Chapter 17: Nioh Glev
The landing of the ship shifted the atmosphere on the platform. Vassals and extended cousins, who had gathered with a mix of skepticism and anticipation, focused their attention on the sleek hatch as it began to open.
The first to emerge was X, whose name and reputation preceded him, a figure known to all present. He was closely followed by Marsai, a servant who until now had served directly under the monarch himself. The mere presence of Marsai alongside the entourage spoke volumes, signaling the importance the monarch placed on the young master's arrival.
And then, Nioh stepped out.
The crowd fell silent as their eyes landed on him. He descended the stairs with deliberate grace, wearing a sleek black bodysuit that clung to his slim, athletic frame. Draped over his shoulders was a regal white fur cape that flowed like liquid light, amplifying his aura of authority. His long silver hair was tied into an immaculate high bun, leaving his strikingly handsome face unobstructed.
His piercing gaze betrayed neither fear nor hesitation. It was steady, calculated, and carried a quiet defiance.
With his head held high, Nioh followed Marsai, walking with measured strides. The curious and judgmental gazes from the gathered crowd seemed to slide off him, as if they were beneath his notice.
The spectacle they had anticipated—of a scruffy, uncouth upstart—never materialized. Instead, the monarch's cunning became painfully evident to them all.
"How is this a child from the ghetto?"
"This is no castaway. This is clearly a love child the monarch has carefully nurtured in secret!"
These unspoken thoughts swirled among the crowd, their doubts and scorn now replaced by unease and grudging admiration.
As Nioh disappeared from view, making his way toward the funeral hall, the murmurs erupted.