Chapter 108
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Chapter 108: Family Meeting
The hall instantly filled with the sharp scent of gunpowder.
Everyone knew of Fina and Midi’s close bond.
This was precisely why Golien chose to provoke them. His words, framed as concern for the Hamilton family’s interests, carried the weight of blatant challenge.
Despite the tension, the room fell deathly silent. Every gaze – from leaders to guards to tea-serving servants – locked onto Fina Hamilton.
How would the former “little princess,” now hailed as the Queen of Magic, answer this insult?
She remained silent.
It was Midi who moved.
The black-haired youth flashed a smile colder than the Grim Reaper’s touch as his blade licked out. A razor-sharp force gathered along the sword’s edge, coalescing at its tip before erupting forward. The Ultimate Intent tore through the air, vaporizing dust particles in its vacuum wake.
The attack’s sheer power warped the atmosphere. Even seasoned leaders accustomed to crisis paled beneath its crushing killing intent.
Golien’s face drained of color.
This casual strike aimed to kill him outright?
Abandoning dignity, the nobleman threw himself backward, flinging a heavy chair as a makeshift shield. The mahogany barrier shattered uselessly as the Ultimate Intent speared toward his chest, meeting only the hastily raised greatsword Golien clutched like a lifeline.
*What is this force?!*
Sweat drenched Golien as imaginary mountains crushed his body. His level 50 strength meant nothing – the grinding Ultimate Intent advanced relentlessly. Cracks spiderwebbed across his decades-old blade. When it broke, he’d die.
A slender longsword stabbed sideways into the attack’s path. Metal screeched as the Ultimate Intent shredded the weapon, scattering shrapnel that scarred the hall’s stone floors. But the sacrifice succeeded – the lethal force veered slightly off-course.
Golien roared, heaving with desperate strength to deflect the attack. The Ultimate Intent sheared flesh from his shoulder before piercing castle walls, obliterating protective magic arrays, and vanishing skyward through a new jagged fissure. Cold wind whistled through the breach.
The message was clear: this strike could annihilate any level 50 peak-class practitioner.
How could a mere level 36 Demon Swordman wield such power?
All eyes swiveled to Midi.
The Hamilton leaders had followed the Asreks-Sais noble war, but Fina’s “one-city-per-day” conquests overshadowed everything. To outsiders, Midi seemed merely a tactician riding her coattails – especially since he’d hidden his victory over the “Wiseman of the Hand of Nightmare.”
No wonder the Hamilton family’s assessment of his combat strength proved so disastrously wrong.
Moreover, though Midi’s strike seemed casual, he had prepared it for ages.
As a noble who’d endured countless hardships in his past life, Midi easily predicted the challenges at this gathering of formidable opponents.
Provocations were inevitable. Showing weakness might invite power grabs—challenging Fina’s authority as acting head or forming splinter factions. Such infighting would weaken them for the civil war, risking a repeat of their helplessness against the Delos Empire’s invasion.
To crush opponents swiftly, extreme measures were needed.
Let strength speak.
While Fina orchestrated preparations, Midi focused solely on—
Cultivating intent.
Supreme sword intent.
Drawing from Rose Mountain’s magic veins and Lake Light Hall’s mystical aura through three tedious days of meditation, he forged this peerless edge. The intent vibrated within his perfected Level 36 Demon Swordman body, straining at containment.
All for this moment.
The Swordsmanship Branch led by Golien lived up to its militant name. Second only to the main family in military might, they boasted more elite warriors. Arrogant without the Iron-Blood Duke’s restraint, they’d grown insufferable.
Interrogated nobles revealed Golien’s branch had orchestrated the provocations. They’d known of the Duke’s decline and likely colluded in intercepting the Mandrake Face Flower—an act of betrayal.
Two strikes against them.
Golien’s opening taunt was exactly what Midi wanted.
This bearded fool offered his face—how could Midi not strike with three days’ stored intent?
The thrust left Golien pale-shouldered, bloodied. Guards gaped. Six branch leaders sat stunned. Message delivered.
Pity it didn’t kill.
Hamilton’s leaders weren’t easily felled, even by stored intent.
Midi’s gaze shifted to the gaunt youth behind Golien—the rumored "Swordsmanship Branch’s finest"?
As Midi assessed Martin, thunder erupted:
"Bravo, Midi Asreks! Attacking a Hamilton elder in Rose Mountain? This is invasion! Guards, imprison him!" Golien roared, clutching his mangled shoulder.
Failed to gauge Midi’s strength? No matter—he’d wield family authority.
Who’d dare oppose all Hamiltons in their fortified stronghold?
"Midi’s my sworn knight," cut a crystalline voice. "He’s entitled to discipline you, Golien Hamilton. Insult my meeting—shall I order your execution?"
Fina’s first words stated an irrefutable truth: guardian knight and liege shared honor. Insult one, insult both.
Noble law across Belmar—unassailable.
Golien choked on retorts. Guards froze mid-step. Six leaders pondered heavily.
Guardian knight!
Unexpected. Though granting Midi meeting rights, the title bound him to Fina—restricting noble privileges, granting her leverage. They’d assumed their alliance mere political theater under the Duke’s direction.
But Midi accepted the shackles willingly. How close were they?
Lovers?
The redhead and raven-haired pair moved in sync. Calculations shifted.
"Enough!" Fina declared. "Meeting commences. Golien—let that wound teach humility. You’re dismissed for treatment."
