Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1973

Chapter 1973: Royal Showdown (part 1)

To the Bastet, instead, Dolgus was the closest thing to a brother that he had ever had. When the rest of Mogar had treated him like the monster that Paquut had been, Dolgus had given him a home and offered him a hand.

“Thanks man.” Theseus patted the Griffon’s back one last time and then he followed the other Eldritches into the Chaos Gate.

“Do you need a ride to the Desert, Lith?” Zoreth asked.

“Yes, please.” After exchanging their contact runes, they bid goodbye to the Griffon as well.

Lith and Solus were sad to have lost one Mouth, but between the one they had gained and the new floors of the tower, they were going to be busy for a very long time.

***

Griffon Kingdom, City of Valeron, a few days later.

The Royals didn’t waste time and arranged their trip to the Blood Desert for the day after the terms of the honeymoon had expired. Now that the embassy was open again, Salaark accorded them an audience at her earliest convenience.

It was still the middle of the night for the people of the Kingdom, but in the Desert, the sun had already risen for an hour.

“Are you ready, dear?” Queen Sylpha asked.

She wore her full Royal garments as a monarch visiting a peer. Everything from her fur-lined brocade cloak to her long gown had been enchanted so that it wouldn’t impede her movements nor would the heat of the Desert bother her.

“I’m as ready as I can be.” Meron nodded, dressed in a similar fashion and wearing all the insignia of his status. “We must be prepared to bear with Verhen’s grudge and relieve his anger before starting the treaty.”

“I know.” Sylpha said. “It’s why I think that bringing along all this junk might do more harm than good to our cause. You’ve seen how powerful Verhen has become and the allies he has made. Wouldn’t it be better to wear more casual clothes?”

“Are you kidding me?” Both the King and the Chamberlain went pale. “We are still the rulers of the Griffon Kingdom and we are visiting Overlord Salaark in her palace. What impression would we give if we walked through the Gate wearing shirts and shorts?

“This attire is meant to not make us lose face in front of Salaark and show Lith how serious we are. They are not meant to intimidate him, but to make him feel honored for our presence.

“The King and the Queen of the country who banished him come in person to his door to negotiate his return. There could be no greatest honor or sign of sincerity. On top of that, by not sending a middle man we can settle things much quicker.

“There will be no back and forth from the Royal Palace. We have the full authority of the Crown and can accept or refuse his terms, giving him a proper explanation for the reasons we’re doing so while looking him in the eyes.”

“Fine.” Sylpha sighed. “But I still feel ridiculous. Wearing fur in the Desert is like bringing salt water to the ocean, a foolish endeavor.”

“I would love to argue more about Valeron’s etiquette, my dear, but I think that worrying about the color of our curtains while the war with Thrud has set our house on fire is even more foolish.” Meron said, putting an end to the conversation.