Demonic Skeleton God-Chapter 38: Undeath Highest Ranking Nobles

Aran suddenly gave Nexosaron a dangerous look. "How dare you speak this way to my king?" He said threateningly.

Nexosaron flinched slightly. "King? It's true that the Prince of Death seems to like him for some reason, but he doesn't even come close to a royal title." Nexosaron whispered.

Aran wanted to charge at Nexosaron, but Flain recalled him back into his soul. Honestly, this Nexosaron was starting to seriously irritate Flain.

A look of surprise appeared on Nexosaron's face as he watched Aran transform into pale blue dust and disappear.

"I have to admit, your Flain is truly unique. I can't explain how he managed to hide his slave." Nexosaron muttered.

"He is my first undead summon and my best one. He has never lost a battle since the beginning." Itai boasted.

"I'd be careful with the word 'strong' because he only has an average amount of magical energy for a Bone Hunter. But his intelligence and the fact that he managed to hide his slave is an anomaly."

"Perhaps he is part of the King of Death's inheritance. Now I understand why you didn't let him be looked down upon." Nexosaron murmured, glancing at Flain.

"Alright, Prince of Death, I will now take you to the palace to claim your inheritance." Nexosaron said, stretching out his hand. In front of them, golden bones appeared and formed into a large golden carriage with a green flame burning at the top.

The three of them boarded the carriage, and it carried them toward the palace. The journey was filled with tense silence, but Nexosaron kept trying to break it by telling various legends about the King of Death.

They arrived at a massive city illuminated by green light. The inhabitants were undead, and their average height was around 2.5 meters. As the carriage passed through the streets, everyone bowed.

Before them stood a black palace. Soon, they reached the grand palace gate, which began opening as they approached.

They entered a vast hall adorned with furniture made mostly of black and gold bones. Green lanterns hung on the walls, casting an eerie glow.

Numerous undead walked through the hall, all of whom turned their gaze toward Nexosaron and immediately bowed. But then, they noticed a human walking beside him, which left them quite puzzled.

"HEY, EVERYONE, LISTEN WELL!!!" Nexosaron shouted.

"THIS IS THE HEIR TO THE UNDEATH REALM AND THE SON OF THE KING OF DEATH!!" He declared, and immediately, the entire palace rushed into the hall.

"I PRESENT TO YOU YOUR NEW KING, PRINCE OF DEATH, ITAI!!" He proclaimed.

A wave of whispers spread through the hall. The palace was mostly filled with high-ranking nobility, generals, and servants. Many of them were displeased with what they had just heard because they did not acknowledge the King of Death.

Many others were pleased, as they saw him as an easy target for manipulation. However, their excitement quickly faded when they realized that Nexosaron would surely stay by his side and warn him about any of their deceitful schemes.

After the proclamation, everyone bowed to the new king, as it was customary. Not kneeling would be considered disrespectful and an act of defiance against the king. Many nobles did not acknowledge Itai, but they didn't want to risk being exiled.

Well, almost everyone. Five individuals remained standing—the highest-ranking nobles.

"I will protect you from death, but I will not stop insults or arguments directed at you. That was your father's command. You must earn respect on your own." Nexosaron whispered.

Itai had no idea what to say. He had just found out that his father was the King of Death, that he had inherited a kingdom, and that he was about to receive his inheritance. It was all too much for him.

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"Well? Is there a problem?" Itai asked.

The hall buzzed with whispers, and the atmosphere was quite energetic.

"King Nexosaron, forgive me, but I will not submit to this new king." The first noble spoke.

He stood 4 meters tall and was incredibly broad. His entire body was clad in armor—black, red, and black again, with horns protruding from his helmet.

Then, the second noble spoke up. "Hmh, this is supposed to be the child of the King of Death? Let me laugh. His magical energy alone makes it obvious—he's only at Stage 1. If he leads the kingdom, it will end in ruin."

This noble was 3 meters tall and dressed in a black suit. His piercing pink eyes gleamed with arrogance, and his face bore a look of utter disdain.

"I agree with Anom. The King of Death was the most powerful being in this world, but you? You're just a pathetic human, unrecognized by any being worthy of respect. Why should we acknowledge someone who couldn't even break the finger of an average soldier?"

He stood approximately 3.7 meters tall, yet his body did not appear solid. On the contrary, his pale gray skin had a semi-transparent consistency, as if he were merely a shadow of what he once was. His long, bony fingers ended in sharp claws, and his eyes glowed with an eerie dark yellow light. A strange symbol was etched into his chest, pulsing with a faint, constant glow. He wore a golden suit.

"This is our new king? Please, Nexosaron, my king, do not do what you have just done." The fourth noble spoke.

This noble looked different from the others. He was neither massive nor towering. At first glance, he appeared to be nothing more than a dried-up skeleton wrapped in black ritual rags, yet something lurked beneath the surface. His hands never stopped moving. Where his face should have been, there was only a black void. Instead of eyes, two blue sparks flickered within his skull, constantly growing and shrinking. In his right hand, he held a curved ritual dagger covered in ever-shifting runes.

"Weakness. That is all I see. What use is a king who relies on another for protection? Your father conquered this world without anyone's help. You? You're just a pathetic child who wandered into a place where he doesn't belong." The last noble spoke.

He was the largest of them all, nearly five meters tall. His body was composed of massive bones bound together by dark, organic matter that seemed to pulse with life of its own. He had four bony arms. His head bore four empty eye sockets, yet from each emanated a faint, blood-red glow. He wore a tight golden chainmail armor, and over his highest shoulders draped a long black cape.

Itai looked at them. He had no idea what to say...