Chapter 318 Chapter 112 Coercion
The temperature in the air seemed to solidify. Ig held his breath, his palms suddenly clenched. The light from the luxurious lamps on the ceiling of the grand hall fell on the face of the man in the black robe. Although the other party was smiling, the expression illuminated was one of chilling sternness.
Marquis Mays looked at the other party and asked, “Who do you want my daughter to marry?” Young Master Ig held his breath, his palms suddenly clenched. The light from the luxurious lamps on the ceiling of the grand hall fell on the face of the man in the black robe. Although the other party was smiling, the expression illuminated was one of chilling sternness. Marquis Mays looked at the other party and asked, “Who do you want my daughter to marry?”
“No, no, Lord Marquis, you misunderstand. I can’t decide on Miss Shiel’s marriage.”
Yagmein played with the long goblet in his hand, a warm smile on his face. “It’s just that I’ve heard that more than ten years ago, you, Father, made an engagement with Count Douglas’s father, Osay, before His Majesty the King… Lord Marquis, don’t look at me like that. It’s just that you didn’t seem to remember just now, so I had to mention it.”
Marquis Mays remained silent, his gaze at the other party as if hiding a stormy sea.
However, the middle-aged man standing opposite him seemed unfazed. Instead, he slightly raised his gaze and smiled gently, “Or perhaps, Lord Marquis, you do not intend to acknowledge this engagement?”
Yagmein’s not-so-loud voice was like a clap of thunder.
Ig abruptly raised his head, his thoughts flashing rapidly like lightning in an instant.
Shiel was brought back by those people from the clan council under the pretext of their grandfather being critically ill. Even if Yagmein didn’t say it, his shadow must be behind it. Their goal was likely to have Shiel complete the engagement with that scoundrel Douglas… However, even if my inheritance rights are stripped, the Mies Territory will fall into Douglas’s hands. Are these people willing to become vassals to Douglas in order to seize the position of clan leader?
Ig clenched his palm and quickly shook his head.
But this was not right. If it were only like this, they wouldn’t need to be so obvious, and even brazenly question him in front of his father. Douglas alone could not be Yagmein’s backing… Wait, he mentioned someone just now.
The King of Peka.
A bolt of lightning flashed in Ig’s mind, bringing to mind the name of this supreme owner of the Sacred Sword, who occupied the royal throne. Lancaster, once a companion of Lord Lothel, now bearing the titles of Hero and King of Peka.
This explained everything. Douglas’s father was a personal attendant of the King, and Douglas’s current position as governor of the province was personally bestowed by the King. The other party could be seen as the King’s will.
And for his father, although he had never expressed his stance, his relationship with Lord Lothel was still difficult to clarify in the King’s eyes. Thus, Douglas and the clan council’s strength, represented by Yagmein, could completely unite under the King’s will and use this to attack his father.
Ig couldn’t help but tighten his grip. Towards this King of the Sacred Sword, who bore worldwide glory, although Ig did not admire and respect him like others, and instead disdained him because of Lothel, when he truly faced his shadow, Ig couldn’t help but feel a sense of powerlessness.
The solidified air in the hall echoed the end of Yagmein’s words. Except for the dazed Verafia, even Ophi vaguely guessed some of it and couldn’t help but nervously grasp her delicate jade-like hand.
Marquis Mays placed the silver goblet in his hand on the long table, lifted his deep blue eyes, and said, “I have no intention of breaking the engagement witnessed by His Majesty the King. However, Shiel is still young. I think it is too early for her and Lord Douglas to be engaged at this moment.”
“Lord Marquis, is that all?”
Yagmein smiled and suddenly changed the subject, “However, I heard in your Zenn territory that you, Lord Marquis, have summoned many lords and Saints from the southern region for your father’s injuries. If His Majesty the King were to know of such powerful actions, perhaps he would personally come to Lorincel to heal your father with the Sacred Sword.”
Marquis Mays’s pupils constricted, and in an instant, a strong killing intent almost spread out. Ig watched Yagmein, who was smiling and fearless, and felt the atmosphere in the hall tighten to the extreme. He exclaimed that things were not good.
“Clatter.” The silver long goblet fell from Verafia’s hand, who was lowering her little head. The red wine, as clear as a ruby, spilled on the ground, and the crisp sound broke the tense atmosphere.
Marquis Mays’s gaze shifted to the young girl in Ig’s arms.
Ig thought that he hadn’t paid attention to the little phoenix’s condition just now, and she had actually gotten drunk… But it was a good way to help his father out of a predicament. So he quickly raised his head and smiled.
“Father, Veer seems to be drunk… How about we end the banquet for today?”
“Since that’s the case, you can take Miss Vera to rest first.”
Marquis Mays loosened his furrowed brow and turned to Yagmein, “If His Majesty can come to Lorincel, not only for Father’s injuries, but my colleagues and I will be greatly honored.”
Yagmein drank the remaining alcohol in the goblet, smiled with a face similar to Marquis Mays, and then bowed very respectfully to the Marquis. “Then I look forward to it being as the Lord Marquis expects.”
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Outside the royal court, adorned with bright lamps and treasures, the air on the corridor was tinged with a hint of frosty moonlight. Ig took a deep breath, suppressing the restless emotions in his chest.
Just now, the brief conversation between Yagmein and the Marquis had given Ig a glimpse into the situation, which was filled with crises and dangers: the King, Douglas, the clan council, and even forces in the shadows such as the Church of the Dead Word…
“This is really troublesome…”
Ig couldn’t help but feel a sense of powerlessness. He simply let go of his powerless thoughts, lowered his eyes, and saw under the veil woven by the harvest moon and the quiet night, a peaceful and beautiful perfect profile.
Verafia, with her slender waist embraced by Ig, rested her head on his chest. The delicate breathing from her exquisite nose carried a faint scent of moisture and roses.
If this Miss Phoenix were awake, what would she say? Would she contemptuously shake her head and shout to strike down this king?
Although he didn’t know why he suddenly thought of such a thing, Ig couldn’t help but smile, and his mood relaxed a little.
Under the soft silver-white moonlight, the girl’s porcelain-white little face looked even more exquisite and tender, making Ig can’t help but reach out and touch her. The delicate jade-like skin was firm and smooth, like flawless jade.
The girl maid leading the way suddenly stopped. “Young Master Ig, this is the room Marquis has arranged for Miss Vera.”
