After some thought, Zamright laughed before he shook his head. Throne here doesn't mean Throne Relic.
True Throne Relic only extended less than 1% of its power to Throne Zamright was now sitting on. And it was that less than 1% that gave all this power and amazing control.
"Why am I the ruler now? Master why with the arrangement? I thought I would be able to rest and enjoy my life but this is a burden!"
Zamright racked his brain trying to see if there is any hint of the reason. But nothing.
Zamright doesn't have Photographic memory to remember everything. So he sighed and waved his hand.
The bubble burst and now he looked at the Throne Room. It was empty, but with Brighton Guidance Zamright could see the outside, the whole Royal City was wrapped in a bigger bubble and frozen.
Instantly, he saw Van in a dungeon, chain with spikes and a fluid injecting into him to keep him alive. He saw soldiers inside the royal city underground town where a lot of people with white hair and pale skin were being shot with fire guns but now they were all frozen.
He saw the working of the whole palace, the people in it and the technology and ancient artefact they have.
He also saw the former king glaring at him with undisguide fury at the edge of the royal city.
His royal robe pulsing with great power, his long brass crown also emitting waves of power resisting the freeze effect of the Throne. Beside him was Dark Knight, the man has managed to win against the effect of his Phantom Blade. Well, the power was weaker than his original to begin with.
"I will paint the palace with your blood!" He declared before his brass crown emitted power to teleport them away.
Zamright took a deep breath and said, "Fool!" The echo of his word reached every corner in the Great Lantern. Every man and woman, boy and girl and every life form that can listen, hear it and understand what the world means.
The king disappeared with the Dark Knight but Zamright waved his hand, "Come here boy!"
Whatever the king did was undone and he was plucked from wherever he was and appeared inside the Throne room, the brass Crown and the Robe turned rigid as if they had no power.
Utter shock and horror appeared on both their eyes before they looked up to the boy of 13 years on the throne.
The cute boy was sitting casually on what appeared to be a big couch, he was leaning to the left armrest with no care in the world. No. He owned the world now.
"Who are you?" The king shrieked as power from his body bubbled up. He was using his True Blessing.
True Blessings were hard to suppress, infact when one reached sufficient mastery the only way to stop one from using it was to prevent them from achieving the requirements for activation or inject something in their blood that interfered with its workings.
Sometimes their spinal cord or even brain has to be affected to hinder them. However even with that, there were some that you can't just stop them.
Zamright wasn't worried about the king, even if one used their True Blessing, it has to be effective to mean something.
That was when Zamright eyes widened in astonishment as he felt that the man was simulating his blood to be like his own. By becoming more like Zamright, he may have some control over the Throne too.
Now that Zamright thought about it, the reason why the interrogation scenario was established was for the king to simulate his blood.
All those conversations and delays weren't for anything but distractions.
"Clever!" Zamright didn't stop him, in fact he opened himself to the man to do a good job before his attention moved to Dark Knight and he frowned.
Dark Knight was a husk of something, it wasn't a real man here. With a thought a collapsing force, shattered the silver armored dark eyes man before he was compressed into a grain size.
Even after that, Zamright frowned and didn't subside as he tried to comprehend what he felt.
"From his eyed I felt another deep gaze from far away!" Zamright talked to himself. ..
Now he looked at the king and tried to see if there was the same feeling, there was none but there was a peculiar sensation from the crown and robe.
Zamright sat properly and focused, using his authority on the Throne he scanned them. .
They too were immediately squashed and intense heat turned them to dust.
The king was shocked as he looked around, he now looked younger and his body was paler than before. He was succeeding but seeing Dark Knight wasn't beside him and his Crown and Robe gone just like that he panicked.
In that moment, he felt an invasive gaze that sought to pry the secrets of his cells, spirit and mind and he looked at the boy on the throne.
There was this concentration and focused training on him that shook him to the core. The next moment, a heat from the deeper part of his body came about and he felt he was about to explode.
Instead of panicking he muttered, "Hold on to the throne for as long as you can!" before he exploded.
Even the Throne fell short in halting that, not that Zamright would stop it. He will have done the same just now.
"Puppets? Or a deeper scheme!" Zamright grumbled. He was already having a headache.
He closed his eyes and tried to reach to the Throne Relic and he did and he demanded full 1% power for the Throne he was sitting on but met with a rejection.
Zamright thought about it before he searched for the six arm creature. He found the thing contained inside a ship under a large river, a place where monsters like it were kept.
With a thought it was teleported to him.
"Big guy. How are you?" Zamright smiled, the creature grumbled, its body was heavy and it could not even float normally because of the weight it was carrying.
"Dump then all"
The creature yelped with happiness before an ocean of coins poured out of its body and also two eggs floated out.
Brighton Guidance pulse and Throne also responded from the vault of Great Lantern, Bank after Bank appeared and the coins were immediately sorted inside.
There were hundreds of thousands of coins that Zamright made which was quite a load for the creature.
Not surprisingly, the coins that touched the Throne melted into it and immediately it began to further transform.