Rosie's Games - Chapter 453: Confident of Winning

Korusta Empire

The air in the room grew heavy with an unsettling tension, though it failed to mask the alluring aroma of the tea that filled the space. Positioned at the head of the table, Patriarch Blaize, the esteemed leader of the Blaize Family, glared across at Lachlan and his son, the representatives of the defiant Fluer Family.

“They stubbornly refuse to surrender that man for interrogation,” the patriarch scoffed, his sneer betraying his frustration. Despite the mounting pressure he had exerted, the Fluer Family staunchly held onto their claim that Lachlan had attacked Brinley Fleur. It seemed that no amount of coercion could sway their allegiance.

The patriarch’s thoughts brimmed with contempt for his rivals, deriding their perceived lack of intellect. To him, it was a waste of brainpower to maintain such a baseless facade. With each passing moment, it became increasingly apparent that a conflict between their families was inevitable, destined to escalate into a full-blown war.

“There’s no need to be frightened,” Lachlan reassured, his voice filled with confidence. “The Quarris Family has already pledged their support. Even if Ena Thun were to join their cause, there’s no chance they could emerge victorious.”

“Hmph! Winning is assured,” the Patriarch responded, his expression reflecting his unwavering determination. Rising from his seat, he led the two men out of his study, guiding them through a labyrinthine path. Eventually, they arrived in a room engulfed in billowing smoke, resonating with the rhythmic clang of blacksmiths and swordsmiths diligently forging weapons.

Navigating through the skilled craftsmen, the trio delved deeper into the chamber. The air grew thicker with smoke as they neared their destination. Finally, they stood before a massive rock, its dark blue hue emanating an air of mystique. Two individuals labored painstakingly, carefully chiseling away fragments from the rock.

Once the fragments were extracted, they were placed onto a heated table, infused with the power of Magda. The Patriarch inquired eagerly, “Is there any progress?” The rock, despite its modest size of just one meter in diameter, concealed the arduous task of transforming its fragments into lethal weapons.

“We’re making good progress, Your Blessedness,” replied a burly man, presenting the Patriarch with a sword exuding a captivating blue sheen. With a smile, the Patriarch grasped the weapon, envisioning the impending reckoning that would befall the Fleur family for daring to provoke them.

However, his gaze shifted to the rock they had recently discovered, recognizing it as a unique relic. Unlike other relics, this one possessed a sinister quality—it harbored the ability to inflict harm upon the blessed individuals. A single piercing strike from this weapon would administer a deadly poison, a formidable deterrent to any who opposed them.

The Patriarch and the Blaize Family discovered this weapon in these rocky mountains and immediately decided to use this against their enemies! This weapon was the reason why the Blaize Family was so confident of winning this war!

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Sloryn Empire

The patriarch of the Fleur Family gazed at Brinley, his eyes filled with a mixture of hope and concern. “Are you absolutely certain that they will lend their support to our cause?” he inquired, his voice laced with apprehension. “You must understand the gravity of the situation. A single misstep could spell ruin for Sloryn.”

Brinley, sitting opposite the patriarch, responded with a self-assured smirk. Days had passed since the patriarch had last laid eyes on his son, and the transformations in Brinley were strikingly evident. The patriarch found himself momentarily bewildered, questioning how such a metamorphosis could occur. Was this truly his son before him, or had someone masqueraded as him, falsely bearing the blessing of the goddess?

The doubts lingered, but Brinley’s newfound confidence and aura of strength left the patriarch grappling for answers. Something profound had transpired within his son, turning a once-perceived coward into a force to be reckoned with. As the patriarch contemplated the unfolding events, he couldn’t help but wonder how deeply the goddess’s blessing had truly shaped Brinley’s destiny.

“Ena Thun has assured us of their support. She and her people are scheduled to arrive in two days. It will be then that we can gauge their true commitment,” Brinley declared, rising from his seat. “As for the Lux Family, they are eager to stand by our side, but the current turmoil in Aster hinders their immediate assistance. Martin Lux is leading them well and is diligently working to stabilize the situation before joining our cause.”

The Patriarch’s hesitation lingered, grappling with the weight of the impending conflict. How could they possibly contend with a family renowned for both their fiery prowess and unwavering bravery? The Blaize Family’s strength loomed over them, while the Fleur Family remained comparatively feeble.

“Are we to surrender ourselves, then?” Brinley’s brows furrowed as he locked eyes with his father. “Is it not folly to endure the machinations of those who colluded with sorcerers to orchestrate my demise? I refuse to suffer for their wickedness. We must eradicate this evil that has plagued us!”

The Patriarch grimaced at his son’s fervent words, inwardly wrestling with his own doubts. He had long harbored suspicions about his own kin, questioning the veracity of the attack on Brinley. The internal strife within the Fleur Family and across the Sloryn Kingdom had only intensified as a result.

The knowledge that the Blaize Family’s Patriarch had willingly declared war against them caused a throbbing headache. He had long accepted the reality of the Fleur Family’s inferiority to their formidable adversary. Thus, Brinley’s mention of Ena Thun’s support sparked a glimmer of hope, injecting a surge of determination into their uncertain future.

“The Thun Family’s support will prove invaluable to us,” the Patriarch remarked, a faint smile gracing his lips as he motioned for his son to depart from his study. As soon as Brinley exited the room, the smirk on the Patriarch’s face widened, brimming with self-assurance. In this impending war, he was resolute in the belief that only the Fleur Family would emerge victorious, leaving their adversaries in the dust of their triumph.