Rising of the Weakest Mage

Vol 12/Ch 119 - Tribulations to be Had

"Allen Fleming must be Christina's long lost son!"

Those words that came from Ms. Florence had rung in Allen's head multiple times, over and over. It was though the answer he had been searching for this entire time was finally in front of him, yet he could not grasp it. A part of him wanted to believe that must be the case, while the other thought it could be false.

Christina Windblade, former leader of the Council of Magic (now Triumvirate) and former head of the Windblade family, it was said that she was a powerful leader and mage. All those around her followed her willingly and looked up to her immensely. Arguably one of the strongest mages that London has ever produced, Christina will certainly be remembered for forever.

But Allen Fleming, who has barely any air magical power whatsoever, who lived in a small village out in the middle of nowhere is her son? It was reasonably hard to believe. It just did not make sense, and Allen could see why Edmund and the judge were opposed to it.

"No... There's just no conceivable way that Allen is the son of Christina Windblade!," Edmund heavily disagreed. "She never had a son, it's not possible!"

"Then how else can we explain that Allen Fleming is able to use his sword, which you claim is Windrus?," Ms. Florence pointed out. "If it truly is Windrus, and he's able to use it and was in his possession, it makes sense"
"No! Allen is simply too weak in air magic usage, there's simply no way!," Edmund argued back. "It's possible that he's from some sort of branch family, rejected at an early age and wound up with adoptive parents! There's no way he's Christina's son!"

As the two of them continued to bicker, Allen noticed that the judge wasn't stepping in to stop either one of them. Wasn't it his job to keep order? Just what was going on with this case? What was going to happen to Allen?

Even if they somehow convince them I am Christina's son, what does that mean for me?, Allen thought, confused and lost. Does that mean I'm free to go with no charges? Or perhaps, something more?

Allen looked over at Mr. Garet, who could only sigh and keep his head down with what was going on, and Allen didn't blame him. Allen appreciated they were both here helping him... but this was just turning into a mess.

Before anyone could stop them, suddenly the double doors to the courtroom swung open. The magical knights surrounding Allen turned their attention towards whoever had suddenly entered into the courtroom, putting their hands up in the event of danger.

"Unfortunately, I need to step in for a moment," the person walked in, as he closed the doors behind him.

"William?," Allen asked out loud, as his eyes were wide with shock and surprise.

Allen couldn't believe that he saw his former mentor and Head Director standing just right in front of the entrance to the room. He had a serious and determined look on his face, and kept his eyes towards the front of the room, where the judge sat. William did not look over or acknowledge Allen by any means.

"Hmph, you're late," Mr. Garet grumbled, as Edmund looked back and forth between the two of them with annoyance.

"I- had some pressing matters to deal with Walter," William admitted. "However, this obviously requires my attention"

"How dare you interrupt a court session!," the judge boomed, his voice filling the room. "I will have you know that this courtroom is under direct control of the Triumvirate, and anyone who disrespects-"

"Where is my brother?," William interjected. "Why is the Triumvirate official Edmund here instead?"

"That is none of your concern," the judge coldly answered. "You have no business here! Out with you!"