SSS-Rank Harem Sword: My Lustful Life With Legendary Maidens-Chapter 105: Royal Rumble - Part 2
It had not even been an hour since Adonis arrived at the Palace, but he was already being summoned to the Royal Court.
He smiled with exasperation and followed the maid to the Royal Court alongside Mariana and Claudia.
Inwardly, he stayed alert for any kind of bad situation. But he had full confidence in his ability to get out of any bad situation that arose, whether through brute force or cunning.
The Royal Court of the Fernis Kingdom was grand.
Ministers and high ranking nobles sat in their seats as per their usual routine of discussing internal affairs. But today, they were present to witness the daring commoner who had challenged two kingdoms for love.
To say that interest and excitement were at an all time high would be an understatement.
Buzz!
The moment Adonis entered the Courtroom, a suffocating silence instantly fell over the entire hall. Be it nobles, ministers, or Royal Guards, all froze and turned to look at the entrance.
At first, Adonis appeared to be another pretty face with a handsome appearance.
But the moment he unleashed his Primordial aura, every high ranking Swordmaster’s brows knitted together.
"This aura... it is extraordinary!"
"This boy is no ordinary person!"
"He has the aura of a Dragon. I can smell it."
"Really? A Dragon? But why does he look like one of us?"
"It is not impossible. Noble dragons can transform into human form."
"But if this boy truly has Dragon blood within him, why do they say he is Duke Kingsbane’s son?"
"It is truly confusing. But there is a chance his mother is a... you know what I mean, right?"
The disgusting whispers reached his ears, but Adonis clenched his fist, restraining himself.
Adonis stopped in the middle of the hall, Mariana and Claudia standing to his right and left respectively.
Adonis looked toward the grand Iron Throne where the King sat, while King Magnus stared back at him in equal measure.
King Magnus had a thick beard, appeared to be about forty years old, and carried an aura as vast as an ocean.
Against this high level aura, even Adonis’s aura looked as if it were faltering.
From this alone, it could be said that the King was a powerful individual with mastery of high level Sword Arts.
Provoking him basically meant a death sentence, even for Adonis.
Adonis understood that well.
"Kneel before the King!"
A Royal Knight suddenly barked from the entrance, making sure Adonis and everyone present heard the King’s command.
Everyone expected him to comply. After all, what was wrong with kneeling before their mighty protector? They did this every day.
However, contrary to their expectations, Adonis simply gave a small nod, as if he were barely acknowledging King Magnus’s presence.
Seeing this blatant disrespect, the court erupted:
"How dare he!"
"Does this boy have no sense? No shame?"
"He barely even nodded! Before the King! Before King Magnus himself!"
"Someone drag him to his knees! Where are the guards?"
"Who is this insolent child? Does he have any idea where he is standing?"
"Commoner born and commoner mannered! This is what happens when you let the lowborn through the palace gates!"
The furious voices of nobles drowned the court in chaos. They rose half from their seats with outrage painted across their faces.
Some jabbed fingers in Adonis’s direction. Others turned to their neighbors with scandalized expressions, as if seeking confirmation that they had truly just witnessed what they thought they had witnessed.
The Royal Guards along the walls stiffened, hands moving instinctively toward the hilts of their weapons, eyes cutting toward their commander for direction.
Even some of the more composed senior ministers, men who had spent decades maintaining impassive expressions through political storms and heated debates, could not fully conceal the shock that flashed across their faces.
It was simply unheard of.
In the 30 years of King Magnus’s reign, not a single person who had stood in this hall had failed to kneel. Not visiting dignitaries from rival kingdoms. Not decorated war heroes. Not even the most arrogant of high nobles, who knelt through gritted teeth and wounded pride but knelt nonetheless.
And yet here stood this boy, this young, bloodstained, illegitimate nobody from the outer edges of nobility, giving the King of Fernis nothing more than a casual nod of his head.
This was blatant disrespect. A deliberate insult. An unforgivable breach of the most basic protocol that governed this hall.
At least, that was what they all thought.
But to Adonis, the notion of lowering his head like a spineless mongrel before another man was simply out of the question.
It was not arrogance. It was not ignorance of the consequences. It was something far older and far deeper than either of those things, something that had been forged across two lifetimes and hardened into the very foundation of who he was.
From his past life to this life, he had made a single vow to himself and kept it without exception.
He would not bow before anyone.
Not for power. Not for rank. Not for survival.
Not even in death.
It was not written on paper or sworn before witnesses. It needed neither. It lived behind his golden eyes with the quiet, immovable certainty of a law that predated kingdoms and courts and iron thrones. Anyone who looked closely enough into those eyes in this moment would have seen it there, etched with perfect clarity like words carved into the face of a cliff.
Chaos does not bow. It destroys.
Across the hall, King Magnus sat very calmly upon his Iron Throne.
Internally, something had changed the moment that nod came instead of a kneel. A hot, brief flash of shock. Then something sharper underneath it, anger, quiet and kingly, the kind that did not flare and crackle but burned low and steady like coals.
He was not accustomed to this. In his 30 years of sitting upon this throne he had never once been given cause to grow accustomed to this.
But he was, above all things, a king who had not survived three decades of rule by allowing his emotions to govern his face.
"Adonis Kingsbane."
The name landed like the first stone dropped before a landslide.
"You do not look like your father at all."
Adonis’s eyes narrowed dangerously. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶
"What exactly are you implying, Your Majesty?"
He let the question sit for exactly one breath before continuing,
"That I am not my father’s son? That my mother was a whore?"
Their conversation just started, but the tension already reached an all-time high.
If the King said yes, what would happen in near future wouldn’t just be called a demise.
It would be a Royal Rumble.
