Silva had a feeling that Quin had sothing special in him. In fact, Silva had begun to think that there was sothing in his parents' history that would explain this.
Lia was a talented mage; she could cast the most sophisticated spells at such a young age. Aside from that, she had a legacy—and a high-level one at that.
Even though Mike and Quin weren't born with legacies, they were talented—more talented than the people you would see around, and even more talented than people with basic legacies.
It was really unusual for Silva's parents to give birth to all talented kids. Silva was not directly related by blood, leaving his three siblings, and all of them were talented.
He made a ntal note to look into the family history and see where his siblings were getting their genes from.
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After waiting for a while, the device to broadcast to the whole of Aragon was prepared. Lily walked through a portal with one of the devices. It looked like a tal cube with a button on it.
Silva pressed the button, and the cube opened up into segnts and spread out like a screen. It began projecting from the screen, covering a wide distance.
Silva smiled when he saw this. It was exactly what he needed to broadcast to the people of Aragon.
"Alright, this is what we need to make the king break. Get it around the capital of Aragon; in one hour, we will start the broadcast," Silva said.
Lily nodded. She pressed the button on the back of the screen, and it returned to being a cube. She took it and walked into a portal.
After she left, Silva walked into the do and got ready to blackmail the hell out of the king.
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Lily flew around the capital of Aragon without anyone knowing or detecting her. She mounted the cubes, floating and facing the capital.
When she was done, she made a connection through mana that would allow her to link to all the cubes. When she finished, she contacted Silva.
"Everything is set up; you can begin the broadcast," Lily said.
"Alright," Silva responded, and then he activated his crystal.
Imdiately, all around the capital, the projection of Silva appeared.
The king sat on his throne, and the projection ca into the castle. He thought it was the usual discussion again.
But then a guard ran into the throne room. "My king, the whole capital—everyone in the capital can see it!"
The king stood from his throne, dashed out of the room, and headed for the balcony. He got there and saw the projections.
His blood boiled, his veins bulged and throbbed, and he squeezed the balcony railing, breaking it.
[Hello everyone, I am Silva Terron, the first king of the Dark Dragon Kingdom and a demon king candidate.
We are your neighbors. However, your king didn't welco us on good terms and decided to attack us with not just a force of two thousand soldiers, but also a wyvern army of a hundred. Sadly, all mbers of the wyvern army have died in battle. About one thousand soldiers remain after the battle.
We have asked the king for sothing in return for your children, fathers, and brothers. We have offered a reasonable thod by which so of you can have peace of mind.
As for the bodies of the lost, we have kept them, and we will be returning them so you can bury them. Sadly, your king has refused to allow that to happen.
He has chosen to refuse an amicable resolution. He chose a little object above the lives of all those people that could have been saved.
What sort of king does that? He throws away the lives of all the n who swore their lives to the kingdom. He chose to throw those lives away.
They have families, friends, dreams, and futures, yet he has decided to let them die.
I am an enemy king, and so I will have to kill all of them now because they are my enemies. All one thousand of them—and you will watch them die one by one.
Don't bla , don't bla my kingdom, because this is war, and in war, people will die.
Bla your king for not valuing the lives of the people he sent out to war. It's sad that you all have to see this, but it must be done.] Silva said.
He imdiately charged into the town and started massacring. Everyone he saw, he slashed his blade through.
He totaled over three hundred n before he stopped. The entire capital—young and old—was forced to watch this grueso scene.
Parents covered their children's eyes; many people vomited, and so simply passed out.
When he finished, he faced the crystal again. [So of you may now hate and see as a demon, but think about it well.
Who was the one that caused all this? Who was the one that allowed all your n to fall into this situation?
It was your king—the person you allowed to rule you. I will stop for now, but if, in thirty minutes, your king does not give us what we want, the remaining n will die, and all the bodies will be destroyed.
There will be no body for you to bury, no body to mourn—only hate and anger in your hearts. So the ball is in your king's court.]
Silva disconnected. He turned around and saw Lily waiting for him. Discover exclusive tales on m,v l'e-
"A demon is not a bad enough na to categorize what you are. You are simply a devil. To make them all redirect their hate from you to the king with just so words—that is the work of a devil," Lily said.
"Well, we have to do what we can to get what we want. I don't want to destroy his kingdom; I can't handle another kingdom for now.
But I want to make him a loyal dog that needs to survive. So I will break him and make sure he licks my shoes," Silva said.
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