Chapter 12: construct??
The arena was completely silent, so silent that everyone seemed to be holding their breath as they turned to Drenvar on his throne. The man leaned forward, his hands gripping the chair handles so hard the metal began to twist and warp.
His eyes were solely on the projection in the middle and the head of Zephyr lifted in the air, a clear challenge.
Different emotions appeared on his face: curiosity and joy mixed with a little pity. "Is this the real child of the Dragon?"
It was only then that the lords and nobles breathed a sigh. They had never seen or heard of a case where a bastard won and killed a legitimate Vorrakyn before.
In just minutes, Vacuse had suppressed one and killed one. He had shown himself to be the stronger one.
Below, Isolde blinked slowly. She did not show much emotion at first, but when many people looked her way, she bowed her head and forced water from her eyes. "My son."
Her tone was flat and clipped.
Just like that, Zephyr was treated as if he never existed. All the nobles who had supported him quietly restrategized. It seemed there was a new heir.
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With Zephyr taken care of, Vacuse turned his attention to his main objective: the Blood Fruits. He faced the pile of monsters and used his sword to cut them up, using their blood to rub on his body.
Then, with the smell of other monsters on him, he sped into the forest. At that moment, no one could possibly face him in the forest, not even the monsters.