True King's Ecstasy



The grand hall was ablaze with tension as Jason, a seasoned warrior of the Montero Kingdom, strode in with a detachment of soldiers at his back. The air crackled with anticipation as the assembled nobles and King watched, their eyes fixed on the impending clash. Jason's heart weighed heavy with the burden of his orders, for he knew he had to take Velian's head, yet he harboured a secret that threatened to devour him from within.

The way Jason saw Velian was like a figure of immense knowledge and wisdom, standing tall amidst the sea of expectant gazes.

His eyes glimmered with a mix of defiance and understanding, and a faint smile danced upon his lips. He knew what lay in Jason's heart, aware that the warrior yearned for a different path.

With a voice that carried both conviction and serenity, Velian addressed the crowd, his words slicing through the tense atmosphere.

"Come, Jason, Go for my head," he said, his voice echoing with confidence.

"If it is my head you seek, then come and take it. But know this, I shall not show mercy, for mercy belongs to those who value truth."

Daphnia wanted to help, but Velian asked her not to because she had the duty of protecting the weak members of her group like Ellena and her brother.

The nobles leaned forward in their seats, their eyes widening with intrigue. The King, his countenance a mask of curiosity and concern, motioned for silence, allowing the imminent clash to unfold.

"Show me your power King Velian, show me how you conquered a whole nation in a single week," He muttered under his breath taking a comfortable position.

Jason hesitated for a brief moment, his sword quivering in his hand, torn between duty and loyalty. But he knew deep within his soul that Velian held the key to vital information concerning a recent monstrous attack, the knowledge that could save countless lives. Yet his orders were absolute, and to defy them would bear dire consequences.

With a heavy sigh, Jason's resolve hardened. He stepped forward, his gaze locked with Velian's unwavering stare.

"Forgive me, Velian," he muttered under his breath, a whisper swallowed by the immense hall. "I must carry out my duty."

The clash of steel reverberated through the air as Jason lunged forward, his sword aimed at Velian's neck. The crowd held its breath, witnessing the inevitable clash between duty and conscience.

"Commander, don't show any mercy, massacre those kids too, there are unlucky to be with him," They shouted hoping to see a stream of red blood.

But something unexpected happened.

Velian, undeterred, met Jason's strike with graceful precision, their swords clashing in a symphony of metal. Their eyes locked, a silent understanding passing between them. Though blades clashed, there was a sense of unspoken rivalry in Hason's eyes, an unbreakable bond forged by shared secrets and a desire to protect formed in Jason.

He also wanted to see how strong this man who claims to be the person who could even conquer this land.

"I don't need this, it's slowing me down,"

With a serene smile adorning his face, made a bold and unexpected move. With a swift motion, he flung his sword aside, the weapon clattering against the marble floor.

The nobles, their eyes widening in shock, exchanged bewildered glances, wondering if the proud ruler they had once thought was a challenge had suddenly slipped into madness.

Jason, his sword still poised in midair, faltered, his eyes darting between Velian and the fallen weapon. "Velian, what madness are you trying to do?" he cried out, his voice laced with concern and confusion.

Velian's laughter echoed through the hall, his gaze piercing through the gathered soldiers and Jason.

"Come, I will deal with all of you with my raw strength, no magic, no weapons," he taunted, his voice dripping with unbridled confidence. "Attack me, if you dare. But know this, I will show you a power that lies beyond the grasp of your weak blades."

The soldiers hesitated, their eyes darting between the fallen sword and the enigmatic figure before them. The nobles watched, a mixture of fear and curiosity etched upon their faces, unsure of what they were witnessing.

In one swift movement, Velian's hand shot forward, his palm striking with a force that defied comprehension. A shockwave rippled through the air, and the soldier closest to him was sent hurtling backwards, crashing into a pillar with bone-shattering force. Gasps escaped the lips of the onlookers, their eyes widening in disbelief.

Velian's laughter resounded through the hall, his voice filled with an unearthly delight. "Haha~ homerun!" he exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with an otherworldly light.

"Did you believe that sword alone was my power? Behold, the depth of my raw strength!"

The nobles watched in stunned silence, their minds struggling to grasp the reality before them. The figure they had once feared for his wisdom and intellect to overtake a kingdom within a week, now displayed an unimaginable might, his bare hands capable of rending armour and flesh alike.

With each blow that fell upon the soldiers, Velian's laughter grew louder, reverberating through the grand hall like a symphony of triumph.

"Oh, my dear nobles of Montero, I can't wait to put holes in your chests," he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.

"Did you not think that there was more to me than met the eye? You see, knowledge is power, and power is liberation. You should have done your research before fighting me,"

Jason, torn between duty and astonishment, lowered his sword, his eyes locked with Velian's unfathomable gaze.

"What...what are you? What the hell are you?" he stammered, his voice trembling with a mix of awe and fear.

Velian's laughter softened into a knowing smile as he met Jason's gaze.

"Forget about it, we don't need to go to war anymore if I finish each and every one of you right now, so come," He said those words and didn't stay idle, instead he charged and started killing one by one soldier that looked terrified to see his face.

"Stop it! Monster, stop it, don't kill our people," Jason shouted with his eyes blazing in anger.

Now only he realised how stupid he was to bring this monster into the throne hall where the most important people are staying, so he knew he had to take responsibility.