Chapter 3338 Royal Scolding (Part 1)

Chapter 3338 Royal Scolding (Part 1)

"By the way, Dad, I was thinking about taking a short vacation just with you and another with Mom. We never spend time together and you could use a change of scenery." Lith said.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Why split the family?" Raaz asked.

"So we can do man stuff we enjoy without boring Mom out of her skull and vice versa." Lith replied.

"Can I come too?" Aran asked.

"Sure, little guy. It will be me, you, Dad, and Trion." Lith said, making his older brother spit his food out in surprise.

The last thing he expected was to be invited.

"What about me?" Leria pouted.

"You can come if you want." Lith replied after throwing a glance at Raaz who nodded. "Why didn't you invite me, Uncle Lith?" She stared at him with puppy eyes.

"For fairness. I thought you wanted to take part in the vacation with Mom, which I know Aran won't enjoy. Unless I'm wrong and you like touring cities and going shopping, little brother."

"No way!" Aran pretended to fall asleep on the spot to make his point.

"That's boring!" Leria said in horror. "Why should I enjoy that?"

"My bad, then." Lith chuckled.

After lunch, Lith spent his time with Kamila and the babies while Solus kept talking with her mother.

"Mom, why don't we invite Fyrwal and Tessa to come here?" She asked. "They always talk fondly about you and even though they are a bit creepy, they are good friends."

"Sure." Menadion combed Solus' hair with her fingers. "Not now, though. I want to keep you all for myself for a while."

The First Ruler of the Flames had many stories she wanted to tell her daughter, some of which very personal. Most of all, Ripha wanted to build a relationship with Solus based on mutual respect.

Something that would become considerably harder if her old friends shared more embarrassing anecdotes about her past with Solus.

It was tea time in the Blood Desert and dawn in the Kingdom when Lith's amulet started to blink.

long.

"Especially considering that the contact rune of the World Tree is gone."

"I hadn't thought of that." Lith inwardly cursed. "The wooden bastard was still a member of the Council and no one will believe me if I say that their death right after so many Dragons mobilized is just a coincidence."

"Since we are cornered, I'd say that honesty is the only policy we can afford. At least, what passes for honesty in your head." She chuckled.

Lith shrunk the tower into its stone ring form and had it slip on his finger.

After that, reaching Valeron's Royal Palace required them to take a single step through the diplomatic Warp Gate in the Kingdom's embassy.

Lith could almost hear the Royal Guards frown from under their full helms.

The King had ordered them to escort Lith to the Throne Room upon his arrival but he was supposed to come alone.

"I'm pleased to see you are alright, Great Mage Verhen, but that's not enough to bend the law." Said one of the Guards. "What are the reasons for your visit?" "Supreme Magus Verhen put everything on the line for me." She replied. "Please, tell King Meron and Queen Sylpha that I formally request to take part in the audience as both witness and evidence of the events."

That last part left the Royal Guard puzzled but he made no comment. He just raised two fingers to the side of his helm to transmit the request and receive the answer.

"One second, please." While one Guard kept the palace's defensive system on stand-by the other checked Solus' ID and life force. "All clear. Please, follow me."

The Royal Guards stood by either side and accompanied Lith and Solus straight to the

Throne Room.

Lith kept the pace, but he couldn't help but stare at the wide columns made of gold-veined white marble and the gold inlaid in picture frames, statues, and even

ceremonial weapons.

'I wonder how much all this useless pomp costs.' It had been Valeron's bloodline to pay

for the furniture but Lith's wallet hurt at the idea anyway.

"Supreme Magus Lith Tiamat Verhen and Great Mage Solus Verhen." The room was empty, but the Royal Valet introduced them with his full, baritonal voice as if he had to drown out a crowd of chatting nobles during a gala.