Chapter 58: ~Tradition.~ (1/2)

***Norfolk, Capital-City***

***Celestial***

“I am innocent!”

Should I really believe that!? Surely he negotiated for something like this with the Jarl! He had a strange connection to the Jarl! Why else would he be accepted as a noble from Norfolk!

But even if he is innocent or not, I have to come up with something! I won't share Ascathon with someone else! Me being part of a harem!!? That's the end! I would arrive at the ultimate bottom of womanhood!

Who in her right mind would be happy to see her partner getting intimate with someone else! And I am not lesbian either! I have a child with this guy for gods sake!

What to do? Think fast before anyone gets over the shock of this revelation! On the other hand, nobody said that this Natasha is now his wife. The document just said that he has to take care of her.  But the dickheads in this room will surely interpret the testament with their own perverted thoughts.

That's it! I shoot up and my chair topples over. Ascathon rolls a little backwards in anticipation that the need to escape could arise. I point at my dear husband and smile.

“♠~I challenge you to a duel for the position of the Jarl!~♠”

If the room was silent before, the silence is now complete! If I would drop a needle, I could probably hear the impact on the ground. A few pearls of sweat form on my forehead, as I think of the implications of my actions.

I just broke several traditions. Like speaking up loudly during a discussion between men. Like challenging my own husband in public. Like trying to get into a position of power despite being a woman! Fuck this country!

A few mixed feelings play over Ascathon's face as he probably has similar thoughts. He looks down on his lap and starts to mumble. “A principality is already troublesome to manage … how troublesome is the whole fucking nation?” Then a smile forms on his face and he waves with both hands towards the throne with Natasha on it.

“~Sure. Take it. You are the new Jarl. It's all yours.~”

“Eh. Really? You have no problem with it?” I tap my lip with my index finger.

He shakes his head. “None at all! ~Sugar Cat.~ … erm, I should probably say Jarl!”

Okaaay? Did he think about something I didn't? I took this decision in the spur of the moment. But if I don't go through with it now, it will have a serious impact on my reputation.

So I walk quickly to the throne and snatch the testament out of Natasha's hand. Then I grab the shocked girl at the collar and lift her out of the throne to place her beside it. “You can be the new maid! I will need an assistant.”

Then I take my place on the throne and smile at the people under me. This thing is really a little too big, I need to make it smaller.

“D... Don't joke with us! First the Jarl's concubine and now the slave-wife of someone who wasn't even born in Norfolk?” King Sven Sveralk starts screaming with all his might.

“So you challenge me?” I arch an eyebrow and smile. That one will be the perfect example!

He starts walking up to me while a shard of ice starts to form above his right hand. “I don't challenge you! I will remove you from that chair! And then we will finally start talking for real!”

Sven thrusts his hand forward and the shard of ice flies in my direction, so I invoke my battle aura and stand up while ignoring the weak attack. The shard breaks upon impacting on my chest and I grab the throne.

It's big and heavy. Made out of big and heavy wooden trunks and iron rods, which are holding the whole thing together. The previous Jarl needed such a sturdy chair, otherwise he would have had to sit on the floor.

The throne is the perfect weapon to fight magicians!

Then I jump with the throne above my head and use it like a club, striking down at the offender! I hear a scream and the breaking of bones, as the heavy throne squashes King Sven Sveralk. After confirming that there is no more movement under the throne, I look around at the assembled party.

“~Is there anyone else who wishes to object?~”

Some people turn and try to run for the door, but the huge and heavy doorwings fly shut on their own. A clicking sound marks them being locked and a huge metal joist falls into position to seal the gate completely.