The Woman Ruler of the Altan Clan

Chapter 32 the Clan Elders

Khan is in the city of Och. The city of the witches of the Altan Clan. He was summoned back to Och by one of the clan elders, Turgen wanted to meet him. It was the man who made her have to part with Shanum.

Sitting beside Turgen, on the pulpit of the large marble and gold hall of the building where the elders gathered, Khan frowned with a flood of gazes, nervousness, and curiosity of the elders to him. The elders were seated in a circle in the room. There were five elders in this clan.

Squinting his eyes, Khan observed Turgen and the others. His body stiffened, his feelings agitated. There was something wrong with these elders. As he remembered for hundreds of years he had never made trouble with them and vice versa.

The man named Otgon stood up from his seat, raised his hand in greeting, and opened the meeting. Khan was in a trial with them. The Khan's gaze swept over Otgon and Ganzo who were sitting beside Otgon. Otgon continued to keep his information on the Klan territory. However Ganzo looked different, the man lowered his small head, grazing from under his eyebrows. There was not a single smile on his face.

In the language of the clan, the apparition, the head bowing, the unblinking eyes glaring sharply was a challenge. Khan replied that unconsciously, his blood as if welcoming Ganzo. It's like a timeless, simple instinct, when a tiger comes face to face with another big tiger entering the same territory. Not a personal matter, just to assert his manhood and power, the inner man grinned inwardly.

"The Great." Samar-samar Khan heard himself called. Khan returned his concentration to the man. All the elders watched him. "Yes." Yeah."

"Welcome, Great One," said Otgon. "I hope this call is for something really important. Because you have disrupted my very busy schedule" Khan said without further ado. Turgen shook his head, his mouth forming a wry smile. "You're not as patient as ever, Great One. I'm sure you'll be able to control the turmoil that's been going on lately, which is keeping you so busy."

Otgon smiled faintly then continued his report after Turgen finished his remark to Khan. "I want to convey that we received the insistence from the clan nobles about your companion. And we've agreed to make a competition." Otgon paused for a moment while revealing his smile.

"The candidates must certainly be in accordance with your taste. Whoever excels in the competition and becomes the winner, then that woman will be your queen. Em, so now please tell me what kind of woman you want?" Otgon did not know if the words and questions were not happy Khan.

Khan's eyes were empty, his face was blank. And yet...

The elders shouted, their instincts taking over as Khan's strength exploded throughout the room.

Window vibrating.

Shattered furniture flew.

In one breath, the meeting room was still intact.

The next breath, the room was smashed apart, absorbing a thin shell.

Everyone put up a shield with their own strength. But Khan's power was terrible, some of the elders still received the impact. There was blood coming out of his nose, and his mouth. The lightest one felt his ears ringing loudly and the eyes twitching.

Khan was gasping, his breath was almost like running a marathon.

The entire elder trembled, trembling violently to the point that someone thought his bones would shave like the furniture earlier. But Turgen immediately responded, forcing himself to hold Khan's hand and look at him.

Turgen. He saw there was anger, despair, hurt, and fear on that face. All overlapping over the whole body of Khan. Around Turgen there were no splinters scattered, as he was indeed stronger than the other elders. Turgen is capable of making a strong protector.

Khan immediately shook off Turgen's hand, shortly after he was able to gain control of himself. He stepped back. But Turgen still steadily stepped towards Khan, penetrating that invisible protector. Turgen retreated when he hit something solid.

"Great One" he called. He stepped again, and the line held him back. "Great one, please," whispered Turgen. Khan didn't realize that the line, the protection was his magic. Protection, not only mentally, but also physically. Khan was stunned, because he just knew he could bring up the magic.

"Khan," Turgen growled for the third time while saying his name was not his title. Turgen thrust his hand at what looked like a wall and was invisible, from the hardened air. "We can talk about this all right, Khan." He's still trying to get Khan's attention.

Khan took his breath, closed his eyes, and the protector opened. His face looked cold when all the elders could see him. "I don't want to hear any more of your nonsense about the match-finding competition for me. Because I have found my own soul mate. So don't interfere" Khan exclaimed.

The man then stepped over the debris towards the exit of the meeting room. "Is your soul mate a woman named Shanum?" asked Ganzo in a loud voice. Khan stopped stepping, he turned his head towards the man. Khan looked smirked. "If so, why?"

"Currently, he doesn't fit in with you. He's too. So can't be your companion as the queen of the Altan Clan." A disdainful look was seen on the man's face. Khan was immediately in front of Ganzo's face, and Otgon was bearded to see him. "Shut your mouth!" khan said, clenching his fists to smash the man in the face. Khan's fist was suddenly restrained by Turgen.

"You should all get out of this room. Go back to your respective places. I'll speak four eyes to the Great." Turgen gave an eye signal to all the elders. They then bowed their heads in a sign of respect, with the exception of Ganzo. The man just glared then walked out of the room without saying goodbye at all. The others one by one came out without being able to cover their faces of curiosity.

Turgen shook his head. "I'm sorry about that guy. He was arrogant like that long ago." "I should have finished him a long time ago, too" Khan exasperated. "And make a damned war that will never end" Turgen said. "I don't care even if his family has a strong fighting force. If he bullies me, I'll surely retaliate."

Turgen looked at Khan with a sharp look. "Are you more concerned with yourself than your people? You can see your people are miserable because of the war." Khan fell silent. He can't answer it. "Alright we might be able to talk about this at my place. Are you ready? Or do you want us to go to your residence" asked Turgen. Khan seemed to think of both the good and the bad he went to the man's house. Eventually he relented, Khan's instincts guiding him. He trusted the man. Among the elders, he was the most impartial and wise. "Okay, we're going to your place."

The brown roof of the Turgen house looks ordinary. The model, the walls of the house, the windows, the door is also like a house in general. With a long hooded robe covering the head, and his fingers - a typical uniform of the elders. Turgen led the way to climb onto the porch of the house. He stood before the big door of the house. Behind him waited for Khan with an indecipherable cold face as usual.

The door opened, and a round-faced and friendly servant named Thorik smiled politely at Turgen. He allowed them to enter. The inside of the house looks very luxurious and elegant. The pale marble looks warm in even the coldest of seasons. Wall coating paper is also different for each room. Looks in line with the color of the furniture in the room.

Turgen asked Khan to walk through the hallways of the house. They entered a room that was a Turgen workspace, seeing the presence of a large work desk and wide-back chairs that are very comfortable to use, while working for hours.

Turgen got up from his seat and walked over, until less than a foot from the decorative carpet that lay between them. Only when Khan returned his gaze did he say, "I'll show you."

Khan knew what he meant, then readied himself, blocking another voice heard in the room. Instantly, he was in the vestibule of his mind, the pouch of his memories Turgen had chosen for him to see.

A dazzling light flowed into Khan, soft and resounding from within his mind. Vague Khan started to see the look of the face. Then many more emerged, until it became a whole unit.

"Tell me how you elders are taking responsibility for the rules that have been in place for centuries. You let the Great have no companion. We can't take it. You must act, otherwise we will take over" said Zadgad, one of the influential nobles in Och.

"*We will try to talk to the Great. Because as we all know the last time we betrothed the Great there was betrayal until his own father was killed. I'm not sure this time he'll follow our advice." Turgen explained wisely to Zadgad.

"If he refuses, you have to force him. Or he would have to hand over the leadership of this clan to his cousin. The written rules about marriage already govern that." Zadgad raised his chin, looking at the elders in his haughty style*.

Done it. Khan opened his eyes. He felt a little dizzy, the magic penetrating the mind was indeed depleting the energy. "You'd better drink the potion soon, Khan." Turgen thrust out a small glass of red liquid. The potion can restore the lost energy. Khan took the glass and then immediately gulped it in one gulp.

Turgen looked at Khan's face. He was waiting for the reaction from the man. Khan cleared his throat, his face looking increasingly cold. "There will be no matchmaking." Khan gave Turgen a flat look while shrugging his shoulders. "Just try and keep pushing me. Then I'll fight."

"How arrogant." Turgen shook his head. Khan squinted his eyes. "What do you mean by that?" hisses. "I said you were arrogant, Khan. Are you being stupid now, too, not being able to understand what I mean?" Turgen began to lose his temper in the face of Khan.

"Who are you? Why is the Khan I know so smart so pathetic like this?" turgen asked with a contemptuous smile. Khan swears, "Damn." The man gritted his teeth looking furious. "There's no need for puzzles, Turgen. Say it!" Khan stared intently at the man.

"If you already have a candidate, why don't you just woo the girl to enter the competition. There's no harm in him trying. Who chose the participants is also you, not us." Turgen smiled smirk.

Khan exhaled while massaging his forehead. "It's not that easy as Turgen" Khan said. "Why not? He is a descendant of the Batbayar Clan. Has great magic, and most importantly you're interested in it."

Khan flabbergasted. He watched Turgen long enough for the man to laugh in amusement at Khan's stunned face. "How do you know... ?" Turgen still chuckled amusedly while holding his stomach. "She is beautiful, the Great. You should be crazy about him, '" sage Turgen.

Khan's face paled. His golden brown eyes shone a sign of understanding. "Surprise, when you opened your mind. You've infiltrated my mind, too." Khan clenched his hand. His face remained cold unreadable.

Turgen who saw Khan's cold and stiff face, started laughing nervously. Turgen was not afraid to fight Khan. But they are friends, no friends hurt each other. And Turgen didn't want to hurt the guy.

"I'm sorry, Khan. I'm just curious about this amazing girl who can already melt the ice wall in the heart of a Great Khan Adrian." Turgen's face looked clear and felt guilty. "What makes me wonder, why would he want you?" murmuring Turgen.

Khan laughed in surprise. "Damn you Turgen. What kind of question is that? How can you doubt my good looks." He looked at Turgen's face and looked up again. Laughs real, opens up and makes his face glow. Seeing Khan's laughter, Turgen's turn was stunned in disbelief. Mouth gaping. No one has ever seen Khan laugh for centuries.

Turgen is still gawking. "Hey, Turgen..." Khan waved his palm in front of the man's face. Turgen then regained his senses, he cleared his throat. The man looked at Khan with a deep look. "What's up, Turgen?" Turgen shook his head. "I want to see this girl soon" Turgen said.

"For what?" khan asked while frowning. "I want to kiss her hand and thank her. Because he has returned my best friend to his true self" Turgen replied with a smile. Khan swerving. "Oh, don't try. You dare touch that girl, don't expect to see tomorrow."

Turgen clapped his hands. "Wow, it's getting interesting. It turns out that now you can also be possessive, Great One." Khan grunting. "Don't make fun of me, Turgen. I just don't like anyone approaching my girl."

"When that's the case, why do you still doubt? Hadn't he entered the competition and succeeded, he could have been yours, forever," Turgen said. His hands trembled, as if he was feeling an inner upheaval at Turgen's request. Khan's face was murky, he was thinking hard to choose words that could be spoken and acceptable to his best friend.

Khan said raucously, "I can't lock him up or force him to stay because of this competition. He comes from another country, has a family there that loves him. I don't want to increase the burden by choosing. He already has a lot of unsolved problems."

Khan exhaled. His eyes stared blankly. "And if he had to enter this competition, wouldn't I be selfish. I impose my will, even though I want to. I always wanted him by my side" he continued. Khan looked up, looking at Turgen.

"Have you asked him? What does he want?" ask Turgen. Khan has no answer. He doesn't know. Because he hasn't asked Shanum. "And what do you really want from this girl, Khan?" ask Turgen again.

"Don't let you make her a showgirl that only sticks to you, and you can't let go of your life from the past."

Turgen's words really struck his heart. Did he really do that to Shanum? Is it true that he still cannot let go of the past? Khan felt he had already left his past behind, as he began to take an interest in Shanum.

Khan raised his face, his hard, determined eyes staring at Turgen. "You're right, I have to ask him." Turgen laughing. "I'd guess. You don't know what this girl wants. If he really likes you, he will definitely agree to the competition. And that Ganzo rambling thing, you don't need to think about it. I'll take care of it."

Khan smiled faintly at Turgen's long words. He knew it was time to move forward. It was time, he told Shanum about his wish.

It will be difficult for sure, and Khan is afraid because it might be hard to deal with, but he wants to try it with Shanum. Trying to establish a more serious relationship. Khan wanted to be with him, fight for him, and make him happy.