The Vastness of Magical Destiny-Chapter 113 - 5 Princess Vero
Chapter 113: Chapter 5: Princess Vero
Chapter 113 -5: Princess Vero
The doors to the reception hall were suddenly flung open, and an angry, panicked voice tinged with sobs rushed in from outside, “Father, how could you do this? Father, they are your citizens; it’s just that they were misled by rumors and did some irrational things, couldn’t you have explained and persuaded them instead? How could you let the guards disperse them? Look at what your guards have done? The square is stained with blood; this is a disgrace for the Galle Region that hasn’t been seen in a hundred years!”
The silver-haired girl, clearly inheriting her father’s lineage, had a perky little nose and dark, lustrous eyes resembling a pair of grapes drenched in water, watery and shining faintly. Her fair skin was like clear jelly soaked in milk, with a hint of red on her cherry lips that complemented her entire jade-like face perfectly, her anxious expression pitiful to behold. Her long silk gown, white as snow, trailed on the ground, and beneath a ribbon around her slender neck hung a small silver statue of Demeter, the goddess of the harvest. Her waist was slim and seemed as if it could be encircled with a hug.
Without any regard for the other guests in the living room, the girl ran straight to her father, grabbed his hands, and shook them vigorously, leaving the dignified silver-haired elder both annoyed and helpless.
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Komer felt as if his heart had been heavily struck, leaving him breathless. At the very moment the girl burst in, the panic and sorrow flashing in those purple eyes seemed to thunder through his long-silenced and nearly numb soul, causing a memory to suddenly leap forward in his mind, leaving him momentarily distracted.
“Vero, how can you be so impolite? Can’t you see I have guests?” The silver-haired elder obviously doted on his daughter, and despite his stern words, the tone of affection and pity was unmistakable.
“Father, please order the guards to stop dispersing them quickly? If this goes on, people will die,” the girl pleaded tearfully, completely ignoring her father’s warning.
“Vero, these ignorant and worthless common people need to be awakened with violence and blood, let them understand that everything must follow the law. Don’t worry; nothing serious will happen. These wretched cowards will scatter like smoke when they see the guards,” the silver-haired elder said, already knowing that his dealings with the refugees from Meine and Susoer had fallen through just by looking at the expressions on the faces of their representatives. The guy pretending to be nonchalant by the side was probably thinking about how to report his misdeeds to the Kingdom’s Ministry of the Interior. Although he wasn’t scared, a follow-up investigation by the Internal Affairs Department would be a headache he’d rather not have.
Before he finished speaking, determined and firm footsteps approached from outside, “Your Excellency, the rioters have been dispersed, and order has been restored.” A tall and handsome young military officer strode in, performed a standard knightly salute, and then his gaze involuntarily fell on the lovely young girl standing beside the silver-haired elder.
The entrance of the young knight immediately attracted everyone’s attention. While others were drawn to the young man’s vibrant demeanor, Komer was astonished at the confidence and presence the man exuded. “At least this fellow must possess a mid-level Sacred Fighting Qi or higher to be a swordsman, and if I’m not mistaken, this sort of man could only be cultivated by the Church of Light at their headquarters or could be fashioned as a Paladin or a Holy Knight. Although the knight before us cannot yet be called a Paladin or a Holy Knight, with time and Komer’s discerning eye, this talented young knight could become a formidable contender.”
It appears that Duke Zellin isn’t as at odds with the Church of Light as the rumors suggest. Otherwise, such a high-level expert, aside from a few directly affiliated to the Church of Light’s own Knights Regiment, could probably only be found in the kingdom’s Fire Shadow Knights. Yet, Komer was shocked to encounter one here in Duke Zellin’s residence, which could not go unnoticed.
While the man was good at concealing it, ever since the nightmare, Komer’s spiritual sense and detection capabilities had advanced significantly. Despite not having reached a satisfying level in magic skills through daily meditation and contemplation, his intuitive and precognitive abilities had far surpassed those of the average man, especially in sensing those who wielded Light Series or Sacred Magic Force, which were opposed to his own Dark Magic Force, drawing Komer’s attention.
This man before him possessed not only a commendable level of magic power but also an uncommon battle spirit that allowed Komer to gauge his depth. Perhaps it was unexpected for someone knowledgeable to be present in the living room, or it could have been the sight of the silver-haired girl that invigorated the young knight’s spirit. But at the moment the knight’s eyes landed on her, Komer gained a clear insight into the man’s true caliber.
“Sart, you executioner, I saw with my own eyes you injure a woman, and I never want to see you again, you butcher with your hands stained with blood. Get out!” Not waiting for her father to speak, the silver-haired girl, teary-eyed with indignation, denounced the man: “You pride yourself on being a knight, but would a knight attack unarmed common people and women? Would a knight raise his sword against those kind and loyal citizens? Sart, I think you’re no better than a demon from hell.”
Scratching his head awkwardly, the young knight officer hurriedly explained, “Princess Vero, you have misunderstood. Firstly, these people are not the kind-hearted and honest common people you imagine; they are idlers and vagabonds from both inside and outside the city, instigated by some ulterior-minded individuals to deliberately tarnish the Duke’s and our Galle region’s honor and image. It’s not as simple as you think. Moreover, we only intimidated and dispersed them, without any excessive actions.”
“Really? Are my eyes deceiving me? Are those women holding children also ruffians and vagabonds? Are those plainly dressed farmers also lazy and idle people? Is the blood that splatters from their bodies when your men’s whips lash them also fake?” The silver-haired girl was filled with sorrow and anger, her dark eyes showing a look of deep loathing, causing the young knight inwardly to cry out in dismay.
Even as the silver-haired elder held immense affection for his daughter, he could not stay silent in this situation. After all, the young knight was of noble birth, a favored and esteemed individual, and he knew the knight had special feelings towards his younger daughter. Hence, he had intentionally avoided the topic in response to Vero’s questioning, but he could not let this continue in front of so many outsiders, particularly next to the farmer who watched on coldly.
“Vero, you are being too presumptuous! How dare you be so rude to Knight Sart? Apologize this instant! Knight Sart was carrying out my orders. If you have any complaints, blame me. I don’t think there’s anything inappropriate in dispersing these ignorant mobs. Even if they were incited and fooled by outsiders, they should pay the price for their stupidity! Get out!” The silver-haired elder’s face turned instantly cold, and his tone became severe like never before.
“Father?!” It was probably the first time the silver-haired girl had seen her father treat her this way, especially in front of so many people. Her eyes welled up with tears, and unable to hold them back any longer, she shook off her father’s hands and rushed out the door, “I will never forgive all of you!”
As the girl stormed out, the young knight, with a look of deep affection, intended to follow but was stopped by the silver-haired elder, “Knight Sart, since you’re here, it would be good to meet these gentlemen. This is Baron Komer, Lord of Caucasus from the Homer region; these two are Mr. Hozel and Mr. Zip from Meine City-State; this is Melbourne Lord from Susoer City-State; and these two gentlemen are Mr. Reese and Mr. Lafayette from Myron Duchy. Gentlemen, please allow me to introduce Knight Sart·Bonmings, he is one of our bravest knights in the Galle region and also the leader of my guards.”
The Bonmings family is one of the most influential after the Stolten family in the Galle region and are strong supporters of Duke Zellin, whom the Stolten family represents. They own a considerable share of the canal that connects Gutenberg and Odessa, information that Palermo had shared with Komer.
As a lord, Komer was increasingly realizing that there was much he still had to learn and grasp. His baronial title and the hidden Dark Magic Force were not enough to secure a stable position in the kingdom’s high society. Understanding key figures and powers in each region of the kingdom, especially those adjacent to or having a vested interest in his territory, was essential, and without a doubt, Sart was a member of the Bonmings family.
After the introductions, there followed a round of superficial and enthusiastic greetings, but the silver-haired elder quickly cut off the pointless courtesies, “The Northern Beastmen have broken through our alliance including Meine, Susoer, and Myron, the Three Cities, which have fallen. Sart, you are probably aware of this. Baron Komer is here to escort refugees from the Three Cities to resettle in Caucasus, to prevent the people from becoming slaves to the beastmen. It’s unfortunate that they met with such an embarrassing situation while passing through our Galle region. Knight Sart, you should conduct a thorough investigation to find out who is stirring up trouble and needlessly inciting unrest among the people of my territory, and to strictly punish those responsible.”
“Rest assured, Duke, I will find the troublemakers who have ulterior motives and restore justice for the Duke and our Galle region,” Sart the knight responded, following along with his master’s words while his gaze lingered on the guests.
“What I can’t understand is why you gentlemen would travel all the way to the remote and harsh Caucasus; I wonder whether people accustomed to living in affluent regions will be able to adapt. The Caucasus is known within our kingdom for its poor and rugged regions, not only adjacent to the Barbarian Territory but also plagued by Magical Beasts. Damarlinsk Castle is infamous across the whole continent as the Land of Demon’s Curse. I’m sure you’ve also heard of it, Your baron. It’s a place that’s said to bring misfortune and nightmares to people.”
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