Daneel had always known that his Paragon spells were the most impressive in his repertoire. In this day and age where Energy levels had depleted, Paragons were nowhere to be seen.
As Drakos had said, that was not the case in the ancient times, but right now, Daneel was going to use this skill of his to 'woo' Katerina, the elf.
He had to admit that she was one of the most heavyset women he had ever seen. She was wearing pants made of a material that looked like cotton, and they emphasized her thighs, each of which were as large as a man's head.
However, this didn't take anything away from the inherent, rough beauty of the woman. In fact, it even added to it, giving her a unique vibe the likes of which he had only seen in Cassandra, although she wasn't nearly as muscular.
For this instance, Daneel had chosen one of his first Paragon spells- it was the one which utilized the concept of how a gun worked.
He had only refined it further, before making it into something that was quite impressive to see.
When he saw Katerina's wide open eyes that stared at the cannon-shaped Paragon construct beside him, he felt happy that it had worked.
"Please. Take a seat, first. I don't know where that assassin was from, but I think I'm right when I say that his objective must have been to stop this meeting."
With a flick of his finger, he made the Paragon constructs, including the large 'bullets' which were prised of a delicate mix of elementary particles to simulate piercing metal and gunpowder, disappear.
This made Katerina snap out of her rapture and see the man who had arrived.
She's only now noticing me?
Seeing this, Daneel couldn't help but remark about just how these elves' love for magic seemed to cloud all of their senses.
"You…I know you…"
She said, before remembering where she had seen his face before.
It was in one of the briefings she had received as one of the valuable mages of the Kingdom. This man was the King of Lanthanor, and the report had said that one should be cautious of him.
The reason behind that hadn't been written, but just the meticulous planning of this King whose most famous feats of fighting the Withering Leaf Sect and taking the throne of Lanthanor which were told in households today as bedtime tales were enough to warrant caution when dealing with him.
"Yes, I'm the King of Lanthanor, but I assure you that I mean you no harm. Please, sit."
Daneel repeated his request, after which he fashioned his own chair from the air and sat down.
As someone from the army, Katerina was used to high-stakes situations, so she quickly calmed down and first looked around before sitting down, too.
"I presume that the assassin teleported away. Now, I would first like to ask you one thing: when was the last time you spoke to the Queen."
Of course, you won't find that 'assassin', as he was my clone!
Daneel had been standing in the shadows of the balcony using Drakos's Hero-level concealment spell which had even hidden him from Ashahell and the Mad Doctor. He had first conjured a clone behind Katerina, dispersed it, and then conjured another one on the other side to give the image that the clone was really powerful. Of course, she hadn't been able to detect it, as the clone had literally e into being in both spots, as opposed to teleporting there or walking there.
Nodding her head with a pensive expression on her face, Katerina caressed her high cheekbones before thinking for a bit and replying, "Yesterday, when she called everyone for the special briefing regarding the festival. Wait…you said 10 days, right? Do you mean to say that…"
"Yes, Miss. Katerina. The festival will be the location of the massacre."
"How do you know of this?
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