Chapter 20: A Court of Schemes

Chapter 20: A Court of Schemes

Within the hallowed walls of Clover Castle's Kira Estate, the courtroom was packed as the kingdom's nobles took their seats in the circular hall, awaiting the start of today's precessions. Normally, they might exchange a few murmured greetings, but today, no one was in the mood. Every nobleman and woman sat rigid, as if carved from stone, while the only sound in the room was the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall. If one looked closer, they'd see a light tremble in their postures and the glisten of cold sweat tracing down cheeks, eyes haunted by horror.

Even the house speaker, an unassuming man with a gray suit, monocle over his left eye, and a bowl-cut of blue hair, gripped the lectern beside the king's throne. His legs shook visibly. He didn't want to be there either. But one man in the room seemed unphased: the summoner of this court, Conrad Leto, the Wizard King, who stood at the lectern opposite, waiting calmly.

So why the fear? Because on their way to court, the nobles had learned three shocking pieces of news. One, Lux Kira, patriarch of the Kira family, was dead. Two, House Haphass and House Lugner had been stripped of their noble status, all privileges and powers revoked. And three, Damnatio Kira had been appointed head of the Kira family. Any one of these announcements would have left the nobility in a frenzy of gossip for weeks, but all three in one day? They sat in stunned silence, soaked in anxiety.

Damnatio Kira, it seemed, had personally overseen these first two actions and, rather than facing consequences, was rewarded by the king for exposing "treasonous dissent." No one dared question what form that treason took. They could only guess. Anyone who'd crossed paths with Damnatio Kira knew his intolerance for corruption was absolute. His recent entry into the magic parliament was expected, but they hadn't imagined his commitment to justice ran so deep that he wouldn't hesitate even to sentence his own father.

If he would go that far, what hope did they have for mercy? After all, who among them hadn't committed some offense? Though not all were guilty of treason or violence, many had engaged in blackmail, extortion, tax evasion—lesser crimes, but crimes nonetheless. If Damnatio had executed his father for his sins, would he ignore their own, just because they weren't as severe?

Moreover, his reward had been a promotion to Chairman of the Magic Parliament! A mere sixteen-year-old, not only named patriarch of the ruling family but elevated to perhaps the highest position in the judiciary. With these two titles, his political power had, overnight, risen to a level second only to the king. When he declared someone guilty, evidence or reasoning hardly mattered—they were guilty.

This was why Clover Kingdom's untouchable nobility now sat in trembling silence, fearing to so much as stir, lest they catch Damnatio's cold, judging gaze. Some even suspected this court was merely a trap, a stage set by Conrad and Damnatio to start passing judgment.

Only a select few virtuous nobles, who had never sinned and had no cause for concern, sat tall, unfazed and untroubled by the schemes that might be unfolding within the royal palace.

Their thoughts were interrupted by the house speaker, who took up his wooden mallet and tapped nervously. "O-order... order in the court," Speaker Francois of House Francois called out, breaking the heavy silence. "The court is now in session." He swallowed hard, then gestured to the twin doors at the entrance. "Everyone, please rise to welcome the representatives of House Vermillion." [1]

No one had to be told twice. They rose in swift, practiced unison as the grand doors swung open.

Two men entered the room, though most eyes were fixed on the taller of the two—a robust figure with a muscular build, wild red hair, and intense orange eyes framed by crimson markings. A diamond-shaped red mark sat on his forehead, adding to his already formidable presence. Draped in a red robe and cape trimmed in gold, his grimoire concealed beneath his satchel, he carried himself with a stern, unwavering expression. This was Ignatius Vermillion, head of the Vermillion family and captain of the Crimson Lions. [2]

Beside him stood a slightly shorter, younger man who bore a striking resemblance to Ignatius but with the marks of youth still visible on his face—yet his presence was no less imposing. This was Fuegoleon Vermillion, Ignatius's eldest son and designated successor. The two of them made their way to the oval table facing the throne, pausing briefly to offer Conrad the Magic Knight salute, raising three fingers. With a slight smile, Conrad returned the gesture, dismissing them with a nod. Ignatius and Fuegoleon then took their seats at the far right of the table.

Ignatius studied Conrad for a moment, lowering his eyes in deep thought. As always, old friend, I'll support you unconditionally—but I hope I won't have to see that look of frustration in your eyes again when your efforts go unrecognized. Ignatius couldn't fully grasp where Conrad's confidence had come from when they spoke in person yesterday. Conrad had asked for his support for the bill, and, as always, Ignatius had agreed; House Vermillion had long wanted to see Conrad's vision for the Clover Kingdom brought to life. But it would make little difference if the other two royal houses vetoed the reform, as they always did. House Vermillion could fund the reforms themselves, but doing so outside the official channels would make them look like rebellious upstarts, risking accusations of treason.

So, Ignatius struggled to understand why Conrad thought this time would be different. When he pressed for an answer, Conrad had simply offered a cryptic smile and said, "Trust me." It can't be Sebastian, Ignatius mused, he'd never support something like this. Then it struck him—had Damnatio given Conrad his blessing? It seemed plausible. Ignatius suspected Conrad and Damnatio had struck a deal: Conrad would help Damnatio bring his father to justice, and in return, House Kira would back the bill.

As the Vermillions took their seats, Speaker Francois cleared his throat and, after a moment's hesitation, continued, "Next, let us welcome the representatives of House Kira."

The already tense nobles seemed to stiffen further, perfecting their posture in a manner that would have made their childhood instructors proud. The doors swung open once again, though perhaps Francois had been a bit wishful, for instead of multiple representatives, only one entered. Damnatio Kira himself.

The pale-skinned young man walked forward, as emotionless as ever. He gave a slight nod to Ignatius, Fuegoleon, Conrad, and the speaker, then silently took his seat at the center of the table.

Relieved that Damnatio hadn't entered with any signs of stirring up trouble, Francois felt a hint of courage return to his voice. "Now, we welcome the representatives of House Silva."

The doors opened a third time, and two figures stepped into the courtroom. Unlike the tense silence of earlier arrivals, this time the nobles openly gawked, whispering as they took in the sight of the larger figure. Even Conrad and Francois did a double take, as if doubting their own eyes. Catching their reactions, Ignatius, Fuegoleon, and even the normally stoic Damnatio couldn't hide their curiosity and turned to look over their shoulders, pausing as they, too, took in the sight.

Gone was Sebastian Silva's traditional attire—the fur coat, high-collared loose shirt, front-braided hair, loose pants bound below the knee, and flimsy sandals. Instead, he wore a sleek, silver-toned coat that shimmered with a metallic sheen, reflecting light as he moved. Embroidered on his chest and cape was the Silver Eagle insignia encircled by the House Silva emblem, the Flory Fitchy.

His new ensemble was lavishly accented in silver, from the polished buttons to the belt buckles engraved with eagle motifs. His sleeves bore ocean-blue embroidery, reminiscent of an eagle's wings. Silver armor pieces adorned him as well: pauldrons traced with House Silva's signature floral patterns, and intricate sapphires set into the buttons and buckles that complemented the silver perfectly.

Sebastian's deep silver, tailored trousers matched the sleek line of his coat, fitting snugly and lending him a combat-ready look. His black dress boots, with subtle blue and silver lining, completed the striking outfit.

Yet, it was his hair that held the room's attention. The proud silver-white locks of House Silva hadn't been spared a change; tufts and strands at the edges were dyed a vibrant blue, adding depth to the radiant silver-white base, which seemed to glow with an almost ethereal light. His hair was gathered elegantly at the back with blue silk ribbons, embroidered in his family's motifs, capturing the bearing of a noble with unparalleled class.

People blinked, hardly recognizing him as Sebastian Silva—the staunch traditionalist, always precise and resistant to change. He had thoroughly cast off the historical attire of House Silva for something uniquely his own. While no one could deny it looked superb on him, this was simply not an outfit expected of the House Silva patriarch.

The whispers grew louder as they shifted their attention to Sebastian's son, standing to his right, hoping for a clue about what this change might mean. Unlike his father, Nozel Silva, who was making his first appearance in the royal court as House Silva's representative, wore the traditional Silva attire. The nobles scanned his face for signs of irritation or surprise, but they found it as impassive as his father's.

Whatever they were searching for, they would not find it. Nozel had had four days to adjust to his father's transformation, and by now, few things Sebastian did could faze him. A wardrobe change only made him raise an eyebrow. If Dorothy thinks it suits him, who am I to disagree? he thought, perhaps it's time I changed my style as well.

Had the nobles heard Nozel's musings, they'd likely be scandalized—he too seemed willing to cast aside House Silva's traditional attire, perhaps to impress a certain lady. But the growing whispers reminded him of a more personal moment earlier that day. His mother's reaction had been... different. Remembering it, he forced himself not to blush.

As Sebastian and Nozel reached their seats at the far right of the table, they offered Ignatius, Fuegoleon, Damnatio, and Speaker Francois a curt, indifferent nod—perfectly in character for the Silvas, famously dismissive of nearly everyone. The nobles watching Sebastian like hawks saw nothing unusual. But it turned out, he wasn't done surprising them today.

Nozel gave Conrad Leto the three-fingered Magic Knight salute—a gesture no one batted an eye at, given that it was expected decorum for any Magic Knight to honor the wizard king, regardless of social class. Even nobility was bound to that etiquette, and Nozel Silva had always shown Conrad and his superiors the respect they deserved. So, the court dismissed it as standard protocol.

But then his father did something unprecedented. Crossing his right arm over his chest, Sebastian gave Conrad Leto a short bow, his hand resting on his left chest. Conrad smiled softly and returned a light nod, and the father-son pair dropped their salutes.

The noblemen and women blinked, struggling to believe their eyes. This was Sebastian Silva, who had once made it his mission to obstruct Conrad at every turn in the royal court, openly showing deference. For years, only three people had dared to treat Conrad dismissively—Lux Kira, Sebastian Silva, and the king himself. Lux was now dead, and Sebastian, it seemed, was turning over a new leaf. The nobles exchanged questioning glances. What's going on? Why is everyone acting so out of character? Is this even real?

The whispers picked up, some speculating that with Acier Silva gone and the Silva pride too high to bow to the other royal houses, Sebastian was now seeking favor with Conrad, shoring up House Silva's influence. Meanwhile, the noblewoman's imaginations ran wilder, wondering if this was Sebastian putting himself back on the market. After all, he'd married young; at only 33, he was at an age where many noblemen were still unwed.

As the murmuring swelled, Speaker Francois, visibly sweating, slammed his mallet. "Order in the court!" The whispers abruptly ceased, and everyone resumed their stiff, formal postures. Francois's expression was a fierce reprimand: Are you mad?! Gossipping about the Silva Patriarch in his presence? In Damnatio's presence?

His silent scolding sent chills down spines, and they turned to glance at the oval table. Damnatio sat at its center, a deep frown settling over his features as he scanned the audience, his displeasure evident. Though he remained silent, the message was unmistakable: It is not your place to speak of royalty. I will remember your faces.

The nobility fell into trembling silence, then looked toward Sebastian Silva himself. But instead of irritation, Sebastian stood upright, eyes closed, as though utterly oblivious to the murmurs. And for the nervous nobles, his unreadable expression was even more unnerving. Without a hint of emotion to gauge, they had no way of knowing if they should beg for forgiveness—or even if they'd be given the chance.

Sebastian and Nozel didn't bother sitting, knowing they'd soon have to stand anyway.

Clearing his throat, Francois directed his gaze toward the entrance. "Now, let us all rise for His Majesty, Augustus Kira Clover XIII!"

This time, even Ignatius, Fuegoleon, and Damnatio rose to their feet, as all were required to show due respect to the king. Regardless of how the public viewed him, such respect wasn't just for Augustus—it was a matter of preserving the monarchy's dignity across generations. Disrespect now could set a precedent that might be hard to uproot in the future, potentially weakening the authority of any successor, no matter how capable or revered.

Naturally, even royalty was expected to lead by example, so everyone stood upright and attentive, facing the doors in reverent silence.

Rather than Augustus himself stepping in first, a line of jesters bearing trumpets and flags entered the room in tight formation, playing what Sebastian could only guess was the kingdom's national anthem. They split in unison, lining up on either side of the aisle, facing one another as Augustus made his grand entrance.

Augustus, fourteen years younger than in the main story, looked slimmer but was still unmistakably overweight. His golden-brown hair framed a handlebar mustache and a pointed goatee that curled around his lips, adding to a smug expression that nearly tempted Sebastian to sock his face. He wore a striped purple and white doublet with intricate lace at the cuffs, a matching pair of trunks, white tights, and purple shoes. Draped over this was a green, fur-lined royal mantle and a yellow cravat, while a silver rod scepter topped with a green crown rested in his right hand.

With a flourish of light magic from his scepter, Augustus summoned tiny fireworks and beams of light around him, basking in the sparkle, oblivious—or indifferent—to the discomfort his display caused his subjects. Yes, gaze upon me, you inferiors, he thought, relishing the sight of his "slaves" as he paraded through the room. But as his eyes opened to take in their admiration, his expression soured. The stares were mostly neutral, some exaggerated to feigned awe, and several nobles didn't even bother to look at him at all. Following their gaze, he locked eyes on Sebastian Silva. At first, Augustus barely recognized him—the arrogant "half-breed" Sebastian who had taken over a royal house now looked markedly different from Augustus's past impressions of him.

A pang of bitterness struck Augustus. Here he was, after countless hours rehearsing his grand entrance, only to find this "mutt" drawing everyone's attention instead. How dare he steal my glory? Augustus thought, teeth gritted. I should have heeded Lux's advice and disposed of him years ago. Scanning the table, he looked for Lux, only to see Damnatio seated there in his uncle's place. Oh... right. He's dead, Augustus remembered, barely masking his disdain. Some good that did me. If you were going to die, Lux, could you not have at least taken this mutt with you? Well at least you died a traitor so I don't have to waste my time holding a funeral for you, when I could be in my royal harem.

Augustus's grandiose mood had soured, turned foul by Lux's "inconvenient" death and the sight of Sebastian overshadowing him. He turned his glare on Conrad, eager for the satisfaction of striking down his reforms yet again. With a twisted smile, Augustus finally took his place on the throne.

Once he was seated, Francois gave a nod, his voice carrying above the stillness. "You may all be seated now." First, the three royal families at the head table took their seats, followed by the nobility, moving in flawless unison.

Augustus cleared his throat, instantly capturing the room's attention before Francois could speak. Feeling the weight of every gaze on him, Augustus nodded smugly to himself. Yes, this is how it should be, you inferiors. When you have the honor of being in my presence, your focus should be on me, and me alone! After basking in the attention, he cast a sidelong glance at Sebastian, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Looking decent, Sebastian. I hardly recognized you... in whatever it is you're wearing."

Augustus fully expected to see the Silva Head bristle, perhaps bow his head in shame. Instead, Sebastian rose from his seat, offering a polite bow, his gaze respectfully lowered. "It is my honor that you have noticed my humble presence, Your Majesty. Knowing you would be attending today, I was presumptuous enough to try my best to look worthy of sitting in front of your greatness."

The entire court, including House Vermillion, blinked in astonishment. In the endless cycles of power struggles and conspiracies that defined the nobility, there was one rare consensus: nearly everyone disliked Augustus Kira. Even though nobles were forced to feign respect around him, they had never expected a royal head—particularly one as prideful as a Silva—to show such blatant reverence.

Nozel, observing his father's deferential stance, felt tempted to scoff, but then recalled the conversation they'd had that morning. Whenever an opportunity arises, try to flatter Augustus, his father had advised. When Nozel had questioned why, Sebastian had only replied cryptically, "I need to get something." Now, seeing the smug sneer on Augustus's face transform into a broad smile, Nozel understood. Augustus was pitifully easy to charm.

Clearing his throat, Augustus waved a dismissive hand at Sebastian, as if they were old friends. "No worries at all, Lord Silva." He even went so far as to address him by title. "As royalty, we must always strive to improve ourselves—well done. Hmm, you know, I'm lacking a royal advisor. What do you say?"

Sebastian held back a smirk, keeping his eyes respectfully low. This is going to be easier than I thought. "It would be my honor, Your Majesty," he replied, finally lifting his head to meet Augustus's pleased expression. With a nod of approval, he returned to his seat.

With just two simple sentences, Sebastian further established his authority and power within the kingdom.

Ignatius narrowed his gaze, his mind racing. What is this man up to now? He recalled his daughter's recent visit to the Silva estate, three days prior. At first, he had assumed she'd gone to bid a final farewell to Acier Silva, but when she returned, her impassive expression showed not a trace of sorrow or distress. Something is brewing in House Silva; I know it.

Ignatius resolved that it was time for a conversation with his fellow royal patriarch, despite his disdain for Sebastian's company.

As the courtroom gradually fell silent, Fracois struck his lectern with a mallet once more. "The court will now call Lord Conrad to the stand to say his piece."

All eyes turned as the Speaker stepped back from his lectern, and Conrad walked over to take his place, standing tall and speaking into the magic communication device that amplified his voice throughout the room.

With a light, charismatic chuckle, Conrad began, "Ladies and Gentlemen, you might be wondering what urgent matter has summoned you all here on such short notice."

The nobility stifled the urge to roll their eyes, silently urging him to get to the point.

With a soft smile, Conrad continued, "Do not worry; none of you are in trouble. This court isn't a ruse to arrest or sentence any troublemakers. As stated in the invitations, this is truly just a court session regarding some Kingdom reforms."

Many nobles felt their tension ease, tempted to lean back in their seats.

However, Conrad's expression shifted as his eyes narrowed, and his smile grew more mischievous. "Well, as long as none of you have done anything worthy of imprisonment. I hope that's the case."

The nobility couldn't help but release awkward, strained laughter that echoed hollowly in the room. "Well, of course not, Lord Conrad." All eyes turned to a robust man with green hair and gray eyes, who attempted to lighten the mood. "We're nobility, the protectors of the kingdom; please don't judge us all by the actions of a few bad apples."

Many nobles nodded vigorously in agreement, shaking their heads up and down like clowns, as if concerned Conrad wouldn't notice their frantic gestures.

Conrad nodded in response, but his gaze grew more somber. "I hope so, Lord Sandler. Because I will be holding all of you accountable for that over the next few years." He then turned his attention to Damnatio, who gave an indifferent nod, causing the nobles to stiffen and tremble once more. An audible gulp from the House Sandler representative echoed across the room. [4]

Pausing a moment, Conrad pressed on. "Today, I'm introducing a new initiative for the kingdom. The aim? To channel more funds and resources to the lower classes, especially the Forsaken realm."

He scanned the room, noting the nobles' less-than-enthusiastic faces, dismissive sneers, and some clearly tempted to walk out. But Conrad didn't flinch. "If you'll bear with me a moment to hear the plan, you'll see that not only will it benefit them, but it'll also yield high returns for you."

That got their attention. Some leaned forward, intrigued; though skeptical, a few now listened in earnest. Conrad had long understood that nobles cared little for peasants and commoners—but very much for wealth and rewards. His recent talk in Hage had hammered home that appealing to their self-interest was key to gaining support for this initiative. Nobles didn't care about the lower class, but if there was profit to be made, they could tolerate any plan, even one that uplifted the lower born.

Clearing his throat, Conrad got to the point. "This initiative will utterly transform the Forsaken realm: shops, roads, schools, and other facilities will be built, industrializing it and bringing it to par with the common realm."

"Now, some of you may ask: how on earth does this benefit you?"

Four hands went up: Conrad's, Ignatius', Damnatio's, and Sebastian's. Silence fell over the room. Ignatius blinked, glancing toward Conrad as the realization dawned on him. How sneaky, Conrad, you were able to get all three royal houses' support. No wonder, no wonder.

Then he noticed Conrad's own expression, which was one of surprise as he looked at Damnatio. Wait... you didn't have Damnatio's support before, so you were banking on Sebastian? How?!

Ignatius tried to make sense of it, looking over at his rival, but all he saw was Sebastian's usual, unbothered expression, eyes closed and face indifferent. What is Sebastian up to?

Francois, barely able to contain his excitement, smacked his mallet. "Due to the support of four pillars, this bill will be put into motion—"

"Wait, wait, wait!" Augustus cut him off, rising from his seat in a fit of unrestrained fury. Waving his scepter, he shot Francois a deadly glare, making him gulp before Augustus pointed sharply at the oval table in front of him.

"What is the meaning of this insubordination?!" He pointed to the center. "Damnatio?!" then to his left, "Sebastian?!"

"Explain yourselves!" Augustus commanded, huffing like a wild boar.

Damnatio was just about to stand up and declare his reasoning to the King, but Sebastian beat him to it.

Bowing deeply to Augustus, Sebastian began speaking slowly, but clearly. "Your majesty, this is all for your sake. Everything me and Damnatio do is all for your benefit."

"Huh?!" Augustus spat and pointed his scepter straight at Sebastian. "How could helping some commoners and peasants possibly benefit me, advisor?!"

But Sebastian was unperturbed, and with that same regal smile, he continued. "To show your greatness."

Augustus paused abruptly. "Explain." He demanded, with a greedy zeal in his eyes.

Sebastian, didn't hesitate. "Your majesty we of the nobility know full well of your brilliant everlasting shine, but how could the peasants of the forsaken realm, many of which who had never set foot in the noble realm in their lifetime, or even seen a portrait of you, even begin to comprehend your greatness."

"It is only through demonstrating your boundless generosity through a project like this, that they will come to revere you like they should. Kneeling and prostrating to you, even when not in your presence. As this project changes their lives, naturally they will have you, the reigning monarch who gave his blessing for it to happen, to thank."

How shameless! Everyone in the room couldn't help but think, watching Sebastian Silva, lick the king's shoe like a court jester, but they didn't dare to say anything, looking at the smile working its way on the king's face. They knew full well that if they did anything to sour it, their head would likely fly.

"Incredible!" Augustus, couldn't help but praise. "Why didn't I understand before? If I want them to respect me, I just have to throw them a few coins! And they'll treat me like a god!"

Augustus then looked at Damnatio and Sebastian in great fondness, before speaking once more. "You two have made a brilliant contribution to this Kingdom, tell me what reward you desire."

But Damnatio and Sebastian shook their heads, with Sebastian continuing smoothly. "We wouldn't dare take credit, Your Majesty. This was all Lord Conrad's idea. In fact, he came to me just yesterday, asking for my support because he wanted to demonstrate your brilliance to the kingdom. All of this—he did it for your sake."

Augustus paused, clearly skeptical. "Is that so...," he began, but stopped himself as Damnatio nodded. There were few people Augustus trusted more than Damnatio—after all, he had killed his own father for Augustus' sake.

Augustus then turned to look at a bewildered Conrad, who quickly masked his puzzlement as he saw Sebastian throw him a subtle wink from behind Augustus' shoulder.

"Marvelously done, Lord Leto!" Augustus clamped a hand on Conrad's shoulder, addressing him by his noble title. "From now on, you'll have my full, unquestionable support for any of your reforms! Now tell me, what reward do you desire?"

Conrad blinked. That easy? What I've wanted my entire life, achieved by a colleague buttering you up? But he quickly composed himself, about to deny a reward with humility.

"We can't have that," Augustus waved him off. "Where would my dignity be if I didn't reward a loyal subject? People would call me cheap!"

So at the end of the day, it's all about you, the majority of the courtroom thought, sweatdropping slightly.

Augustus then turned back around, and looked at Sebastian. "Advisor, what do you recommend?"

Sebastian had to work hard to hide his smile. Here it is. "Your majesty, how about gifting Lord Conrad, the Imperial Sword, Elsdocia."

The national treasure?! The entire courtroom froze, even Damnatio was taken aback. Ignatius had to stop himself from grabbing Sebastian by the collar and demanding to know what he was plotting.

As for Conrad, his pupils dilated as cryptic like runes began flowing in his eyes as he studied Sebastian closely. No one paid attention to a darkness flowing in Julius' left eye as he did the same.

But Augustus was oblivious to the tension in the room as always. Inwardly he was thinking about Sebastian's suggestion. Yes the Imperial Sword, that's a great idea. If I give the nation's national treasure to someone, I will be known as the most magnanimous and generous king in history. No one will ever doubt my character again. Moreover, that Sword was made for the Wizard Kings to begin with, giving it to Conrad, will cost me nothing. How witty of you, advisor!

Augustus nodded at Sebastian before giving Conrad another shoulder tap. "Very well Conrad, you may take Elsdocia from Lemiel's study, whenever you please."

Before any nobles could intervene, Conrad himself spoke up. "Wait, your majesty I'm afraid that's not appropriate-"

But Augustus cut himself off before he could finish. "I decide what is appropriate in this kingdom, understand?" Augustus moved his gaze from Conrad to the nobles who stood upwards on their feets.

Heh, those 8 aside, most of you tried to get in the way of me demonstrating my greatness. "I'll remember your names." Augustus spoke with a sneer, causing them to stiffen before setting his eyes on Ledior who trembled in sweat. "Especially you." Augustus pointed his scepter at him, before walking away out of the courtroom followed by his jesters and squires.

Seeing everyone looking like they were about to blow, and charge at Sebastian, demanding answers, Conrad spoke first. "Sebastian, may I have a word?"

Sebastian was just about to nod, but other's made their way into the conversation.

"I would like to be part of this conversation." Ignatius demanded sternly, flanked by his son.

"Me, as well." With a blue blink, Julius appeared at their side.

"And, me." Damnatio, usually someone who liked to avoid conversation, had many things he wished to say to Sebastian.

With those high powers surrounding Sebastian, none of the nobles dared to poke their heads in the conversation. So Sebastian nodded, not like he had a choice. "Do you want to talk here?"

Damnatio shook his head, "I have an event to attend to, we'll talk as we walk." He then looked back to Kaiser who was making his way out of the auditorium.

"Will you join us, Kaiser, afterall you'll be attending this event as well." Kaiser gave a light nod, as he joined them.

Sebastian narrowed his eyes as he watched Julius, Ignatius, and Fuegoleon nod. An event for magic knights? Is Nozel involved as well?

Francois then struck his mallet gathering everyone's attention. "Due to the support of all five pillars, this bill will be put into motion effective immediately. And with that this court is adjourned."

Despite murmurs of dissatisfaction, who would dare say anything, when all 5 highest powers in the kingdom agreed unanimously on something. Honestly that was historic in of itself, rarely ever happening. So everyone was just about to be on their way, but this time someone else seemed eager to add it.

They heard a mallet strike again, and looked back to the lectern only to blink as they saw one Nozel Silva, striking the podium, with Fracois gawking at him.

Without paying attention to their visible confusion, Nozel spoke undeterred. "Ladies and gentleman, one more thing, I am now spoken for, so please kindly cease sending marriage invitations to the Silva Estate, please and thank you."

Looking proud of himself, Nozel stepped off the podium and walked towards his father, indifferent to the deafening silence that engulfed the room.

Watching his son, Sebastian couldn't help but feel a headache coming on, and rubbed his eyes tiredly. Damn simp.

Omake:

In the morning, Sebastian entered Acier's room, followed closely by Nozel. Acier blinked at him, trying to comprehend the situation.

Unaware of her confusion, Sebastian began speaking. "Jeeves and Hilda will be here soon to take you to the main estate. Your estate has already been secluded. As for dinner, I'm sorry, but I can't take any risks. We can still eat together as a family, but it will be in your room, not the main dining room, since there are countless people coming and going."

Acier continued to blink wordlessly, raising and lowering her gaze as she tried to understand the man before her.

Oblivious, Sebastian continued, "Nozel and I will have to miss your morning appointment, but you'll still have Dorothy by your side. We might not even make it to your afternoon appointment, so I'll just do your healing right now."

As Sebastian raised his hand to Acier's forehead, she abruptly jerked her head away.

Sebastian paused, bewildered, studying his wife's face in an attempt to understand what he had done to upset her. Instead of looking at him, Acier turned her face to the window, though Sebastian could swear he noticed a flush creeping up her neck.

"Acier—" he began, only to be interrupted.

"Look, whoever you are," Acier said, turning to face him, her blush fading as she adopted a stern expression. "I admit you're very handsome, but that doesn't mean you can casually touch anyone. It's inappropriate; I have a husband, for God's sake."

Sebastian blinked in surprise. Huh? But Acier wasn't finished. She glanced past him at Nozel and scolded him, "And you, young man, what do you have to say for yourself? Letting some stranger feel up your sickly mother and doing nothing? Is that all I mean to you? Your father would be very disappointed in you!"

Nozel blinked, sighing in exasperation as he rubbed his hands over his face. He wished he were anywhere but there.

Author's Notes:

[1] OC, head of House Francois, Marx's dad

[2] OC, Mereoleona's, Fuegoleon's, and Leopold's father. You'll see their mother in the future as well as Mimosa's and Kirsch's father.

[3] Guys I fucked up, royally fucked up. Augustus is 35, when he first makes an appearance in the original work, meaning that he's only about 22 now, 6 or 7 years older than Damnatio. About Richita's age, meaning he's like a decade younger than Acier and Sebastian. So Lux is supposed to be the older brother. I just assumed he was an old man, because Finesse was his grand niece, so I thought he was in his fifties or something, because Finesse herself was 25.

Now I'm really curious how he became king, and not Damnatio's father, or rather than siblings Augustus and Damnatio's father were likely distant cousins, so Damnatio's father was never in the line of succession to begin with.

Whatever for the sake of the story I'm just going to age this fat pig up, so he's about 35 now, alright? Therefore Lux will remain the younger brother.

[4] Alecdora's father, OC

[5] OC, Cob Portaport's father

[6] OC, Hamon Caesus' father

[7] OC, Charlottes' father, and in this story Luck's birth father as well