Chapter 126 No one will help you
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Updated : Sep 30th, 2025
Segarus turned his gaze to the prince, his smirk widening into a condescending smile. "Ah, young Prince Milon," he drawled, "you're still just a child in the grand scheme of things.
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You don't yet understand how the emperor works. He wouldn't dare interfere in the affairs of our clans. These matters are beneath him."
Milon's confidence faltered, and his expression shifted as Segarus added, his tone dripping with venom, "In fact, I suspect there are those in the palace who would prefer to see you dead."
The prince stiffened, his face paling. "What do you mean by that?" he demanded, his voice laced with a mix of anger and unease.
Segarus chuckled softly, relishing the prince's discomfort. "Let's just say," he began, "that your star has been rising too quickly, both politically and in terms of power. Such brilliance tends to cast long shadows, doesn't it? And shadows breed jealousy and ambition."
Milon clenched his fists, his mind racing with possibilities. And it seems like Seragus was ready to kill him too.
Jolthar stood frozen in his spot, watching everything unfold. He couldn't believe that the empire wouldn't involve itself in the matters of clans, even when the son of the emperor was here. Well, he was not the son of his wife but a concubine. Nevertheless, it was a serious offence to kill an imperial prince. But Seragaus outright said he didn't care.
He studied the mages; they are definitely stronger, and he could see the mana spread out in all directions of the hall. They wouldn't let anyone out from the Kaezhlar family.
Segarus turned away and directed his attention back to Caelum.
"Shall we begin, my old friend?" Segarus asked, his tone almost mocking as he spread his arms theatrically.
Caelum, ever composed, began removing his coat, folding it neatly, and placing it on a nearby chair. He turned to Elowen, his expression softening just slightly. "Take the children and protect them. Get them out of here," he ordered, his voice steady and commanding.
Maena and Eran stood at the forefront, weapons drawn, their faces grim with determination. Clifton, battered but unyielding, positioned himself protectively before Elowen and the siblings. The guests who had not yet fled screamed and scrambled for the exits, trampling over one another in their desperation to escape.
Jolthar remained rooted to the spot, his instincts screaming at him to act.
Yet he hesitated, caught between his desire to see the Kaezhlar clan fall and his growing rage at these outsiders who dared to claim his vengeance as their own.
The hall was a cacophony of chaos, but amidst it all, Caelum and Segarus stood apart, but the mana and the aura were already clashing, sending violent and oppressive force in all directions.
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Maena rushed toward Jolthar, her steps hurried but deliberate. She was desperate, and her usually composed face now bore a mixture of worry and determination.
Reaching him, she placed a firm hand on his arm, forcing him to meet her gaze.
"I know you don't like this clan," she began, her voice low but urgent, "but will you listen to me this one time?"
Jolthar turned his piercing eyes toward her, his expression unreadable. He remained silent, his gaze unwavering as if trying to discern her true intentions.
Behind them, the hall was in chaos. The clash of power between Caelum and Segarus sent shockwaves through the air. Knights and red-robed mages scrambled, some fighting, others fleeing.
Caelum moved like a tempest, his sword a blur of light and death. He struck at the mages advancing on his family, his blade cutting through spells and bodies alike.
A single swing of his sword unleashed a devastating arc of energy, obliterating the attackers so completely that not even their remains were left.
Segarus, hovering above the ground with an aura of unshakeable confidence, chuckled as he observed the carnage. His eyes gleamed with malice. It was like he was enjoying how Caelum was facing and trying to save his family.
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