7 Chapter 236: Arrogance (1/2)
Caesar's carriage passed by the thick walls of Rahvin kingdom, entering through the lifted gates and drawn bridge. Warriors hailing from both the royal guards and Rahvin military could be seen stationed along the roads, bowing down toward the royal crest. Expressions of respect and absolute loyalty were etched onto their faces.
Seeing this, Caesar smiled and ran his fingers through his fluttering hair. Now that most of his promises and boring tasks were taken care of, he could finally focus on Rahvin Kingdoms' economy. That is especially so now that the fox-kin and gnomes have incorporated themselves into their society.
When regarding the gnomes engineering proficiency, the fox-kins physical strength, the elves magic, and humanity's sheer numbers, Rahvin Kingdom was in a very powerful position. It was about time that the crouching tiger preyed onto its enemies and established its foundation in the annals of history.
Thinking here, Caesar looked around and observed the flourishing populace. The Knights adorned high caliber cloud-steel armor, beautifully crafted blades, and dozens of ballistae and other siege weapons were stationed on top of the walls. The culmination of all of Caesar's hard work was positioned in one place.
A chuckle suddenly escaped from his lips as he elegantly stepped off the carriage. Thunder rang out in everyone's ears and clouds began to swirl from up above. Caesar's rhythmic footsteps stopped once he reached a nearby captain, a middle-aged man in his thirties. He gulped down a mouthful of saliva while staring at the ground, not daring to look up.
”Prepare a large number of rations and inform all high ranking military personnel to meet inside of the royal palace, ” Caesar ordered while quickly walking past the congealed group of men and women.
He flashed toward the entrance of the palace in a matter of minutes, shocking the nearby guards. Unsympathetic to the men, Caesar pushed open the wide gates and walked down the royal halls. It was time to announce his, the crowned prince's, arrival.
Boom! He busted through the courtroom, interrupting the amassed officials and nobles inside the hall. They held their tongue as they jolted their heads toward the door, shocked to see who had arrived. The person everyone inside the room, besides King Crowley, dreaded.
”Good evening, gentlemen, ” Caesar opened up with a cruel smile, ”this loyal subject has a decree I wish to offer!”
Silence pervaded into the hall as his words ended, leaving the officials flabbergasted. Since when has Caesar ever referred to himself as a subject? Since when had he ever submitted a decree? What kind of strange event took place to make the dreaded blood prince become so humble?
Crowley, sitting atop his throne, waved his hands and urged Caesar to continue his words. Never in a million years would Crowley wish for his son to act so restrained in front of him. It was the opposite, he believed that it was Caesar who should be sitting on the throne instead of his fat bottom.
”As the royal son, Mephesto Pheles, I wish to offer you some advice, my father, ” he paused while glancing around the room, ” you are old and deserve rest. After garnering all of your achievements and rendering remarkable rewards for the Rahvin Kingdom, I think it is about time you retire the crown.”
”This…” Crowley stammered.
An uproar immediately broke out as the officials began to furiously talk amongst themselves. Never before has someone so brazenly asked for the throne, but this was Caesar, after all. Those who protested such an action could not even voice their complaints due to the massive influence that Caesar wielded. They could only pray to God that Crowley would deny him.