The Conqueror from a Dying Kingdom: Volume 7 [Parts 1 to 10] by Fudeorca

Author:Fudeorca
Language: eng
Format: epub

II

Half of the house was occupied by a single room containing a large elliptical table with chairs positioned around it. The table was made from a type of wood I’d never seen in Shiyalta. Many years of use had left the thick varnish on its surface marred by dark stains. It was likely a piece with a rich history that had been made somewhere further south.

“I see a familiar face.”

I entered and approached Jula Lacramanus. There was an old grudge between the two of us. I’d heard that she was now head of her family, but it hadn’t occurred to me that I’d find her here.

The arrogant expression she usually wore was gone now. She was so consumed by fear that I could hear her teeth chattering.

I stopped near her chair and softly touched her thin neck from behind.

Her shoulders twitched powerfully. “Eeeek!”

I looked over at the old woman sitting at the opposite side of the table. “Luida Gudinveil. I didn’t think I’d see you here either.”

Luida looked at me without a hint of amusement in her eyes. “Yes, I came along.”

“Were you conspiring with the others? It changes things if you were.”

“No. I came here hoping for some entertainment. I’m just visiting.”

I guess she doesn’t matter.

“We’re short on seats,” I said.

“I believe there’s one in the next room,” Myalo replied from her position near the entrance.

I walked around the table and opened the door to the other room. It was dark inside because there weren’t any lamps.

As I was looking around for one one, Henrique—who’d come along with Tillet—knelt down before me and offered up a lamp in an overblown gesture. I didn’t feel like thanking her, so I accepted it wordlessly.

Now that there was light, I found that the other room was a strange place full of bookshelves and display cases. It was a veritable cabinet of curiosities. I couldn’t tell what most of the objects inside the room’s glass cases were. One held a broach with a gemstone, while the case next to it contained a dirty necklace apparently made from a chain of flimsy iron pieces. It must’ve had some historical value to be worth putting on display.

There was also a chair to sit on while admiring the items. I picked it up with one hand and returned to the main room.

On reentering, I headed to the top of the table.

“Move aside,” I told Keagul Cursefit, who I recognized as the woman from that morning.

The woman to her left or right would have to move too, but Sharun Charleville on her left looked very old, and I couldn’t be bothered to wait for her.

“Come on. Move along,” I said to Vivila Marmoset, who was sitting in the most conspicuous place at the head of the table.

“You can’t order—”

I grabbed the back of Vivila’s head and slammed it hard into the table. It felt like I’d just smashed an overripe piece of fruit.

“Is that some old witch belief? You think knights like me can’t harm you? Maybe it was true once, but things changed ten days ago.

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