Chapter 451: Let’s Go Home [2]
On the side, Amaniel squinted briefly. He shifted his peripheral vision toward Caelia and noticed the Mistress remaining completely still. She stood frozen in place, making absolutely zero effort to stop the approaching woman.
The pale hands moved closer.
“!”
A second later, the smile vanished entirely, replaced by a mask of chilling frost. She slowly lifted her dark, abyssal gaze and locked it onto Amaniel. Pure, concentrated hatred burned within her pitch-black eyes. She stared at him with absolute venom, as if blaming him for the child’s blatant rejection.
Yet, she refrained from launching an attack. She kept her hands rigidly at her sides. The apocalyptic aura radiating from Caelia’s silent, looming presence nearby clearly served as a massive deterrent, forcing the ancient royal to swallow her immediate wrath.
“…There is nothing to explain,” Caelia replied without a single trace of fear.
She straightened her posture and coldly announced her judgment, projecting her voice to reach everyone present.
“Caelia has openly betrayed the former Crown Prince, my son. She has completely defiled our royal bloodline by consorting with this lowly human!” Her pitch-black eyes narrowed viciously. “I hereby declare the immediate seizure of these sinners. Execute the man who sullied our lineage! As for the child… she will be permanently banished here with her mother!”
He was certainly thankful she refrained from killing him on the spot. However, receiving a formal death sentence was no different!
“Indeed, I agree with the Queen Matriarch!” a voice thundered from the sky above.
“Death to the sinner!”
Several others stayed completely silent, observing the situation carefully.
Just then, another violent grumble echoed through the realm.
He carried a relaxed, almost lazy posture. The boy coldly gazed through the shattered window at the majestic people hovering outside, causing the murmurs to instantly cease. He then swept his calm gaze across the interior of the room, completely ignoring the furious Queen Matriarch, the stunned Amaniel, and even Caelia.
Almost immediately, a bright, genuine smile blossomed on the boy’s face.
“I welcome the rightful ruler of Nemure,” the boy spoke, his voice a mix of reverence and respect. “The boundless ruler of the void, the absolute apex of our bloodline, the True Nightmare Sovereign!”
The majestic figures hovering outside the shattered window froze. Not a single one dared to utter a sound of protest or agreement. The suffocating silence that followed was absolute, heavy enough to crush the breath out of a normal person’s lungs. Amaniel felt the freezing grip around his throat loosen just a fraction under the boy’s overwhelming presence, though he remained perfectly still, carefully analyzing this drastic shift in the power dynamic.
Her previous arrogant, commanding facade shattered into a million pieces, replaced instantly by a look of sheer, unadulterated terror. Her hands, which had just been rigidly issuing death sentences, now trembled visibly at her sides. She swallowed hard, the sharp authority in her eyes dissolving into pure panic.
The small boy did not even blink in her direction.
Cathiel blinked her slate gray and crimson eyes. She observed the newcomer with obvious curiosity, her tiny hands gripping Amaniel’s shirt tightly.
He finally shifted his gaze upward and looked directly into Amaniel’s eyes.
“You must be the Guardian,” the boy stated calmly. His voice sounded young yet echoed with centuries of absolute authority. His pitch-black eyes narrowed slightly in genuine curiosity. “To stand so close to my aunt and survive… and to hold our Sovereign safely. How absolutely fascinating.”
The boy didn’t mind his silence and turned his attention to Caelia.
Caelia’s tense posture relaxed a fraction. A complicated emotion flickered in her crimson eyes.
The Queen Matriarch stood completely frozen on the side. Her flawless face turned paler by the second. She clearly realized her absolute authority had just been completely overridden by this sudden arrival.
“Did you just issue an execution order on the father of the True Nightmare Sovereign? The Twilight Guardian?” he asked. His voice dropped to a freezing whisper. “Did you dare to declare a banishment upon the absolute apex of our bloodline?”
“I…”
A single word left the boy’s lips.
Boom-!
The solid stone floor cracked in deep spiderweb patterns under the Matriarch’s trembling knees. She kept her head firmly bowed, completely suppressed by the boy’s terrifying gravity.
“I will uncover the full truth of these events later,” the boy declared, his freezing voice commanding absolute obedience. “I will thoroughly investigate this matter and deliver the absolute judgment upon all involved parties.”
The majestic figures hovering in the jagged rifts visibly stiffened.
“How dare you stand above the Sovereign!” he commanded, his voice exploding like a thunderclap across the realm. “Get down!”
Boom!
Every single imposing figure hovering in the air plummeted like a broken meteor. The overwhelming gravity stripped their flight capabilities away completely.
The boy snorted in pure disdain at them. He then casually brushed off his sleeves. The suffocating pressure vanished as quickly as it had appeared, allowing the air in the bedroom to circulate normally once again.
The cold, ancient monarch faded away, and the polite, smiling boy returned. He looked at Caelia, then Amaniel, and finally offered a gentle, welcoming look to little Cathiel.
“Come,” he spoke warmly. “Let’s go back home.”
