Chapter 155.Chapter 155: You Can’t Stop It
Chapter 155: You Can’t Brake It
Ariando certainly understood what he was doing.
It was equally clear what it meant for him to do so.
It meant that since his ancestor had led the people to move into Ellaria for nearly ten thousand years, he, as the Elf King, had split the kingdom and its borders together.
It meant that he was likely to push the entire High Elf Kingdom into the abyss called ‘royal strife’ again after a few years.
Once such a dangerous precedent was set.
Once a conflict erupted, it wouldn’t be the so-called internal conflict.
It will be total war!
Any High Elf who had read a little bit of history would know that the ancestors had left the Toriel Prime Material Plane in disgust with the seemingly never-ending War of the Crowns.
Starting with the First Crown War, which broke out due to the attack of the Erivandar Empire on the Kingdom of Maeyleta, and ending with the departure of their ancestors at the end of the Fifth Crown War.
The war between the elven kings had lasted three full millennia.
It continued the feud between the four elves for generations.
But that, so what?
“I’ve had enough.”
In the face of the Silver Archduke’s desperate questioning, the king on the throne, who had long since ceased to be young, replied thus.
The original clamor of the royal hall abruptly fell silent, the princes and nobles were silenced, and once again looked somewhat incredulously at the elf king who had already spent hundreds of years on that golden throne, but at this moment appeared somewhat unfamiliar.
In the impression of all the high elves, this is the king’s eldest son, the elf king who succeeded to the throne only in the middle of the year, maybe not enough to be wise and mighty, the evaluation of the people’s admiration, but also counted as a kind and generous courtesy, the elf king of the inspirational and diligent governance.
A king who, at least in every aspect, is qualified.
At least that was the impression that King Ariando had given to all the elves before the explosion in the Spider’s Nest.
It was only since then that this king, who was already nearly six hundred years old, had vaguely begun to become a bit aggressive and anxious.
Until now.
Ariando tore off the mask that he had been wearing for most of his life, and made a statement to his own subjects and to the nobles.
“What?” Mirriam looked at the Elf King in disbelief, as if she still could not believe the words she heard.
“I said, I’ve had enough.” The King of Aelyndor repeated again.
Immediately afterward, he slowly stood up from his throne.
As he had already stepped into the old age of the elves, even though he was already a legend, he still could not resist the erosion of the flood of years, his temples were a bit frosty, and his body was no longer as robust and straight as in the past, and even looked a bit thin.
Just with the king of Ailian more eyes around the royal court all the present elves, but because of this sudden change, because the king’s change, and inexplicably feel a little fear, silent as a cicada.
King Aelyndor’s gaze once again fell back on the Silver Archduke Mirriam:
“Mirriam, I vaguely remember that I even hugged you when you were a child, right?”
“. Yes, Uncle King Ariando, I remember the same.” Mirriam likewise sensed that something was wrong with Aelyndor and tried to stabilize this king.
Once an elf king, especially one who was still popular and had real power in his hands, got out of control, the state of affairs was equally frightening.
But King Aelyndor didn’t see it that way, and he paced in front of the throne in front of the eyes of all the nobles like this:
“Look, now you have grown up, also inherited the position of silver grand duke, shepherd side, deeply won the hearts of the people of Ceolus.”
Every step, the original slightly curved back is straightened a point, the vigor of the past also seems to gradually return to this increasingly dry as rotten wood body.
Speaking here, his footsteps suddenly stopped, turned his head to look down at the Silver Archduke, slowly spread a smile and said:
“Even today, more than half of the nobles in the royal court have to look at your face to act.
“So much so that even nowadays, they can turn to me, to your former Uncle King Aeliandor.
“dictate and make demands.”
Mirriam’s demeanor changed abruptly, somewhat pained and torn as she explained to the king who seemed to have been equally strong in repressing some sort of pain, even somewhat mournfully:
“But everything I’ve done has been for our elven kingdom, Devensel.”
Ariando tilted his head and took a deep breath, sighing again:
“Yes, all for the sake of our elven kingdom, Devensel.
“Each and every one of you, it’s all for Devensel.
“Good one, for Devensel.”
Saying this, Aeliandor suddenly laughed out, only that smile was without the slightest bit of warmth, and once again looked at the hundred officials of the royal court:
“So, for the sake of Devensel, for the sake of the various territories of the kingdom that can become even richer and stronger, you guys can use the natural disaster as an excuse to repeatedly ask for the opening of the treasury to release grain and lowering the taxes of the territories.
“But I’m afraid that only God knows how much food has really reached the hands of the affected territories.
“And how much of the lowered taxes have really been spent on disaster relief?”
The nobles who had enriched themselves moved their gazes away in unison.
“For the sake of Devensel, I must do as my father did.
“Be a conservative king who cultivates his internal affairs, who appoints the wise and abides by the rules, who humbly consults the Council of Senators in all matters, and who does not act impulsively or overstep his bounds.
“But what? It’s been a thousand years, and the Elven Kingdom is dozens of times stronger than it used to be.
“But the borders of the kingdom remain as they once were.
“The treasury is as empty as ever.
“The treatment of the Drow Elves is as it was.
“I originally thought that with the explosion of the Spider’s Nest City, the Well of Miracles leading into the Dark Territory, and the Drow Elves ‘leaderless’, all of you, the wise men of the Council of Elders, would cherish this once-in-a-thousand-years, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to strike a blow against this group of Drow, in order to ensure peace in Derwentzell for the next hundred years.
“And the result? You have decided that the Drell are no longer the threat they once were, and have asked me, to lay off the Navy!
“How, absurd and ridiculous!
“But I, also ‘for the sake of Dwensel’, and to avoid further spreading of the situation in the Navy, passed your decision and abolished the Navy.”
Hearing this, those ‘senators’ likewise bowed their heads slightly without saying a word.
And the Elf King’s gaze, which had turned in a circle, once again fell back on Mirriam:
“Your Excellency, Archduke of the Wheel of Silver, you can’t have really forgotten how the source of all this, the Dwensel Seventh Fleet, was overthrown, right?
“And how the plague on the entire territory of the Elven Kingdom was caused, right?
“Can you tell me again, in front of all the nobles present, that you did all this for the sake of Devensel?
“for the sake of Devonshire?”
“I,” for a moment, was speechless Mirriam opened her mouth, but in the end, she was unable to speak.
That’s how things are in the world sometimes, people only look at what you did, not what you did.
Her original intention could not solve everything that was in shambles today.
Instead, Mirriam’s silence, the collective silencing of the nobles of the royal court, had caused the Elf King, Ariando, to become completely furious:
“Answer me, I’m listening.
“You guys answer me instead! Have each and every one of you been poisoned by the Drow’s poison and can’t speak? “Tell me that everything you have done has been for Dwensel! For the strength and survival of the Elven Kingdom!”
But after the extreme anger, Aelyndor’s voice rose and fell just as slowly:
“And not, for your own selfish greed.
“Answer me this way, and I can pretend that none of this absurdity has happened today.
“Continue to be your string-fucking
“puppet king.”
No one answered, and no one dared to be this outlier at this point.
Ariando laughed softly, and eventually said, full of disappointment:
“Since you can’t answer me, this, then, is the answer I give you.
“Duke of the Wheel of Silver, no, King Ceolus, be sealed and receive your orders.
“You have stirred up a mess of your own, and you will go and fix it yourself as an Elven King.
“Henceforth we two kings, autonomous across the river.
“Do not bother me again.
“And I, for my part, will bring Dwensel, back in the right direction to which it should return.”
Saying this, the King of Aelyndor, who had been following the rules for his entire life but had finally ‘lost his mind’ for once in public, sat back down on his throne in dismay, and just looked at Mirriam with an expressionless face, without another word.
Plop.
In the midst of the elves’ sidelong glances, Duke Mirriam of the Wheel of Silver knelt down on one knee:
“Your Majesty Aelyndor, please forgive me, I am unable to take the order.”
The king does not answer.
“And please, Your Majesty Aelyndor, take back your order.”
“And in the future, do not make such dangerous jokes.”
The king did not speak.
He then saw Mirriam slowly remove her Wheel of Silver Crown of Knighthood with an expressionless face, placed it on the floor in front of her, and pleaded once again:
“Your Majesty Ariando, please also give this Wheel of Silver crown top to my daughter Elizabeth.”
Just as the nobles of the Elven Palace were wondering what the Silver Archduke meant to do, they heard Mirriam’s mournful voice:
“I can’t argue with everything Your Majesty has said.
“I am to blame for all the calamities that the Elven Kingdom is experiencing today.
“If Your Majesty believes that the only way to save the day and get back on track is to exclude me from everything that’s happening in Dwensel.
“I, Miriam Elizabeth Scalia, Duke of the Wheel of Silver.
“am willing to die for Your Majesty!”
Saying these unbelievable words to all the elves, the Grand Duke of the Wheel of Silver actually pulled out the ancestral ‘Consul’s Sword’ at her waist without hesitation and stabbed it towards her heart.
All of this happened too quickly and unexpectedly, so much so that when the legendary Archduke of the Silver Wheel pulled out his sword to kill himself, not a single elf reacted.
But just as the surrounding elves shouted in alarm and wanted to rush to stop them.
Just as the King of Aelyndor on the throne leaned forward slightly, a hint of painful and contradictory expectation flowing from his eyes.
There was a loud boom.
The door of the king’s hall’s side hall seemed like it had been slammed open by some huge object.
The shattered gold-painted doorposts smashed straight into Silver Wheel Grand Duchess Miriam’s pretty face, which was determined to die.
As a Legend, her movements were delayed for a moment.
Instinctively, she looked towards the direction of the ‘attack’, and then she was shocked to see four ‘silver dragon balls’ with their bodies almost overlapping each other rolling towards her.
“Huh?” Mirriam revealed the same dumbfounded look that she had when she first saw her daughter, just like Atilicia.
In the next second, one of the Devensel legends, the Silver Wheel Archduke was crushed by four silver dragons together.
Ka-ching.
There was a moment of stagnation and silence in the Elven Court before various sounds erupted together:
“Quickly! Take the sword from the Duke’s hand!”
“Protect His Majesty Ariando!”
“His Excellency the Duke has fainted from serious injuries!
“Quickly! Priest! Priest! Save the elves!”
Only the king on the throne had his eyes fixed dead on Davy’s gang of silver dragons who had suddenly seized the door.
Davy, who was pressed under the penultimate, always felt as if he was hated by someone.
At that moment, the thief shouted:
“Said don’t come over ah!
“The floor is slippery in this shithole!
“You can not brake ah!”
“I,” Tania’s entire dragon was confused, she had just stopped in front of the door ah, but his brother froze as he yanked them together and lunged in.
To be aware of the king of the temple after the difference between Tania where can still do not know the old brother’s intention, had to be silent on the back of this heavenly black pot, that is, by the crowd of elves that focus on the eyes of the young soul more or less some aggrieved.
Hey, another day to accompany the old brother to act.
This family without her Tania sooner or later have to be scattered.
On the other side of the table, Attilicia, who was also being held hostage by her own son, was concerned about her best friend’s safety:
“Move your legs! You’ve got Miriam underneath you!”
In the face of the dragon sister David was just a tacit hint, in the face of his own dragon father David directly full output:
“Can you fucking blame me? Get your ass out of my head!”
[Rage]
Drained.
In every sense of the word.
Tomorrow’s noon update will be a little late, probably.
(End of chapter)