Chapter 413: Heir of the Blade (1/2)
Chapter 413: Heir of the Blade
Translator: OneshotwonderEditor: Hitesh_
One point where Wakana had hit the mark was Patroclus' recklessness. Despite the low-key attitude of House Dower, Patroclus would never be slowed down by the constraints imposed by others. The Ivantian prince's sudden display of resolution had finally awakened the earthlings to the realization that their opponent meant business.
Patroclus' actions were against his usual restrained and reticent character. The media meeting had gathered all journalists who provided coverage on the tournament. Everyone watched the young Ivantian Prince with great anticipation, waiting for him to speak out.
An Ivantian walked to the stage and informed Patroclus that all things were ready.
Patroclus nodded with a smile and then announced, ”Thank you for coming. I have only one announcement: I will delay the final match for a week.”
The announcement landed in the crowd like a bomb. Everyone, including all the journalists, was shocked by the news. Sensing the promise of drama, all journalists raised their hands for questions. Like hungry carrions, they smelled a piece of fat and juicy headline in front of them.
”Mr. Dower, the match was scheduled for tomorrow. Do you think the organizing committee would approve of your decision?”
”Touché! You have the edge over your opponent right now. Why would you want to give it up?”
Questions came one after another. But surprisingly, none of the questions was about the match itself, instead intending to find out Patroclus' motive in making such a decision. If Patroclus went with the flow, he would have become the most dominant fighter of his age by tomorrow afternoon.
As the crowd bubbled with questions, Wakana rushed into the meeting room with a couple of his assistants. His face was pale and taut before he had seen the roomful of journalists. However, even as he stepped into the threshold, his expression turned milder by the second. Dower was not a power to be messed with, and therefore, caution and restraint were called for. As an avid politician with a bulging belly, changing his appearance and mood was much easier than changing his shirt.
”Mr. Dower, I hope you understand that all of us have to play by the rules, including you. Unless, you can present us with a legitimate reason for being otherwise.” Through the smile that Wakana plastered onto his face, people could still see the fire of anger seeping out from the folds of his unimpressed double chin.
Patroclus remained placid and watched the politician quietly.
”Mr. Wakana is right. All of us deserve an explanation.” A clear voice broke the silence.
Wakana was annoyed by the interruption as he turned his head around and surveyed the crowd for the speaker. ”Who's speaking!”
Zhang Mi, the journalist, stepped out of the crowd with a confident smile. Ever since her coverage of Wang Tong, she had quickly become the most famous journalist at MTV. The sudden fame had encouraged her; she stared at the fat politician with a trace of despise in her eyes.
”Rules are made by humans such as yourself, Mr. Wakana. And as a reasonable and rational human being, you would understand that rules could also be bent when called for. Don't you agree?”
Agreement from an army of journalists quickly followed Zhang Mi's question. Faltering, Wakana's face turned sour and green. He turned towards Patroclus and announced, ”You have violated the regulation. I am entrusted by the committee to put things back to order. But first, do explain yourself.”
The room became quiet as everyone watched Patroclus with anticipation. Patroclus surveyed the crowd one more time before he broke the silence.
”I do it for the sake of fairness,” Patroclus announced calmly.
His words had perplexed everyone, since no one thought the match was unfair in the first place.