Nathan
Year 2851 | Month 1 | Day 23
“You’ve done well, young successor,” the skeleton says as he stares at me the moment I enter the meeting pavilion set up at the center of what was no doubt just recently a battlefield. And the moment he speaks, all of the gathered nobles of the Kingdom of the Fallen stiffen up and go silent. “You have earned your position in the eyes of all now. You are truly the Crown Prince of the kingdom.”
His words seem to grate on the nerves of all the gathered nobles, but not a single one of them dares to say a word in defiance of that. Whether it’s because they actually agree or because they’re too afraid of the king to say anything.
Either way, despite my personal grudges with the skeleton, his words are a benefit to me right now. Because it means the nobles should stop going after me.
At least for now.
Who knows if they’ll be stupid enough to try something later on.
I don’t bother giving the skeleton a real answer to his words though, instead just nodding my head at him in response.
After all, I’m still pissed as hell at him.
He doesn’t seem to take any offense to it. In fact, the way he nods back makes me feel like he expected my response.
I ignore that to focus on a sudden blaze of flames that appears out of nowhere in the middle of the pavilion. Following which the blaze turns into a person. An elderly one at that.
The man the flames turn into is the very one I’ve seen on the news many times back when I was in the Republic.
He is wearing a fiery red tuxedo jacket over a black dress shirt with a red tie that matches the jacket in color, along with red pants as well. And he has short completely gray hair neatly combed back on his head as he looks around the pavilion with bright fiery red eyes that look like they may burst into flames at any moment. Albeit with the red of his eyes being a very different shade from the crimson in my own eyes.
I narrow my eyes ever so slightly at the man. Juan Sequani. The supreme ruler of the nation of Natra and only Class S fire magician on the continent.
And when his own eyes meet mine, they narrow as well. Only for the slightest hint of a smile to stretch across his lips.
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An oddly warm one for some reason.
I frown in confusion.
The nation of Natra has always been a very bizarre nation amongst the many nations of the continent. Both because of the superiority complex that the nation’s ruler and only Class S magician has, but also with the nation’s origins.
Considering how Natra’s leader practically appeared overnight.
No one knows of his real origins, and the nation itself was made by Juan Sequani himself.
A lot of people actually believe he’s from a different continent. Which I wouldn’t be all that surprised about.
And the man in front of me is extremely supremist of his own nation and fire magicians to his very core.
So why would he smile and look at me with familiarity? Just because I’m a fire magician?
Doubtful.
When his gaze turns to the other nobles here, however, it turns into a blazing inferno.
Literally. His eyes begin shooting out flames as he glares at them.
“Why are these insects here?” he asks while turning his gaze towards the skeleton. “I believe I only asked for your presence and the respectful Undying Magician’s presence, did I not?”
Respectful… Undying Magician?
Now I’m even more confused.
The skeleton doesn’t bat an eye – not that he could seeing as he has no eyes – at the man’s rather aggressive words as he says, “They will stay silent and out of the way. Their only reason for being here is to observe my son’s first negotiation as crown prince.”
And if the Natran leader’s words didn’t piss off the nobles enough, the king’s words make them far livider than anything I’ve ever done to them.
A sight that I absolutely love to see.
To my surprise, Juan actually calms down at the skeleton’s words. Then he begins completely ignoring the nobles as he states, “Very well. If it will help the respectful Undying Magician, I will allow it.”
I once again feel my surprise growing at his words.
Just what is with this guy, and why isn’t he making any sense to me?
He’s breaking everything I knew about him in my head with each of his words.
Or almost everything, considering how he’s treating the other nobles. Which is matching what I was expecting.
Except for the fire magicians amongst the nobles, who he is treating just as coldly as the others.
I frown a little at him and the skeleton. A skeleton that doesn’t appear surprised at all about his treatment of me.
“Let’s keep this short and simple, sparkler brat,” the skeleton says, immediately setting off Juan’s fury once more with his words. “I don’t think you want to waste time here when we both know how this discussion will end.”
Juan glares at him with those literally flaming eyes again before the flames die down and he turns to look at me as he says, “Very well, walking corpse. I will get straight to the point.” A smile stretches across his face while he begins walking over towards me, only stopping when he makes it one meter in front of me. Then he asks with the warmth of a grandfather, “Respectful Undying Magician, as the foremost fire affinity magician within the entire continent of Arion and the continent of the fallen, I hereby request that you may allow me to take you on as my student in the art of fire magic.”
My immediately jaw drops open in shock.
His what?!