The Imperial Court
The Imperial Court of The Republic stood as a testament to the grandeur and power of the empire. The architecture blended ancient and contemporary styles, with towering columns and intricate carvings depicting the empire's glorious history. The walls were adorned with tapestries and murals, each telling a story of valour and conquest. The ceiling, a marvel of artistry, was painted with scenes of celestial battles and divine beings, a reminder of the empire's connection to the gods.
As Kent, White Demon, and India approached the entrance, they could feel the weight of history pressing down on them. The air was thick with the scent of incense, and the echo of their footsteps was swallowed by the vastness of the hall. The courtiers, dressed in their finest robes, whispered amongst themselves, their eyes flicking towards the newcomers with a mix of curiosity and disdain.
The Gathering of Counts
Today was an unusual day. The court was packed with counts and dukes who rarely attended regular meetings. Their presence signalled the importance of the occasion and the high interest in Kent Johnson, the young man who had defeated the formidable India. The atmosphere was electric, a buzz of anticipation filling the air as the courtiers awaited the proceedings.
As Kent walked through the hall, he could feel the eyes of the nobility upon him. Whispers followed in his wake, each count sizing him up, trying to gauge the measure of the man who had caused such a stir. He kept his expression neutral, his eyes forward, ignoring the murmurs and the occasional pointed look.
The Presence of Luhap S Argan
Suddenly, a palpable shift in the atmosphere occurred. A hush fell over the court as a powerful presence made itself known. Luhap S Argan had arrived. The very air seemed to bow under the weight of his presence. Courtiers and counts alike fell to their knees, unable to resist the overwhelming aura that emanated from him.
Luhap S Argan was an imposing figure. His presence was otherworldly, his appearance striking. He stood tall and regal, his eyes glowing with an ethereal light. His hair, a silvery cascade, framed a face that seemed ageless, yet bore the wisdom of centuries. Clad in robes of shimmering gold and white, he exuded an aura of divinity that set him apart from everyone else.
Luhap S Argan was one of the seven divine deities who had transcended human boundaries and entered the realm of the gods. They were hundreds of years old, and their power was unmatched. No one in the court could hope to approach their level of strength and wisdom. However, it was known that the High Duke was the closest mortal to achieving this godlike realm.
The Inquiry
Luhap S Argan's voice, when he spoke, was like thunder wrapped in velvet. It commanded attention and respect. "India," he began, his eyes locking onto her with an intensity that made her shiver, "is it true that you were defeated by this young man, Kent Johnson?"
Feeling the weight of his gaze, India took a deep breath and replied, "Yes, my lord. It is true."
A ripple of shock and disbelief swept through the court. The rumours were true. India, the 9th-ranked first-rate knight, had indeed been bested by Kent. The counts exchanged looks of amazement and confusion, their previous skepticism shattered by India's admission.
Without wasting any further time, Luhap S Argan turned his attention to Kent. "Kent Johnson," he said, his voice carrying a note of curiosity, "will you join me?"
Kent, understanding the gravity of the situation, chose his words carefully. "I am honoured by your offer, my lord," he began, his tone respectful yet firm, "but I must decline. My duty lies with my family and my people."
His refusal sent another wave of murmurs through the court. The counts, sensing an opportunity, began to argue amongst themselves. Some accused Kent of arrogance, others of harbouring ulterior motives. The accusations grew louder and more heated, each count trying to outdo the other in their denouncements.
The Bold Accusation
Kent, maintaining his composure, boldly accused the counts of coveting his family's wealth. "Your words betray your true intentions," he said, his voice cutting through the cacophony. "You speak of honour and duty, but your eyes are set on the riches of my family."
The counts, stung by his accusation, bristled with indignation. They dared him to speak further, challenging his assertions with heated words. The court threatened to descend into chaos, the tension palpable.
Luhap S Argan's Intervention
Luhap S Argan raised a hand, and the court fell silent once more. His gaze swept over the assembled nobility, his expression one of calm authority. "Silence," he commanded, his voice brooking no argument. "Kent Johnson has shown remarkable courage and wisdom. His boldness in defending his family's honour is commendable."
Turning to Kent, he continued, "I promise the protection of your family's wealth and health. You have my word as emperor.", "Furthermore I hereby demote India to the 10th Rank among 1st Rates and I bestow Kent Johnson The 9th Rank"
With those words, the court was adjourned. The nobility, still reeling from the turn of events, began to disperse, their minds buzzing with the implications of what had just transpired.
The High Duke's Invitation
As Kent, White Demon, and India made their way out of the court, they were approached by the High Duke. "Kent," he said, his voice smooth and inviting, "would you care to join me for a cup of coffee?"
Kent glanced at White Demon and India, who looked ready to protest. "Go back," he told them gently. "I'll be back soon."
They hesitated, their concern evident, but Kent's reassuring smile eventually convinced them. "We'll be waiting," India said, her eyes lingering on him as they turned to leave.