Chapter 2351 Negotiation

Chapter 2351 Negotiation

The Grand Overseer continued speaking, his tone dark and foreboding as he unveiled the true depth of Emery's situation. There had been discussions within the Nephilim high council, and the intention had been far more brutal than Emery had anticipated. The council had seriously considered punishing him publicly, a show of force meant to warn anyone who might dare challenge the Nephilim authority. Some even favored the idea of executing him, a grim display that would have cemented their dominance. However, Jinkan Nephilim, the Grand Overseer's grand-niece, had convinced him to intervene on Emery's behalf. She had argued that her granduncle bore responsibility for Emery's current situation. As the one who had overseen the deal between the Earth faction and Kronos, the Grand Overseer had guaranteed that no harm would befall Emery and his friends before the duel. Hence he stepped in and carried enough weight to sway the high council, and in doing so, he had saved Emery from a far worse fate. The Grand Overseer then acknowledged that his intervention was not purely out of kindness but out of necessity. He had stepped in to offer a resolution, a way to appease the council without further damaging the Nephilim's reputation. "To think that you could even beat Adam..." he muttered, a mixture of disbelief and grudging admiration flickering across his features.

Emery listened attentively as the Grand Overseer spoke, appreciating the elder's attempt to mediate what had clearly become a volatile situation. However, despite the elder's measured approach, Emery had no intention of backing down.

The long-standing tensions with the Nephilim had worn him thin, and he had grown weary of constantly speculating just how far they might go to assert their dominance. He was convinced that the Nephilim, with their influence and power, considered themselves above the law. No matter what offers or promises were made, Emery had zero trust in any deal the Nephilim might present.

"If the Nephilim want to have their hall back, they could try again next semester." His tone was steady, yet resolute.

The Grand Overseer let out another deep sigh. It was clear that he had mixed feelings about the situation. In some ways, he could not entirely blame Emery who had been a victim of the political games that permeated the academy. More than that, the elder could not ignore the disappointment he felt toward the current Nephilim younger generation, who, despite their training and advantages, had failed spectacularly. The loss might be a necessary wake-up call for them, something they desperately needed to reevaluate their complacency. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

On the other hand, the Grand Overseer was still a protector of the Nephilim's interests, and it was his duty to defend the faction's standing. The Grand Overseer, regaining his composure, spoke with a measured tone. "I applaud your courage in standing up for your beliefs, but do not be delusional. I can assure you, there is no rainbow behind your cause—only pain and suffering." On the other hand, the Grand Overseer was still a protector of the Nephilim's interests, and it was his duty to defend the faction's standing. The Grand Overseer, regaining his composure, spoke with a measured tone. "I applaud your courage in standing up for your beliefs, but do not be delusional. I can assure you, there is no rainbow behind your cause—only pain and suffering." "Elder, if the alternative is to bend down and cower, I'll take the pain and suffering any day." His words were defiant, filled with resolve. The Grand Overseer's irritation flickered across his face, but he quickly calmed himself, letting out a deep sigh. "You are only in your thirties," he said, his tone softening "In the Magus realm, that is the age of a baby. Your strength... it is a dangerous weapon, one that desperately needs the wisdom to wield."

Emery had little faith in the elder's words, suspecting hidden motives behind every offer. Yet, he remained open-minded, willing to listen if only to better understand the mindset of someone who wielded such power and influence.

"I appreciate the elder's advice... I am willing to consider these options.. and I am prepared to make amends, and even let the Nephilim reclaim their top hall."

His words hung in the air like a subtle concession, and for a brief moment, the Grand Overseer's expression softened, believing he had won this negotiation.

But then Emery's voice hardened, his eyes locking with the elder's. "However... in return, I ask for justice for my faction and request full access to the hidden secrets behind my planet's history."

The Grand Overseer replied with words of disappointment, and it became clear that Emery's request was seen as another act of defiance against the Nephilim. With firm resolve, the Grand Overseer chose to conclude the negotiation. Before departing, he made it clear that he would uphold his promise and ensure that no further trouble would come to Emery from the Nephilim until the duel—at least none instigated by the Nephilim high council. However, he emphasized a serious caveat, stating that he could not guarantee anything beyond that point, regardless of the duel's outcome.

Whether Emery won or lost, the Grand Overseer advised him to maintain an appropriate attitude toward the Nephilim in the aftermath

Despite the underlying threat, Emery maintained a respectful demeanor, expressing gratitude for the elder's help with a slight bow. The Grand Overseer's expression remained rigid, his authority reasserted as he prepared to depart, leaving behind a silence thick with unspoken tension.

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After the meeting, Emery returned to Hall 33, where the atmosphere buzzed with excitement and laughter. Shinta had arrived, bringing with her a dozen half-bloods from Hall 9 to liven up the festivities. The hall was filled with colorful decorations, and tables were laden with a feast of roasted meats, fresh fruits, and sweet pastries, the aromas mingling in the air. Despite the lively atmosphere, Emery felt a cloud of worry hanging over him, his mind still preoccupied with the recent negotiations and the Nephilim situation.

Klea, sensing his distraction, approached him with a knowing look, "Stop worrying about tomorrow; let's celebrate the moment."