Aethon first glanced to left and right, where the instructors and the students of the other academies are watching the scene.
"This is the internal matters of our nation. So, I'll be within every right to kill anyone that tries to interfere. So, co forward at your own expense. And one more thing…"
This ti, he addressed all the spectators in the stadium. "I will also give ten minutes of ti. So, better leave this place if you don't want to catch up in the middle and face an unfortunate death. The rest is your wish."
After giving a warning to others, he then looked at the Principal and spoke, "Barton Everglade, your disciple Azrael has been charged with infiltrating our nation, killing Leonard Light, and making a deal with a platinum grade beast of Arcana world.
As for you, you have been charged with sheltering a spy from the enemy nation, taking part in the death of Leonard Light, and sheltering an escaped beast for ten months.
Not only that, but you are also directly or indirectly responsible for the death of 7 Priests, 8 Bishops, one Archbishop, and 6 six-star realm rcenaries who on a couple of occasions went after Azrael to convince him and bring him to the trial."
Barton was shocked for a mont upon hearing that this many people had attempted to assassinate his disciple until now. He regretted that he wasn't putting enough attention on Azzy.
The Royal Ancestor continued, "Last ti, I gave you an opportunity but you didn't treasure it. On the account that your ancestors once my loyal generals, I'm willing to give one last chance.
You and your disciple must surrender and follow us to the Royal palace without resistance for the trial. If proven innocent, the matter will be put to rest.
Show even a slight of resist and I will have you and your disciple eradicate from the face of this planet. Like those people, you also have ten minutes to think, Barton Everglade of the Aclein city."
Even though he was speaking normally, it was loud enough to reverberate all over the stadium. Several onlookers gasp in surprise upon hearing the accusation followed by the warning. For a mont, silence filled the stadium until an equally powerful roar echoed in the surrounded.
"How dare you put such blatant accusations on my son?" The female voice was filled with anger and killing intent. It was so strong that the experts standing behind the Royal Ancestor shivered for a second.
Even Barton who was listening to his accusations with a calm expression appeared to be surprised for a second and turned his head towards the source.
He saw a familiar woman leaped from the audience section and landed on the field, right beside him.
Standing up on her feet, she glared at the people as she summoned a heavy sword and a shield bathing in raging flas. "I don't care who you are but don't you dare spout nonsense anything about my son."
"Aunt Affea?" Azzy stops moving and watched the battlefield.
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"Son?" The Royal Ancestor was taken aback at first and looked at Timothy for an explanation as he heard Azzy was only an orphan.
As Timothy inford about her and her relation to Azzy, the Royal Ancestor's eyes shifted to her.
"The princess of Snieca? I don't know much about you but Northern Qudour doesn't have good relations with your kingdom from a long ti ago." The Royal Ancestor replied to her in a calm tone. "That explains how you are fostering a spy of the south. You are just as guilty as him."
He then told her that she too has to follow him to attend the trial.
Affea's face beca only redder as her anger increased by this unreasonable enemy. The flas on the shield responded to her anger and the intensity increased further.
In front of her, there's a person who is in the realm of the nine-star realm but one can see fearlessness in her eyes as she challenged him.
Barton waved his hand, "you don't need to worry, Princess Snieca. I assure you, these lots will not even harm a single strand of hair of my disciple."
"Hmm?" Affea took a glance at him and saw a look of confidence on his face.
anwhile, Timothy crossed his arms over his chest, "I really wonder where your confidence cos from."
Just then, Barton's expression suddenly changed. His seriousness was replaced by a smile as he spoke, "Everyone in this nation knows the policy of your royal family. To clear your suspicions, you wouldn't even feel sorry for killing an innocent child. Do you really think I can't even expect such an attack beforehand?"
"Oh!" The Royal Ancestor simply glanced at the ground and comnted, "You want to depend on the seal hid below this piece of the floor?"
"Eh?" The experts around him were surprised to hear his words. They instantly tried to sense the ground below their feet. However, everyone found there was nothing strange about it.
"This man can see the seal?" Barton's smile was wiped off instantly, not expecting that Aethon can find out his trick.
Watching the expression on Barton, Aethon raised his hand. A ball of energy appeared over his palm. "Breaking through to the Realm of Supre isn't the sa as making a breakthrough from Exalt to Legendary realm. You see, it wasn't just an improvent in strength. I can see a few things that others…"
*Snap*
Looking at the crisis, Barton hurriedly snapped his finger and activated the seal while Aethon is busy with self complenting.
A giant black seal appeared below everyone's feet, covering the entire field. Along with Ricardus, the rest of the experts standing behind him covered their bodies with an energy shield to ward off this unknown attack.
On the other hand, Timothy was just looking calm as he had complete faith in his ancestor.
The Royal Ancestor stopped praising himself and threw the ball of energy towards the seal.
However, before it even touches the seal, the latter disappeared and the ball of energy hit the floor, causing a huge explosion, throwing off Timothy and Ricardus to the back as they were standing near to the point of impact.
As the smoke cleared, along with Affea, every spectator saw the appearances of Robots lined up at the edge of the field, encircling the intruders as well as blocking the exits.
While this sudden move caused a mont of confusion in everyone, a middle-aged man suddenly appeared beside Barton.
Azzy and others instantly recognized this man in a t-shirt and shorts who looked like he ca back from a vacation on a beach.
"Aegis!" Timothy's expression turned dark to see his youngest son of all people turning against him.
"It's been a while, Ancestor Light. Maybe, I should also address you as Venerable Light?" This man who has so modern fashion sense talked to the Royal Ancestor in a casual tone as always he has.
"Mind your tone, Aegis. This is no way to talk to our royal ancestor like that." Timothy scolded his son and turned towards Aethon and bowed, "I apologize for his behavior, your grace. I didn't raise him properly."
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