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Chapter 565 Beggars are Not Choosers!
7th Realm...
The news of the prison break was still fresh in everyone's minds. Days passed without a single trace of the 513 escaped prisoners.
The arrival of Lord Loki himself, along with an army of one hundred thousand from the Nine Realms Association, couldn't find a single clue.
In the Royal Capital's Administrative Palace, nobles and royalty gathered in large numbers.
Today, Princess Sony of the Stick Family had arrived, accompanied by a handful of other Kings, demanding answers on behalf of their people.
"Has the date of the Trident Summit changed due to the prison break?" This single question bothered all nations.
The inquiries quickly made their way to Emperor Ryon. Ryon immediately sent his decision.
"The Trident Summit will proceed as planned. No disruptions shall alter the schedule. The summit will take place on the scheduled date."
He passed command to the Administrative Palace wizard, who, bowing deeply, took the emperor's command to draft a Royal Seal to confirm the decision.
Within hours, the royal decree was made public, spreading across every forum and medium throughout the Seventh Realm. Nations across the realms rejoiced, grateful that their extensive preparations and massive expenditures would not go to waste.
Yet smaller nations, with meagre forces and limited resources, felt the pressure mounting. The Trident Summit was a momentous event—which will decide the revenue share and tax payments for each nation.
The winning nation won't pay any taxes and get 30% of the revenue given by the royal family. The reason for the Stick family's wealth is this one condition.
Excitement and tension filled in equal measure across the Seventh Realm, with people feeling that the lockdowns and restrictions would soon end, and an economic surge was on the horizon.
The cities began bustling again, with streets filled with traders, warriors, and travellers preparing for the grand spectacle.
But in the Fifth Realm, a different kind of tension simmered.
The Fifth Realm... Stronghold of the
Nine Realms Association:
Serpent Magus Kriya couldn't keep silent any longer. "Now I understand why the Supreme Sword Magus, Elarin, refused to come with us. That cunning man sent Kent secretly and acted like a saint, insisting he wouldn't bow to you. What a deception!"
Alaric clenched his jaw, struggling to keep his composure. He stepped forward, his voice strained but firm. "Respected Jason, I swear on my cultivation that I knew nothing of this scheme. This was all the doing of Elarin.
Before we left, I gathered all twelve Supreme Wizards and pleaded with them to meet you in person. But the Supreme Sword Magus opposed me at every turn. Now I see why. You've opened our eyes today."
Jason raised an eyebrow, a look of twisted satisfaction in his gaze. "Oh, so you're just pawns, then? Powerless to control your own people?" His laughter echoed in the chamber like an insult.
Alaric's face flushed. But he held his ground. "We came here with the utmost respect for you, Lord Jason. We came because the Blue Planet is desperate to restore our alliance. Whatever faults you find with Elarin, they are not our faults. I speak for all of us when I say that our intentions are genuine."
Jason leaned back, crossing his arms. He stared down at Alaric and the others as if they were nothing more than insects beneath his boot. "Well, unfortunately for you, your pleas are wasted. Those Spirit World spots? They're gone. Promised to others. So take your noble intentions and your grand apologies and leave."
At this, the Minister, who had been standing quietly by Jason's side, leaned over and whispered something in his ear. Jason's eyes gleamed with sudden interest, and he nodded thoughtfully.
Clearing his throat, Jason straightened, his tone shifting to one of feigned concern. "However... the Nine Realms Association might consider aiding the Blue Planet's wizards next year. But on one condition."
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A flicker of hope sparked in Alaric's eyes. "Anything, my lord. Name your condition."
Jason's smirk returned. "From this moment, the Blue Planet Wizard Association will acknowledge the Nine Realms Association's authority over them. You will follow my commands and accept my sovereignty in all matters."
Alaric froze, the color draining from his face. "Sovereignty... over the Blue Planet?" He glanced back at his companions, each one mirroring his shock.
Jason's voice grew steely. "If you want those Spirit World spots, Alaric, that is my price. Submit to my rule, or leave empty-handed."
Kriya clenched her fists, barely restraining herself. "This... this is tyranny!"
Jason chuckled, flicking another seed in their direction. "Call it whatever you like. But know that I am offering a lifeline. Refuse, and watch your precious Blue Planet crumble. So what will it be, Alaric?"
Alaric's mind raced, each second weighing on him like lead. Finally, with a heavy heart and a pained voice, he lowered his head. "We... we accept."
Jason clapped his hands, mockingly triumphant. "Good. Then you may leave. Return with the letter containing all Supreme wizards personal seals. Especially the seal of Sword Magus."