The queen mother Soya’s eyes narrowed as she tapped her fingers against the ornate armrest of her golden chair, her gaze far away in thought. “The bastard’s name is Kent. From what I’ve gathered, he’s a disciple and relative of the Supreme Sword Magus on the Blue Planet,” she began passing information about Kent to her second son Phillip.
“But, somehow, I sense there’s more to him… something hidden. After all, how can one man stand against seventy thousand of the best disciples from all nine realms and defeat Simon, your own nephew, without breaking a sweat?”
Phill, her second son, let out a cold, calculating laugh as he leaned back in pleasure and the girl’s continued to suck his sensitive parts.
“Interesting. Very interesting… So, we need to find his secrets before killing, mother. Before we strike, let’s gather more information. Send a few of our best spies to dig into his past. I want to know everything—his lineage, his secrets, his allies.
Only when we have the full picture will we decide how to handle him.”
“But what if the masked fool senses our spies, Phill?” Soya’s voice had a hint of unease now. “If he catches wind of our investigation, he might become more guarded. And the Blue Planet’s Wizard Association… If they suspect our involvement, there will be political troubles.”
Phill waved his hand dismissively, a smirk on his face. “Mother, it’s just a small planet. Hardly anything to worry about. We’ll use spies from the Central Army’s elite, ones who can sacrifice life. I’ll personally approve the mission. Just make sure the Emperor remains in the dark about this.
If he finds out… we won’t get another chance to handle that masked fool.”
Soya frowned slightly but nodded in agreement. “Understood. It’s settled. Now, tell me, where is your brother, Max? It’s been months since I last saw him.”
Phill’s eyes darted around the room before he waved the servants out. Once they left, he began speaking in a secret voice. “Mother, Max has been hard at work. He’s trying to bypass the family’s bloodline restrictions to learn the ‘Sun-Moon Eclipse Arrows’.
As you know it’s the family’s legacy art, only those with true Quinn blood can master it. Brother Max is desperate to find a way before the Trident Summit. If people find out that the blood of the Quinn family doesn’t run through us, it could ruin everything.”
Soya’s face paled. She had forgotten the critical role the Quinn family’s legacy spell played in the upcoming summit. “Oh, God! How could I have overlooked this? Why didn’t you tell me sooner, Phill? If I’d known, I could have asked your father for help without involving Emperor Ryon.”
Phill shook his head. “Max is determined to figure it out on his own, and he’s made progress. If he fails, then we’ll turn to Father. But until then, keep this matter quiet. Your focus should be on revealing the background of that masked fool, Kent. Once we know his secrets, the rest will fall into place.”
After giving his mother a final nod, Phill severed the communication orb. He gestured to a servant lady waiting a considerable distance away, signaling her to approach.
His plan was already set in motion, and now all he needed was pleasure. He grabbed the savant lady tightly and started tearing her clothes. And he began enjoying the rough riding.
[Plot Note: By now, many of you might have understood that the two sons of Ryon Lionheart were not his own sons, which he doesn’t know. Phill called Simon, A Nephew not a cousin. I wrote this in yesterday’s chapter as hint, But only one guy found it. @Demonpool15230 Thank You for being a Good reader!]
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Meanwhile, in a wide open training ground before the Frost family palace, Kent’s training of the 20,000 Supreme Mages was well underway.
The vast expanse of the training field was divided into different sections, each filled with mages with similar strengths.
Kent stood atop a floating platform, arms crossed, observing his new army.
Kent raised his hand, indicating everyone to gather. “Listen closely! those with the strongest elemental affinities, with lightning, fire, and storm, will form the Tempest Division. Your role is destruction. Pure, unrelenting force. Focus on mastering the elements, striking like the wrath of gods in the front row.”
The group nodded as they were already separated from the mob.
He turned his attention to a smaller group to the right—those adept at healing, barriers, and space control. “You are the Blessing Unit. You will heal the army from the rear end and create a path for the front line mages. Without you, the Tempest Division will fall before they can even strike. Focus on your healing spells, and keep the flow of battle in our favor.”
His gaze turned to the agility group of mages. “You, the agile and swift, will form the Shadow Unit. Your task is reconnaissance, sabotage, and assassination. Strike before the enemy even knows you’re there. Hit fast, strike true, and disappear back into the army.”
The Shadow Unit members bowed slightly, their faces hidden by dark hoods.
Kent’s eyes glinted as he addressed the final group. These were the Strategists and War Mages, those who could summon illusions, manipulate the mind, and see beyond the present. “You are the Summon Unit. You will control the flow of information, disrupt enemy plans, and sow confusion in their ranks. The battlefield is your chessboard—learn to master it. Enjoy more content from My Virtual Library Empire
After me, you will have the authority during war.”
After giving them their directives, Kent descended from the platform and moved among the soldiers. “Our strategy will change based on each situation at battle.I might forgive you if you are weak. But I won’t forgive you if you ignore my command.”
Everyone stood with tension as Kent moved through the ranks, speaking new rules and war signs. The 20,000 Supreme Mages listened carefully without making a single murmur.
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