Lord of Ascension: The Birth of Chaos-Chapter 52 Celebrating the 112th Year

Kaelith’s eyes snapped open, his brows furrowed as he pushed himself off the bed. He scanned the room before he sighed deeply, pinched the bridge of his nose before he muttered curses under his breath.

’This domain is more complicated than I thought.’ He had failed to access his domain again. His eyes flicked to the railings of his balcony.

He walked to the exact place he had stood last night his eyes stared beyond the horizon. ’Things are about to get more interesting...’

...

Kaelith walked down the hallway towards the dining room, his hands behind his back. River walked a few steps behind him.

"Do you know why the royals are eating together today?" Kaelith’s voice dripped with irritation.

"No, my prince." River’s voice was meek and low.

"Let’s see what drama they have planned for today," he muttered under his breath.

When they reached the entrance of the door, River hurried forward and pushed the door open.

Kaelith stepped inside the hall, his gaze sweeping through the hall, and he could already see that his so-called family had been seated. The Patriarch had a grim expression on his face.

"Who do you think you are to make everyone wait for you... as if you are higher than the Patriarch himself." Draco’s gaze drifted to the Patriarch, watching his expression. When he saw the Patriarch tighten his jaw... a smirk formed on his lips.

Kaelith ignored his words before he sat down on his chair beside Scarlet, who had covered his injured eye with his hair.

"Emperor. Patriarch." Kaelith said with a curt nod.

Dimitri turned to Agnes. "You see the son you have brought up? He doesn’t have an iota of respect... or is he going to say this time that his neck hurts?"

Agnes remained composed in her seat. "We can’t blame him now, can we? After all, he was poisoned when he was still in my belly. So if he complains of his body hurting, you should understand and cut him some slack."

"Agnes!" Dimitri yelled, his veins popping out from his skin.

"It is Empress," she calmly replied, before meeting his furious gaze.

Dimitri’s eyes narrowed, and his hands trembled slightly from anger.

"You..."

"Enough." The Patriarch’s voice was like a gust of wind. "The Empress is right, we can’t demand too much of him. It is a miracle that he is living... so even if he doesn’t bow to greet us, we can cut him some slack."

Dimitri turned to his father, a tight smile formed on his lips. "You are right, Father." He understood the underlying meaning of his words. It was a threat to him, after all, he was the one who had poisoned him.

The Patriarch turned to Kaelith, his eyes gleaming with unreadable emotions. "You don’t have to bow if your neck is still hurting."

"Sure," Kaelith answered curtly, which earned him a warning gaze from Agnes.

"But isn’t that unfair? Should I not greet too if my neck is hurting..." Before Draco could finish his words, Artherine quickly closed his mouth with a spell.

"Forgive him, he doesn’t know what he is talking about." She bowed to the Patriarch.

The Patriarch hmmmed in disappointment.

Kaelith looked at the dishes on the table: chopped roasted lambs, a full roasted pig at the center of the table with an apple stuffed in its mouth. There were salads and boiled rice.

"Aren’t these too heavy for breakfast?" Scarlet asked, licking his lips.

"Why wouldn’t you think it is too heavy, when you are nothing but a weakling," one of the princes from the other concubines scoffed.

"Ezzo, if you have any brains and if you are studying properly, you will know that food is mundane, and it doesn’t have much effect on whether you are a weakling or a mage," Scarlet said slowly, so his words would sink into his brain.

"Are you now comparing yourself to Grandfather?" Ezzo feigned innocence.

Scarlet turned to the Patriarch. "When it comes to me, even the Patriarch is the same as me."

Gasps echoed from the hall.

"Such audacity!" Dimitri’s voice thundered through the dining room.

"Emperor, I’m not lying. If you insist that I am, then prove me wrong." Scarlet bravely met his father’s gaze.

Before Dimitri could say anything, Kaelith beat him to it. "This is the first time my brother is saying something logical. Mages are powerful when compared to weaklings. But last I checked, they still eat when they are hungry and choke on dry bread like the weaklings. So tell me, where does that divine blood kick in? Before or after supper? And how are they different?"

Kaelith would not say anything, but how could he miss the chance to spite the people who had killed him in his past life?

"Kaelith!"

"Emperor, you should lower your voice. You wouldn’t want us to rush down to the infirmary when your heart fails, would you? After all, your heart is also like that of the weaklings." Kaelith smiled lopsidedly at him.

Dimitri’s face turned red from the suppressed anger. "Empress, you did a very good job raising your sons. Not only did one of them not greet, but they both have the guts to speak about mages like they are nothing to the weaklings."

"Forgive me, Your Majesty, I’ll discipline them..."

A chuckle filled the room, cutting Agnes’s words off. "Agnes, I must say your sons are quite something. They are honest and real. And they are not afraid to go against people who are more powerful than they are."

Kaelith stared at the Patriarch. He noticed how his jaw clenched. ’He is angry with what we have said, but why is he protecting us by praising us? How cunning he is.’

"Very desirable quality for a prince." The Patriarch turned to Dimitri. "I implore you not to punish them. We must not break their spirits," he said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

"Now that you have put it that way... they shall go unpunished." Dimitri’s knuckles whitened from how tightly he was clenching his fists.

Dimitri cleared his throat before he turned to his family. "We are here to celebrate the 112th year of the Patriarch, Reynar Pendragon, known as the demon slayer." Although his voice sounded joyous, his eyes were burning with jealousy and hatred.

Kaelith froze in his seat, his face hardened and his hand clenched into a fist. ’So all of this is to celebrate my death... they dare to celebrate my death!... so this was the day I died, the day the woman I loved the most plunged a knife in my heart. The day I lost the artifact of chaos... and the day I lost my power. The day I died, and it was all because of them... and they are going to celebrate it in my face.’

Kaelith’s eyes burned as he stared at everyone from underneath his eyelashes.

One of the lanterns hung on the wall burst, its shards flying in the air. Before the servants could find out what was wrong with it, the rest followed, bursting one after the other.

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