Chapter 67: Avery's Guidance

Chapter 67: Avery's Guidance

The tensions thickened by the second and if they weren't calmed it was highly likely that a conflict would erupt.

Now, now, gentleman. I would like to introduce myself as a humble merchant named Lowell. I dont have some magnificent background but I ask, cant we be reasonable on this historic day? Lowell, a man who didnt belong to any country, but rather the Merchants Circle stepped up to calm the atmosphere.

Reasonable? You are aware that he maimed and crippled my subordinate. Cyprian said as he kept his gaze on Ira.

I didnt really cripple him. All I did was tap his jaw and it fell off. Ira was telling the truth...sort of. Normally, he reigned in his full strength just about all of the time to prevent a mess. It was highly likely that someone would explode in a meaty paste if he were to punch them full force. So when he ripped off the jaw of the Parvian man it could be considered extremely weak in comparison to his actual strength.

Maybe the people under your...what was it again, House of Sores? Are just too weak. Ira shook his head as if he pitied them.

Ignorant bastard!

You really have no honor.

An idiotic kid who loves to talk, I see.

Gentleman, please. Lowell tried to regain control, but his voice was drowned out.

Those men from the House of Swords lodged insults at Ira while Cyprians eyes narrowed. He attempted to twist the spirit sword slightly to wound Ira, but it seemed to be locked in place. It was lucky that the subtle gesture escaped the eyes of most people or else he would felt humiliated.

It was just too bad that Ira wasnt most people.Hey, Cyprian...Having performance issues? I cant relate, but Im rooting for you buddy. Ira whispered intensely with a mischievous grin. Of course, his whisper was loud enough for many to hear.

The Parvian nobles under the House of Swords erupted in a one-sided shouting match with Ira. Meanwhile, the Telvian Officer remained in Iras grasp struggling to breathe while guards surrounded him on all sides.

Last warning, put him down. A Telvian man said.

Or what? Ira asked in a monotone voice.

The only one in Iras immediate proximity with any skill was Cyprian, but he had made the mistake of getting too close to Ira. Standing within arms or legs length of Ira was basically a guaranteed a fatal wound on a good day and a quick death on a bad one.

Gentlemen! If you can even call yourselves that! What I see here is a bunch of children! If you were men, youd settle this in the Colosseum! Lowells voice echoed throughout the hall.

Will you be there? Ira asked as he dropped the Telvian officer who gasped for breath.

The spirit sword dissolved and Cyprian looked coldly at Ira, Ill be there.

Wasnt talking to you. I was talking to him. Ira tapped the Telvian officer with his foot, which drew harsh curses and one man who tried to charge out and stab Ira but was held back.

The Officer couldnt respond because he knew he wasnt skilled enough to take on someone on Iras level.

Is that a no? I really hate people like you. If youre not strong enough to fight then don't say anything. Ira said aloud to warn those talkative types ahead of time. Simple right? He asked the officer who remained silent.

After catching his breath, the Telvian officer stood up and dusted himself off as if attempting to reclaim some dignity before he returned to his side.

Youll see me there. A pale blonde man stood out amongst the Telvian group.

Avery interlocked her fingers as she went into thought. The Diavol, Dwarves, and Dark Elves arent too important, so we can ignore anything coming from them for the moment. The Princes, on the other hand, seem to be seeking outside help to ascend the throne. If it's true then they really are beyond stupid, with the Kingdoms current state its more likely for a foreign power usurp power and use them as puppets.

So what's the main concern? Ira asked. Although he wasnt an idiot, he was completely unskilled in matters such as the one taking place.

Dont trust anyone connected to the Merchants Circle. Avery stated before continuing, There are still too many details that need to be analyzed. So far, the enemy could be the Princes, a faction within the Telvian Empire, or an outsider with dangerous ambitions. Do your best not to fall into their pace especially on the first night, Ira.

I got it. Ira nodded.

The banquet continued on with many white lies, rumors, and hidden power struggles. Ira took Averys advice and stayed away from any possible trouble. His lack of activity made many question his previously unrestrained display. Some decided that there was no point in approaching such a person and erased any notion of creating a connection with him. It looked as if no one wanted to form a relationship with Ira at the moment when so many eyes were watching, that was until a Dark Elf and a Lycanthrope approached his table.

Pardon me for interrupting you. I am the First Prince of The Dark Elven Empire, Saren Meldara. Saren introduced himself politely, while the Lycanthrope at his side trembled and breathed heavily.

Your bloodline seems to be suppressing anyone who has an animalistic nature. I was curious to whether it was a result of the Red Moon? Saren asked.

Ira looked at Saren and then to the shivering hairy man at his side. He was about to channel the Red Moon to surprise them but decided to hold off on it just yet. After all, if he was to reveal he was the owner of the Red Moon then everyone would try and curry favor with him.

Yeah, something like that. Ira answered.

...Then...Do you maybe have any information about it? Saren asked with hopeful eyes.

...I do. Ira said before he looked at the shivering sweaty man once again. You uh...doing ok, buddy? he asked.

Y-Ye-Yes. The Lycanthropes teeth chattered as he answered Ira while avoiding eye contact.

Ira chuckled before he reduced the effect of his bloodline resonance and at that moment the Lycanthrope let out a sigh of relief. Ira felt a minuscule connection to the Lycanthropes inside the Banquet Hall, but it remained at that. Harper was the only one in the world who had a direct connection to Iras bloodline, but its nature still remained Lycanthropic.

Forgive me, if Im overstepping my boundaries, but would it be alright if we spoke privately at some point during the Summits duration. Saren asked.

Ira considered a few things before he nodded, Ill come find you if I want to talk...Im not one for subtle wordplay so If you get on my good side, Ill tell you a few things about that Red Moon youre so interested in.

I swear on my name that Ill do my best to assist you whenever I can. I hope to hear from you soon. Saren said sincerely before turning around and going back to the Dark Elves. His Lycanthrope companion stared at Ira with reverence before he followed Saren.

Well, I guess the Dark Elves are our allies. Ira said proudly.

I wouldnt say that just yet. Avery said from his side.

Why not? Ira asked.

Notice that he swore that he would do his best to assist. The Dark Elves are a matriarchal society like the Valkyries. Any personal assistance he provides wont be of any real use. They are still unsure of you so that promise was mostly a goodwill gesture. Avery explained.

Iras proud expression crumpled under Averys explanation.

It doesnt matter, Ira. Since they were upfront with their intentions there is no need to doubt them. If you decide to reveal any practical information about the Red Moon, theyll align themselves with you and by extension the Kingdom. Avery added.

Ira nodded as he received insight on how things operated during events such as these. Wordplay played a huge part to his surprise. There were probably a few hundred empty promises being thrown around at that exact moment. After a few moments, he held a deeply profound look as if he realized a certain universal truth.

Ira opened his mouth most likely to share his newfound truth with Avery. This fucking sucks.