Tales of Astora: Legacy

Chapter 75: Wicked

Chapter 75: Wicked

That evening, the top noble and also the person holding the decision that would determinate whether the elves would be integrated into Zagon or not was invited to the mansion of the Luna priestess. Located in the noble district next to the castle of Eiseinheim, the mansion was a gift for Cynthia from Morrigan as a gesture of goodwill. However, right now, that very gift could be at risk of drift away because if the priestess was unable to persuade Owen, it would mean that the elves would be homeless again.

In truth, if the people were adamant in staying, there was nothing Owen or anyone of the nobles could do to change that as they were the minority. However, at the moment, many were still confused about the idea of merging countries together. And that confusion could be taken advantage by Owen to use against Cynthia. Even more, confusion could cause a lot of chaos, leading to a forceful intervention from Zagon that might end this peace or even the extinction of the elves. While Cynthia's own intentions were still unknown, her master Alastor has instructed her to be the centre of the peace talk, making sure it would go smoothly. And that was something she must do at all cost if she ever wanted the old demon lords to keep their promise.

"Thank you for coming, Lord Owen!" Cynthia declared, slightly bowed her head to the fat man. Sitting on one side of this long table, Cynthia had her loyal knight standing firmly by her side.

"If the priestess of the moon called for me, I would have to abide to her wish, don't I? And I know why you invited me here so we can skip all the pleasantries. I already told you that I won't change my mind about the integration. And that's it." Owen loudly confirmed.

"What about the people? Don't you care what will happen to them? They will die out there without Zagon's assistance." Cynthia spoke.

"Our people have persevered through many challenges for millennia. They can survive this. Besides, I refuse to be Morrigan's dog and let our people be her servants. Unlike you, I actually think of the common folk." Owen smirked. He obviously didn't mean that in any sense of the word. Still, this was how the Game was played. "Unless Morrigan accepts our demand to restore our status, I won't yield."

"You know that's impossible." Said the priestess.

"Then this matter is off the table."

"....Is there absolutely nothing else I can do to convince you? At time like these, we cannot argue against each other. The fate of everyone lies in our hands." Pled Cynthia in a pitiful voice. Seeing her doing so because of this man, Luvik had to use all his will to maintain composure and to stop himself from murdering the shit out of the pig in front of him.

"Hum....if you are so resolute about this, it's not like I have a stone of heart. Perhaps we can reach out a....consensus." Owen grinned. "But I think first, we need to know a bit about each other first. If you know what I mean...Hehehe!"

"YOU....!" Unable to hold it any longer, Luvik stormed out, on the verge of drawing his sword. How dared this pig defile the delicate flower he was protecting?

"Stand now, Luvik!" shouted Cynthia.

"But he..."

"I said: stand down!" Cynthia raised her voice.

".....My apologies, milady!" moving his hand away from the sword's handle, Luvik regained his composure as he took a step back.

"I am surprised! Just a few days here and you already gained such a loyal dog. I wonder what you did to have him on your side in such a short time. Whatever it was, he must have enjoyed that." The noble continued his insult with a smirk on his face.