this moment, a kingdom-wide manhunt has been declared. Wherever he is seen, he must be reported immediately." Many nodded earnestly, smurmuring their agreement to one another.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"This decree will alter the course of our order," Daemonikai continued.
"But as it is written in our constitution, as it is decreed in the laws governing treason and crimes against the throne and our people, the Northern Clans will no longer hold the position of Rae'nille." Daemonikai glared at the Northern Clan chiefs and elders, daring any opposition.
"No clan that has birthed the greatest traitor of our kind shall stand as Second. The Northern Clans, ruled by the Dragaxlov bloodline, are hereby stripped of their former rank. From this day forward, they are no longer Rae'nille, but Foart'hile. The Western Clans, ruled by the Skyvakto bloodline, shall now rise to Second, and the Eastern Clans, under the Nocthrax family, shall ascend to Third." The northern delegation bowed their heads in sorrow and shame. Not a word was spoken.
Across the chamber, the Western and Eastern clans made no attempt to hide their satisfaction. They watched the fallen Northerners with open smugness-those who had long regarded all others as inferior, prideful, and egoistic. On the dais, Grand Lord Vladya and Grand Lord Ottai watched their people in silence, their expressions neutral.
Daemonikai lifted his chin.
"Are there any objections?" "None, Your Majesty," cthe united reply. Voices from every tier answered, resolute.
Then, a throat cleared.
High Chief Yazaro, leader of the Northern Clans, rose.
"Your Grace, we understand your decree and we accept your judgment." Daemonikai said nothing, waiting. "But what will becof Zaiper Dragaxlov's throne? He is the last of his bloodline. It cannot remain empty for long." "Perhaps this time, another family should take the throne," the chief's second added, rising as well.
"What Zaiper did was despicable. His ndoes not deserve to remain upon our throne any longer. I cast my vote that a new family ascend." There were nods and murmured agreement.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"That might have been the case if Zaiper were truly the last of his line. But he is not," the Grand King stated.
Shock swept through the court, murmurs rising like a growing wind. Disbelief was plain on every face.
"What do you mean, Your Grace?" High Chief Yazaro asked slowly.
"Many of you will remember Zaiper's m elder brother, Kristoff Kaelres M Dragaxtov, the late General Commander of all our armies." Heads nodded, faintly at first, then with certainty. Kristoff's legacy was well known and still honored.
"Over two millennia ago, Kristoff's bondmate severed their bond, fleeing from the family without word or reason, while he was away at war. It e was during one of our long battles against the vampires-the war that lasted ten years. When Kristoff returned, enraged and grief-stricken, he never sought her out. No one did." Daemonikai paused, letting the memory settle.
"The Oracle told me, eight hundred years ago, before she entered her last deep sleep, something that has remained hidden until now. Kristoff had a son."
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