In the capital, news about the success of the orc subjugation finally spread, but what made everyone even more interested was the appearance of the new Transcendents in House Silversword.
Galanar, Warrick, and William…
These nas beca famous overnight and everyone could already predict the great changes that would happen on the Astanian Dragon Leaderboard with the ergence of these n.
At this mont, inside a mansion in the inner parts of Codera.
"Your Highness, are we really not going to do anything about Lucas? The strength of his House Silversword is no longer sothing that we can just ignore." Said Tyrone, the Marquis who had sworn allegiance to the crown prince.
The crown prince, Leighnard Exlor Astania, narrowed his eyes as he looked at the scenery beneath the hill through his window.
"So this is where his confidence cos from. He has three Transcendent Knights under him and based on the reports, those three are not ordinary warriors either." Prince Leighnard muttered.
He didn't think much of House Silversword since there was only Lucas who had so strength, but it was different now.
House Silversword's strength had exceeded his expectations and it could now compare to his and his younger brother's factions.
"Your Highness, how about I go there to check their opinion on the succession for the throne?" The old marquis was nervous.
House Silversword was already powerful enough to tilt the fragile balance between the two princes' factions. Whichever faction he joined would have the advantage in the coming succession battle!
Prince Leighnard turned around and asked. "Where is Lord Lucas right now?"
"According to my subordinates, they saw him leave Codera late last night. If we send soone to go after him, they might still catch up with him." The old man replied.
The crown prince rubbed his chin.
Hold on… The unexpected challenge, and now, this orc subjugation… I do not think these two are just coincidences. Why do I feel that this was deliberately done? The more he thought about it, the more he beca convinced that it was a carefully crafted plan.
Lord Lucas… House Silversword… What a brilliant strategy! "Lord Tyrone, it seems like you need to visit the North soon. I heard that it will be the birthday of Lord Lucas's son in two days. Although we cannot make it to the celebration, we can still send him so gifts."
If I cannot make you join our side, then I will make friends with you. Prince Leighnard thought to himself.
"Yes, Your Highness! I will prepare a suitable gift for his son!" The old marquis saluted.
***
Two days later, in North Pine Town, the town was in a festive mood. This was because today was the 19th birthday of Alaric Silversword, the heir of House Silversword!
The streets were filled with hanging banners, signifying the importance of this event to the residents.
Alaric wasn't just a noble heir to them. He was a great warrior who had led his army in protecting the northern borders from monsters.
Droves of carriages flooded the roads of the town, making their way to House Silversword's estate.
At this mont, inside the banquet hall, Alaric was busy entertaining the guests who had arrived to celebrate his birthday.
"Thank you for coming here, Lord Argus." Alaric greeted the old man who was dressed in formal clothes.
He didn't co here alone. Behind the old man were so northern lords, including Smith Heinrich who hadn't fully recovered from his injuries.
"My lords, thank you for coming here." Alaric smiled at them.
"Lord Smith, you should not have co. Your recovery is more important than this celebration." Alaric sighed with a look of reproach.
Smith Heinrich chuckled and waved his hand. "How could I miss your birthday celebration, my lord? These are just minor injuries. There is no need to fret over them."
The old baron, Argus, scoffed at his words. He then tapped Smith Heinrich's shoulder, making the latter grimace. "Look at you acting tough."
"Aigoo! Be careful, Lord Argus..." Smith Heinrich hissed as he looked at the old man.
The two had gotten closer after the orc subjugation.
When Smith Heinrich heard that it was the old baron who had saved him and his son from being devoured by the orcs, he was very grateful.
The rest of the northern lords laughed upon seeing this.
Alaric also smiled. "Let take you inside, my lords. We have invited the most famous perforrs in the North to share their talents. I am sure that you will love their performances."
He chatted with them as he brought them inside the venue.
"By the way, Lord Smith, where is Lord Dylann?" Alaric searched for Dylann in the group, but he was nowhere to be found.
Smith Heinrich snorted when he ntioned this. "I beat him up when I heard about what he did during the battle... He should be resting by now in Redonia."
Alaric was speechless, but he didn't disagree with how Smith Heinrich handled the situation.
Dylann abandoned his squad and placed himself in danger because of personal reasons. If it was soone else, they would have received severe punishnt. He was lucky that his father had only beaten him up.
"Let us not talk about that stupid son of mine, my lord. Today is your 19th birthday. Who would have thought that the man who led us in that battle was not even 20?" Smith Heinrich smiled wryly.
The northern lords nodded in agreent.
Alaric was already an Elite Knight and he had even fought toe to toe with powerful orc lords which few Elite Knights could do.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed it if soone told them about it.
"You flatter , my lord."
Alaric shook his head.
"There are plenty of powerhouses outside the empire. Compared to them, my puny strength is not even worth ntioning."
Beyond the empire, there were hundreds, if not thousands of bigger and more powerful nations.
He wasn't arrogant enough to think that he was unrivaled in the entire continent. Perhaps he was strong by Astanian's standards, but he knew that the continent was vast and there existed more powerful n and won!
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