It's been two days since the incident and the council members have moved past that as though nothing happened. A meeting was held in the throne room and violet was there just as it was discussed.
My king, said council Barker, we have been at this same issue for many moons now and we still haven't reached a decision, our people are suffering day and night in the hands of the supernatural, they are giving up on you and a group of some town flocks have started a rebellion against the throne on grounds that the king has forsaken them.
You have to respond to their cry else, the whole kingdom join the rebellion and the matter gets out of control.
Thank you council man Barker for that information, but what should we do about it, remember we are at war with another race, one that are naturally stronger than us. How should we deal with the supernatural and the rebels? My king, I think we should focus more on a strategy to eliminate the supernaturals from our realm than a small group of rebellious mobs who doesn't even know what they are doing said council man mizosski.
My king, the slave market is getting out of our control. The people are beginning to partner with the supernaturals and the slaves are being smuggle out of the realm by the supernatural, we agreed that no slave should be taken out of the realm and all slaves business are to be legal and registered with the kingdom. The slavers are overstepping and breaking the laws, this shows that they have no fear of you anymore. What should be done said council man Hale
Those are minor problems said council man mizosski, why isn't anyone seeing the need to solve the supernatural problem before any of this one's you all are mentioning.
All you guys have been saying since we started this meeting is problems this and that, no solution yet said Axel. I am well aware of the whole situation the kingdom is in and the condition of the people, at least you all keeps me updated every morning with different problems upon problems what I need are solutions, answers, a way out.
Why can't someone come up with that yet?
My king, I have a solution said Mr. Mizosski, one if the council member. Go ahead Axel gave him permission.
Concerning the supernatural problems, I have a very strong suggestion to make, this people came into our world and caused dead, hunger and pain to our people simply because we are weak and don't have the means to protect ourselves, well here is the good thing, I say we fight back.
Council man Mizosski, you just said it yourself we are weak and don't have the means capable enough to fight back, how do you propose we fight back? Asked council man Wesley.
Mizosski smirked and continued, you all know that I and my family members are blacksmiths, a trait handed down to me by my forefathers, I have been looking for a way to protect my family for years now, I have sought out helps from different places, took different drastic measures and at some point I thought if it would be wise to seek powers from the supernaturals so I can use it to fight back when I have to.
But a few moons back, I discovered that all the answers we need are right here in the human realm. And with that I am proud to present to my king, a weapon that can kill both human and the supernatural, no matter how thick or powerful a supernatural may be, this weapon can take them down just in seconds. I present to you, the "flintlock".
Mizosski brought out a long wooden handle weapon with a barrel like metal tube held firmly on top of it. The weapon was 50-60 inches long and had weight but not too heavy for an average human to lift. The craft work was beautiful and it had an initial "M" by the side.
Some council members laugh out loud when mizosski presented the so called weapon while some shook their head as though disappointed.
Axel was quite for a while minute then he decided to mask is disappointment at the stupid human before him, saying all those long speech and at the end brought out this piece of craft work made from wood and iron as a weapon that can kill a supernatural, how stupid. How weak do this lowly humans think the supernaturals are, even from the name supernatural they should know we are much stronger and this so called weapon can do little to no harm on us.
Council man mizosski, if I may ask, how do you propose to use this piece of tool to kill the supernatural?
I will illustrate, he went out and asked the guards outside the throne room, bring the most notorious prisoner in the palace cells to the throne room this minute.
Confused, the other council members sat quietly and waited for the guards to return, it all looked like a child's play to them and no one, not even the king and his personal assistant took council man mizosski's weapon as a threat until the prisoner was brought in before them.
Watch and learn said mizosski, he walked close to the prisoner and asked him.
Mr. What is your name.
I am Julius he said with disgust in his voice.
What crime did you commit Mr. Julius?
I didn't commit any crime, how can I commit a crime when all you top-dogs resent and abandon the people, what I did was a way of survival.
I see your way of survival is effective, do you have a family?
I sold them all
What is about to happen to you is for a good cause, for the greater good of the future of Lucia, it is an honor.
What do you mean?
Do you have any last words?
Wait, don't kill me, please, I don't want to die, I have a family, my daughter, I am here because I stole breads from the neighbouring bakery to feed my daughter, please.....
No need to panick mr. Julius, you are made a hero today and your crime and sin has been forgiven by the goddess and our merciful king mizosski said as he looked directly into the eye of the king who nodded his head as if to say carry on with the experiment. And so council man Mizosski pointed the flintlock at the prisoner, the next seconds, the throne room was filled with a loud sound that made everyone to cover their ears and hide their heads.
My king, council man mizosski started, behold, our way out he said pointing at the now dead prisoner with a small hole in his chest which was pierced by a small round cannonball and thick red blood rushing out from the hole.