Chapter 418 - 418: Taking control

The royal courtyard on that very day was filled to the brim with the various nobles' family heads of the kingdom, including the Alexis family of the Kedus kingdom. According to the king and a large portion of the noble family, Lucia's actions of protecting the civilians during the riot are a crime against the crown and the nobles and could be considered treason.

The punishment is death.

These people overlooked his contribution in the battle against the messenger of death and all those that saw him fight that way were terrified of his strength, some consider him a threat while the rest feel jealous of his perfect looks coupled with his amazing strength, so this is just an opportunity to kill him off.

Regardless most of the nobles knew the implications of killing someone who had just earned the love and respect of the people and Lucia's death will lead to a major riot but none of them cared about it. All they wanted is the pretty boy to die.

Bang!

The doors of the courtyard yanked open and Derik walked in fearlessly. He still wore the complete black attire he had when battling the messenger of death but his face and hair looked even more charming than usual, annoying most of the nobles even further.

Reaching the center of the courtyard, Derik shot Alfred a confident smile since he could see how worried the man was and he truly appreciated his sincere emotions towards him.

Bam!

"In light of the recent happenings… a few noble families are not satisfied with your actions and claim you are the reason the entire royal guards were wiped out…" King Jules spoke slowly.

People were too focused on Derik to notice the fear in his eyes while he spoke. They failed to realize that the kingdom was now in the hands of the man they are about to kill.

"And they call it treason and wish to end my life… the usual" Derik interrupted the king's speech causing an uproar.

While the King is seating at the highest point of the room where the throne is located, with a good number of well-trained guards standing by his sides, the nobles were seated at the two sides of the room and Derik was standing. With only a small space separating him from these weak mortals, these people didn't know Derik was putting a lot of effort to just stand there and not tear them apart. The smile on his face never faded because he knew these people had only a few minutes to live.

Did I say minutes? I meant seconds!

"You are charged with putting the Kingdoms interest first before your selfish interest… yet hundreds of people at the slums die weekly due to starvation… many people are executed for petty crimes… your kids r.a.p.e defenseless ladies of the slum and kill their husbands… crimes upon crimes, bodies upon bodies piled up… Your sins stacking up and you all turn a blind eye and act like you see nothing…" Derik said as slowly walked towards the throne where the king was seated.

The guards quickly surrounded the king and kept screaming at Derik to stop but he moving forward with a smile on his face. The thought of mere mortals who have lived for a few decades annoyed him greatly. These people are yet to see the worst of this world, back in his days, he barely had time to enjoy the world. He kept fighting from the very beginning till the day he died.

"Mere mortals like you dare tell me what to do!" Derik's voice deepened as his eyes let out a purple flash as he walked up the stairs.

His words left these people confused and lost but no understood why they kept feeling the cold embrace of death all around them.

Bang!

The massive golden doors of the white hall suddenly shut tight giving the hearts of everyone in the room a jolt.

"What is the meaning of this!" Many nobles screamed out loud but Derik could feel their fear.

The combined fear of everyone in the hall was so intoxicating that Derik was almost lost in the feeling. The fear these fat and weak nobles released was far greater than the fear he felt from the civilians at the slum! He kept drowning in the feeling, silently praying it will never end. He could feel his strength returning faster than ever and he couldn't help but wonder why he didn't do this earlier!

By simply waving his hand, all the guards that were standing in his way with their weapons unsheathed were sent flying across the room. King Jules in response quickly stood and bowed respectfully as Lucia sat on the throne.

The entire hall was silent as the nobles watched in terror as all ten hit the ground hard, cracking their skulls open and they watched the blood flow out of their wounds until it formed a small pool of blood. They all wanted to stand and flee or just scream for help but they couldn't say a single word, neither could they stand on their feet. They couldn't understand what was going on and even Alfred was filled with fear and confusion.

"Lucia?" He managed to mutter, catching Derik's attention.

"Interesting… I didn't expect one of you to muster enough will power to talk while under the effect of my death stare" Derik chuckled.

At this moment, everyone in the room realized that this entire thing was already planned by the king, or was it the other way around? The way the king stood behind Derik respectfully, made them understand that Derik had already taken control of the entire kingdom. Right now their fates are in his hands and if he should decide they die now, no one will be able to survive.

"What are you?" Alfred said again but this time his eyes were bloodshot and his face was red. It looked as if he was lacking oxygen.

"You spoke again? How is that even possible?" Derik was more shocked than surprised. He didn't think anyone amongst these useless nobles will have enough willpower to battle his death gaze.