Chapter 136: The Government
In the core area of Europe, the wind clan estate, the throne room
The grand throne room was built like a storm’s eye—quiet, imposing, and charged with tension. Massive windows cast sharp light across the obsidian floor, where runes pulsed faintly beneath polished stone.
At its center, seated upon a throne sculpted from storm-forged metal, was Cassius, head of the Wind Clan. His black-gray hair, like strands of mist, drifted slightly with the breeze that always whispered through the chamber, no matter how tightly sealed it was.
A bored expression sat on his face as he leaned his chin on a gauntleted hand—elegant, but laced with dormant power.
Before him, a floating screen projected two familiar figures: Liè, tall and sharp-eyed, arms crossed with cold disapproval; and Livia, elegant and composed, though her frown betrayed her unease.
Their silence was thick—until Liè finally broke it, voice edged like steel.
"Why did you get the government involved in this matter? Why drop such a mission in the Association Guild, fully aware that it’s under the government’s influence? You know those old men won’t let this go without digging."
Livia’s voice followed shortly after, calm but laced with warning.
"We agreed the world couldn’t learn the truth. Those fossils couldn’t lift a finger when we crushed the Thunder Clan, afraid to risk annihilation—but now you’ve handed them breadcrumbs about the boy."
Cassius didn’t move at first. Then he blinked lazily and shifted in his throne, the metal of his gauntlet scraping faintly against his armrest as he straightened.
"Let’s get one thing clear," he said, voice smooth yet cold, like wind slicing across a cliff’s edge.