SON OF THE HERO KING

Chapter 680: What does this mean

Chapter 680: What does this mean

“What is the meaning of this discussion?” She asked, anger visible on her face.

In all the years she had served as a Queen, she had never faced such disrespect.

One of the elders, a woman who looked to be in just her forties, gave Satella a look filled with undisguised pity.

“Are you not confident in your abilities to seduce him? If so, I am willing to take your place.”

A man who stood beside her chided Satella gently as if admonishing a petulant child.

“I do not understand your anger. Be it in terms of power, blood, or position, the Emperor is the perfect mate for you. Furthermore, after seeing the demons who came with him as his companions, I believe the Emperor is not someone without ambition. Chances are, he will not stop at Wratharis nor our forest.”

The man no doubt had great foresight.

“You have seen what he can do today firsthand. If he has the support of the Witches, alongside the Beastmen, and even the Demons. Then there is nothing we can do to stop him, nor do I believe we should. Elves must not go against the trend of the world. This is why we need a firm connection that ties us to him.”

The elder continued, “He already has one of the Four Directions, the Queen of Wratharis, and the Princess of Envilya under him. The fourth woman must have been Camelia. Though the supreme daughter lost her Blessing, she was still a Supreme Daughter even recently. Do you think we can send any random elf to him?”

The other elders nodded sagely to his words, fully agreeing. Many of the elders were elves who had managed to slightly cure their fanaticism for dragons or already had a clear faith in one specific dragon and were less susceptible to getting influenced by the others.

“The only one we can send is you. The only one truly worthy of this honor is you.”

Satella stammered, clearly not expecting the situation to escalate to such a degree. It was hard for her to contest the logic the wise elder had brought forth.

“What if he refuses me?” She asked in a feeble tone, her edge lost, and conviction shaken.

A faint light of disappointment briefly flickered in the eyes of the elders. One of them closed his eyes for a while and soon the frown on his face was replaced by a smile as he joked.

“Is there a dragon that would refuse a beautiful woman served to him on a platter?”

“Aren’t dragons renowned for conquering princesses?” another elder mused.

“But, thinking about it, the Emperor might be more interested in voluptuous women, judging from the companions he has brought with him, right?”

“Now that you say it… It’s not impossible. All the women who followed him had an undeniable mature charm to them, there’s no doubt about that.”

“So, do you think the Queen won’t satisfy him?”

“Perhaps… She is quite… Well, a broad chest lacking any curves has its charm as well.”

“That statement can be seen as sexual harassment you know.”

The elves continued to joke around a little, completely ignoring Satella.

Because of the low fertility and their longevity, elves could spend thousands of years together. Few things could threaten elves on this continent so their death rate was also very low.

In the current elders council, even the youngest was at least a few hundred years old.

This situation caused elves to be very close to each other even if they were members of different tribes.

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The meeting continued like this for a few more minutes before it ended. There was nothing much more they could say.

The elders had completed their discussion. All they could do now was to wait for the Dragon Emperor to act.

On the way, some would direct an ambiguous at the despondent Queen while others would outright ignore her.

In the end, only three people were left in the council room.

The Grand Priest, Jasmine, and Satella. The atmosphere became tense as he scrutinized Satella for a few seconds before giving her a forlorn look.

In the end, he used his cane to hit the ground, causing a barrier to spread.

“Satella, my dear. I stayed silent during the meeting out of respect for your authority, as frail and flimsy as it is now.”

His words were harsh. His aura surged, his eyes narrowed. Gone was the kind elderly man who was busy making lewd and stupid jokes. Instead, what stood here was a man whose power had never waned despite his old age.

Satella gulped. She knew that the situation of the Grand Priest was different from hers. The only reason he never managed to become a demigod was simply because his faith was too strong. Stopping him from even imagining himself in the same realm as Tiamat.

But his strength was nothing to scoff at. Back then, he had managed to drive off the witches when he intervened, and only the personal intervention of Ambrosia, the greatest witch in existence, saved the witches from inevitable death.

“I have raised you and your brother since your younger years. I taught you everything I knew and, in the past, I believed that the two of you were the elves with the highest chances of becoming demigods. Even after you two faced an almost insurmountable wall, I did not lose hope. I believe that the stagnation you are facing is but a tribulation for your road to power. After all, a mere thousand years is nothing.” He spoke, his voice low and hard like iron.

“Still, as I watch you now, my disappointment is immeasurable and I find myself doubting my judgment.”

Satella gritted her teeth, the Grand Priest was one of the few people Satella truly loved and admired from the bottom of her heart. To receive such words from him made her feel like someone was stabbing her heart and skewering it with relish.

The Priest could see her sadness, yet he did not stop. He loved and cherished Satella, and for that reason alone, he needed to be completely honest with her right at this moment.

“The Satella I knew was an unruly, prideful kid who could utter the most nonsensical sentences with no problem. The one I knew would have never accepted such disrespect from her subordinates. ”

His voice had become razor sharp at this point as he glared at the Elven Queen. “Were you angry? Did you feel like we were mocking you with our words? Treating you as nothing but a broodmare to curry favors with the Dragon Emperor? Then you would be right.”

“... What?” She exclaimed.

“Yet you did nothing.” The elder ignored her voice of surprise. “Even as we insulted your honor and your authority, you, for the love of Lady Tiamat, tried to bring reason and logic when all you needed was to punch anyone arrogant enough to try to sell you.”

“Grand Priest….”

“I believe. Your actions have greatly disappointed the others as well. Do not be surprised if you soon receive a letter of challenge for your title.” He still ignored her. Clearly, he had no intention to let him interrupt him.

Satella did not know what to say at this point. The elves were very different from most races. In their case, no Blessed was Blessed from birth. They needed to prove their powers and fight for the throne.

“All of this because I failed to become a demigod?”

“No.” For the first time in this discussion, he answered her question, “There is no shame in not becoming a Demigod. But the queen of elves should always represent power and strength. Currently, though you are in the King Realm, I doubt you can even manifest half of your strength from a thousand years ago.”

When he finished, he sighed, “I must be becoming too old and have too much time on my hands. Meddling in the affairs of young children as I am.” He stood up, his cane moving rhythmically alongside him.

“You are the Queen. Whether you choose to lay with the Dragon Emperor or not is your choice and no one else. Make a decision for yourself and stand proud like you once did. I truly miss that sight.”

With those words, he left the chamber behind. The echoing of his cane a distant hum.

Stepping outside, he could see Jasmine running to reach him,

“Anything the matter? Do you believe I was too harsh?”

Jasmine groaned a little bit and in the end, could only give a reluctant answer.

“No. Your words were right. There is nothing I can say nor do against them.”

“Ohoh~! Good. I would have been disappointed if you threw a hissy fit. It would be unbecoming of someone of your stature.” He shook his head and passed her by.

“Where are you going?”

“Where, you ask? To pray, of course. I do not have much interest in the Dragon Emperor. He is not the subject of my faith.”

A gentle laugh escaped him as he vanished into the Darkness, leaving Jasmin alone, “I am nothing but a humble believer and a retired warrior. You two are the ones ruling this kingdom. So… Good luck with that mess.”

She grimaced. She could feel she would need some luck at this point.