Island God: Going From Level 1 To World Ruler-Chapter 61: The Dog

Within the peninsula kingdom of Meniras, Dorian finally stood before the king.

He was inside a massive hall, one fitting for an emperor. The walls were covered in stained-glass windows, the patterns depicting legendary battles.

Enormous marble pillars gave foundation to the room, reaching over a hundred feet (30 meters) up to the ceiling. In front of each pillar was a tall knight clad in golden armor, with a spear by their side.

A bus length in front of Dorian was the beginning of a series of steps leading up to the king’s platform, where his throne lay.

The throne was large, the back of the seat resembling the tip of a single golden sword.

Behind Dorian were eleven mages, clearly from the Holy Magistrate of the kingdom. They were dozens of feet away from him, glaring at his back with varying expressions of seething hatred in their eyes.

They had confronted the man shortly after hearing the news that one of their fellow magistrate mage’s had been allegedly murdered. Of course, this news was given to them by the five lower mages who had accompanied Rose Cornwell.

They all wanted to fight at first, but Dorian suggested a different option. He requested counsel directly with the king.

The members of the Holy Magistrate were thrown off by this at first. After all, asking to speak with the king after such a horrible action was like asking for death itself.

"The king is no fool." One of the magistrate members muttered to another. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"He is not weak, nor foolish. His judgment shall be even harsher than ours."

"This heathen made a grave mistake coming here, and an even worse mistake by requesting council with our king."

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Dorian ignored all these words for now. He had his hands on his hips, gazing at the king with piercing eyes.

The ruler sat on his throne with a straight posture. He resembled a handsome middle-aged man. His skin was slightly brown, his beard thick and black with lines of white passing through.

He wore a king’s robe on his upper body and golden knight’s armor on his lower. A long red cloak with a fluffy white interior draped over his back, and a large golden crown encrusted in diamonds sat atop his temple.

After a long pause, the king stood from his throne.

The eyes of the eleven court mages suddenly flickered wider with shock.

’He immediately stood?’ A member of the magistrate thought to himself, not expecting this.

’It seems he will take this very seriously... good.’

’Punish this bastard.’

The court mages cursed Dorian in their heads. Of course, Dorian heard each and every word, along with the intention that came along with it.

The left side of his lips twitched slightly with irritation, but he chose to ignore it again for now.

The king furrowed his eyebrows with a stern expression.

"What possessed you to murder a member of the high court within Meniras?" The king said, his tone commanding yet steady. "You think you have the authority to speak to me via request alone? It seems you have misunderstood the customs of this world. I can only assume that you are a Player, since no mere mortal from Fell-Terra would act in such a way against me."

"Sit," Dorian said, his eyelids narrowing as an annoyed look cast over his face. He was tired of taking this the slow way.

’My goal isn’t to destroy the order of this continent... but arrogance is something that I hate.’ Dorian thought to himself.

For a split second, the king furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

’Sit? Did he just tell me, the king, to sit?’ The king thought to himself, perplexed.

The magistrate members were no less starstruck. Just who the hell did this guy think he was?

"Have you lost your mind?" The king replied, "You either are boasting, or are truly a foolish individual--" He couldn’t finish his sentence.

For some reason, his tongue didn’t move the way he wanted it to. Out of nowhere, it began to radiate with pain as well.

He stuck his tongue out in confusion, peering down at it with his eyes. That was when he realized that his tongue had somehow been tied into a knot.

"Uaeee! Aaeee! Uuuee!" The king attempted to speak, but he could only let out weird moans due to his tied tongue.

"What in tarnation!?" A court mage roared.

"He is a trickster!"

"Enough of this nonsense!"

"That’s right!" Dorian’s voice overpowered all others, "The nonsense that I can tolerate has reached its limit!" His words expanded outward like an explosion of force.

His killing intent blasted out from his body and instantly covered the entire hall. Even though nothing had physically changed in the room, the entire chamber felt like it had a bloody tint over it.

At once, all souls within the room except for Dorian felt a mountain fall atop their shoulders.

The king’s eyes widened with shock as his rear plopped down onto the throne like a powerful magnet was pulling him down.

The court mages were in shock, their eyes wide with confusion and fear.

But this was not the end. Rather, it was merely the beginning. Suddenly, one of the magistrates felt a knife slash across his throat.

Blood sprayed out in a gory scene of violence. He screamed at the top of his lungs as he clutched his throat in fear. He fell onto his knees, glancing at his palms, only to realize that there was no blood.

Similarly, the other court mages also dissolved into their own bouts of disarray, delusion, and what seemed like a fear-driven insanity.

The king was frozen with fear. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead as he gulped and faced Dorian with a shallow breath.

’It is taking all my strength just to keep my back straight. It feels like a beast is crushing me this very second... yet there is nothing of the sort. What is this power?’ The king thought to himself.

"Ignorant fucking buffoons." Dorian walked forward, his expression cold, "I gave you all many chances... I was kind at first. But it seems kindness was not the correct path after all." He said, walking up the steps.

The knights guarding the room had already collapsed, their eyes rolling back into their heads as foam surrounded their lips.

The stress and pressure of Dorian’s deathly intent wasn’t something they could withhold for long.

Dorian walked right up to the king’s throne and placed his right leg on one of the armrests. He leaned in, his face mere inches from the king, as a disgusted look appeared on his face.

"You are a dog, understand? A lowly mutt should know its place."