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The more Nerghui listened to Vaironis, the more she regretted that they had come for peaceful negotiations rather than for his head.
“One more word, and my sword will find its way to his neck.”
Not wanting to worsen the situation, Richard extended his hand towards his subordinates and said one single word: “Enough!” Then he turned to the king.
“King of Vaironia, Vaironis the Seventh of that name, the Order of Watchers needs his Majesty’s cooperation in unraveling the matter related to the death of the imperial emissary. The Emperor never started a war with kingdoms without good reason, but he is unlikely to tolerate the death of his subject, who arrived in your kingdom on a peaceful mission. In order to avoid a bloody war, which will bring death and suffering to the inhabitants of all nine kingdoms, the Emperor’s sword must be returned to its rightful owner, and the murderer of the emissary must be found and brought to justice. In order to compensate for the loss of the weapon, which is now in your possession, I have brought a gift on behalf of the Order, which, in my opinion, should be a satisfactory replacement.” The Grand Master freed the item from the cloth and immediately drew the blade from its scabbard. At that moment, a long sword was revealed to everyone. In its design, it resembled a one-handed sword, but nevertheless, its length was too great to be classified as such. The blade was a dark shade, emanating night, death, and infinity. Just one look at this weapon was mesmerizing and made one think about suicide. “This is ‘Peace,’ the only known weapon wielded by your ancestor while in mortal form. I offer it as a gift in exchange for cooperation, Your Majesty.”
Vaironis’s eyes lit up. Richard was glad that he had managed to interest the king, but with the next unexpected movement, the mad king drew his sword and beheaded the Grand Master with a single blow.
After that, everything began to happen too quickly and chaotically. The First Watcher, Hartmann, entered into a fight with the king. The two Vaironian dragons were in no hurry to attack anyone, nor did they interfere in the king’s duel, but Mark, who tried to help Hartmann, was mercilessly killed by one of them, pierced through the chest with a spear. The cowardly Andy shrieked and ran away. The remaining Watchers had little choice: run, hide, or fight.