Revenge of the Son of the Nobles

Chapter 6: The Alliance

Count Griffin was seen walking down the corridors of a palace, but the palace was not the royal palace of Vasilius. The count appears to be escorted by several knights in armour with the coat of arms of a country embroidered in the armour of their ceremonial robes.

Upon arriving at a large door, the knights opened the door and invited the Count in, while the door was closed. Inside the large room, the Count saw three people standing on a giant map on the floor.

"Welcome, Count Reus Adrian Griffin." One of them greeted Count Griffin who looked confused, he could not tell which King was the one because the clothes they were wearing were both simple.

The person who greeted him smiled, as if he could read his thoughts, "Include me, my name is Hazim Aladov, the military commander of the Petra Kingdom." The man named Hazim shook the hand of the Count who was smiling stiffly.

"My name is David Mataus, the Minister of Defense. It's an honor to meet you Count Griffin." One of them introduced themselves and shook the Count's hand, Count's expression looking increasingly awkward. Because in the culture of Vasilius, there is no handshake, especially with someone who has a higher position or title.

"I am the King of the Kingdom of Petra, Nazzar Assaid Zanki." The last person who appeared to be the King shook the Count's hand. The count looked surprised and immediately knelt down.

"Reus Adrian Griffin, greeting His Majesty King Nazzar Assaid Zanki." The people in the room looked at each other, then Hazim said to the Count, "Count Griffin, we didn't do that in our Kingdom. Stand up Count." The count looked at him confused and stood up with a slight look down.

"We are here to greet with a handshake, it is a sign of friendship and equality." Said the King who extended his hand to the Count.

"I can't be rude to His Majesty." Said the Count, but the King actually pulled the Count's hand and shook his hand, the Count's body immediately trembled and he immediately knelt down.

Hazim immediately pulled the body of the Count to his feet, "We have a different culture from the Kingdom of Vasilius, therefore, in honor of our King, you must do so with respect for our culture." Strictly speaking, the Count finally once again shook the King's hand, though still slightly lowered his head with an awkward face.

"Speaking here is a little uncomfortable, don't you think? We'd better change locations." The king walked to the door that connects with another room, in the room there were sofas lined, visible walls filled with beautiful symmetrical ornaments with high artistic value. Even so, the material used to decorate the room looked too simple for a King's room.

The king sat down first on the couch, and then he invited Hazim, David and Count Griffin to sit down.

Some of the servants entered to serve snacks and pour cold drinks for the King and his guests.

"By the way, our Prime Minister is welcoming a delegation from another Kingdom, so he is still unable to attend at this time." Said the King after all the servants came out of the room.

"Just relax Count, please enjoy the simple treat." Hazim pointed to Count's glass that had not been touched at all, and the Count said, drinking the glass. His eyes were wide open, this drink was very refreshing.

Hazim who saw the Count's reaction explained, "The drink is made from a mixture of several fruit juices, among which there are fruits that only grow in the territory of this Kingdom."

The soul of businessman Count Griffin was instantly thrashed, "If so, would it be possible if I made a trade deal with the Petra Kingdom?"

The king who heard that laughed, making the Count confused, "Count Griffin is indeed a genuine merchant huh? As I heard, but right now we're going to talk about something much more urgent, aren't we?" Said the King.

Count Griffin nodded, "Right Your Majesty," the King smiled, "I'm glad the Count enjoyed the drink we served, a trade deal can wait after these talks are over."

The count's happy expression after hearing the King's words could not be hidden.

"So, what made a Count come all the way to our Kingdom?" The King started the conversation, the relaxed atmosphere in the room evaporated instantly.

"It relates to events that have recently taken place in our kingdom." The Count explained in detail the sequence of events that took place in the party hall that night, The King and the two higher-ups of the Kingdom listened carefully, they did not seem to be surprised at all by the news.

"That's how it happened." Count Griffin ended his speech.

The king sighed, "So, what does the Kingdom of Vasilius want?"

"We want an alliance, this situation can never be resolved if the countries are not united." Counts are straight at the point.

"Actually, something similar happened in our kingdom," the King explained, The Count was surprised to hear that, "But it happened to one of the knights while we were having a meeting together with the Ministers and Amir." The Count looked at the King in disbelief, then, don't you?

"The kingdom that sent a delegation along with the Kingdom of Vasilius was the Kingdom of Gathvan. It was likely that they also wanted an alliance, as did the Count." Obviously King.

"Then, how's your decision, Sire?" The Count asked the King, but for a while, the King only fell silent. That made the Count a little anxious.

Finally the King responded, "I will form an alliance with the Kingdom of Vasilius and the Kingdom of Gathvan, I will also send delegations to various countries to build alliances together," The King stood, followed by Hazim, and the King stood up, David and Count Griffin. The King extended his hand to Count Griffin, "I hope the Count will accept my hand," the Count smiled, he was still not used to it. But he finally welcomed the hand of King Nazzar with a little nervousness. "It is with pleasure, Sire."

"David, send someone to tell the Prime Minister that we will build an alliance with the Kingdom of Vasilius, and we will also accept an alliance from Gathvan if they ask for it." King's Order. David nodded and immediately sent one of his subordinates through the palace's internal communication device.

"So, Count. What trade deal do you want to form with us?" The Count smiled broadly at the King's question.

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Panic had occurred, but news of the formation of the alliance brought the atmosphere back under control. The people welcomed the alliance with joy.

Delegations from the three Kingdoms spread throughout the world to build alliances with all the countries of the world, some of which immediately agreed to form alliances taking into account the threats. Although some countries did not immediately agree to the alliance offer.

On the anniversary of the formation of the alliance, the King of various countries stood on a podium in the people's garden of the palace of the Kingdom of Petra, a garden inside the palace complex that became a place for people to celebrate various celebrations with the Royal family of Perta.

All the leaders of the country present in that day put their handprints on an inscription alternately, a moment later, a banner was taken down. On the banner is emblazoned a symbol that symbolizes the unity of countries around the world.

The people of the petra kingdom cheered, forming an alliance after the coming threat of an unknown power brought a sense of security to the people throughout the country.

Through newspapers spread around the world, news of the formation of an alliance of countries inaugurated in Petra made the people of countries that have not yet agreed to the alliance immediately urge the leaders of countries to join immediately, he said, because they felt that the threat that came this time felt so dangerous that the great Kingdoms like Vasilius and Petra formed an alliance.

With this, humanity prepares to face the threat that is eyeing them.

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"They form an alliance yes, the stubborn nature of the nobles and their higher-ups can be lost once in a while" said a figure with gray hair and a silver mask shaped female face.

There was a laugh from the figure with glowing red eyes, "It's interesting, maybe they can provide the entertainment we deserve." The figure grinned savagely, looking at a pair of fang teeth as he laughed.

"I don't think there's a decent man among them." Complain of another figure with eyes that are also red, but the difference is, he does not have fangs, but a pair of horns on his head.

The figure that was watching them from earlier smiled, he was seen sitting on a throne that was higher than them. Her blue eyes sparkled, a calm but cruel smile appearing on her beautiful lips.

"Of course we'll play around with them first." The followers who heard his words also grinned savagely, "The queen is really evil if her enemy." An elf with fairies flying around his body was a figure that spoke.

"I wouldn't listen to that from a hypocritical creature like you." The figure with fiery red eyes looked at the elf with a stern look, he licked his canine teeth to provoke the elf.

"Well, a creature whose job is to hide in the castle and blood mukbang is worth saying that?" The substitute elf made fun of the figure who was the vampire, making his neck veins hardened in annoyance, his red eyes getting lit up. "We're not afraid the sun knows, and our food isn't just blood, asshole."

"Both of you, we're in front of the Queen, take care of your attitude." Beware of a middle-aged man in religious ceremonial attire. Surprisingly the man's face looked so pale and even his eye sockets looked empty, leaving behind a pair of black holes.

The annoyed vampire replied to the middle-aged man, "It's none of your business, old man, you better go back to your coffin," The middle-aged man sighed, he held the rosary in his hand to hold back the emotions.

"Enough." The figure of the woman with the mask exuded a menacing aura, the quiet muffled voice of the mask made all the commotion instantly disappear.

The queen who saw it just smiled, "Good work, Rangda," she let out a compliment, Rangda bowed respectfully, "It's an honor for me, Queen."

"I'm glad you guys look excited, but you better not be fighting each other with your comrades, you better get out of here and kill each other in the empty land of this shadowy world." The Queen's voice was very calm, but it made everyone in the room shudder in horror.

"Hamba begs for mercy, Queen." The middle-aged man lowered his head in regret, the Queen waved her hand, "You innocent Cardinal, I mean those two brats who had just made a fuss in this room."

The elf and vampire immediately got down from the chair and kowtowed for mercy, "Rangda will discipline you after this." The two men shrieked in horror, staring at the figure of the woman with the silver mask that was emitting a threatening aura to the two of them.

"You're much older than the Great Chamberlain, but your behavior is still like a child, it looks like your elder picked his deputy wrong." The vampire and elf were still sitting on their knees full of regret and fear.

"You're overreacting, my Queen." On the side of the Queen's throne, a pair of purple-colored eyes seemed to glow. The figure called the Great Chamberlain was a man in his twenties in butler clothes.

The Queen looked at the figure with a smile that looked different from her smile all this time, the figure returned the Queen's smile with a smile that made the Queen's face look excited.

"Let's end our meeting this time." The Queen stood up from her throne and left the room, accompanied by the Great Chamberlain.

"They ... I want to 'that." The vampire said after the Queen came out of the room, "Maybe." The elf chimed.

Suddenly they felt suffocated by an extremely powerful aura.

"You'd better think of yourself." Rangda with her deadly aura approached them.

Shouts of suffering were heard shortly after.