CLEAVER OF SIN Chapter 678: A Change

While Asher was enjoying himself with the villagers inside the Separate Dimension, a grand assembly of all noble households convened within the Wargrave Ducal territory. A vast, circular table dominated a dimly lit chamber, surrounded by representatives from over fifty noble households of the Zarethorne Empire, their seating arrangement reflecting their status and influence, casting a palpable, quiet tension over the room.

Emperor Zolthemir Lux Vanthelmor maintained an air of serene composure. Despite the previous day's events and his recent losses, he exuded the grace and authority befitting his supreme rule. His posture was erect, his expression carefully controlled, revealing none of the inner turmoil he might have felt.

"As you are all aware, this meeting was convened to address the aggressions of the Vandross Empire. We are here to share our perspectives and formulate solutions," the Emperor announced, his voice steady and authoritative as it resonated throughout the chamber.

Baron Rivelle was the first to voice his opinion following the Emperor's statement. "I propose we retaliate. We cannot simply stand by and allow them to trespass into our Empire at their leisure. An attack on not one, but eight noble households simultaneously is an outrageous act," he declared, his tone firm and his anger barely suppressed.

"I concur with Baron Rivelle’s sentiments," Baron Whale added, his demeanor calm as his gaze met Baron Rivelle's. A silent understanding passed between them as they nodded in agreement.

"Baron Rivelle, it is common knowledge that your push for retribution stems from your household being directly affected this time. Fifty years ago, when the Velkarin Empire made a similar move against us, I recall you advocating for caution to prevent an all-out war," a noble Count interjected from the side, his eyes fixed on Baron Rivelle. "Has your perspective shifted over the years? Are you no longer championing peace?" The final words were delivered with a distinct edge of mockery.

"I find myself leaning towards the Count's perspective. Baron Rivelle, while the near-loss of your children is regrettable, they are, thankfully, still alive. Despite the significant loss of knights in the battle, I believe the Emperor intended to offer compensation for your losses at this meeting's conclusion. With such remuneration, you can undoubtedly recruit new personnel. The Zarethorne Empire certainly does not lack for talent or individuals eager to serve noble households as knights," a Viscount offered, presenting his viewpoint as if it were irrefutable logic.

Another Baron, whose family had also suffered an attack from the Vandross Empire, slammed his fist on the table. "Has our Empire become so feeble that we resort to endless meetings? We should be launching an assault this very moment," he exclaimed, his voice low but charged with palpable anger.

Azaron, who had remained silent until this point, finally broke his silence. "Baron Shane, while I acknowledge your frustration, I must request that you and everyone else refrain from striking my table. It is a personal gift from my wife," he stated, his golden eyes briefly meeting Baron Shane's, his tone perfectly calm.

Upon hearing Azaron's words, Baron Shane's anger momentarily subsided, and he cleared his throat awkwardly. "My apologies, Duke Azaron."

Azaron offered a simple nod and said no more. To him, this gathering was a tedious waste of time. Despite their noble standing, he understood that once the lower nobility concluded their bickering, the ultimate decisions would rest with the Marquises, Dukes, and the Emperor, given their substantially greater political power and military might.

Consequently, minutes ticked by as the lower-ranking nobles engaged in their back-and-forth disputes, their voices rising and falling, while the Marquises and those of higher rank observed passively. It was akin to parents watching children squabble over trivial matters, already knowing that the final verdict would not rest with them.

After a short interval, Duchess Syvrein Stormveil finally spoke. "This meeting is proving unproductive," she announced, her words instantly silencing all arguments and drawing every gaze towards her. "I propose we attack, and the Stormveil family shall lead the vanguard," she declared in a regal tone.

"What prompts this sudden initiative from the Stormveil family, Duchess Syvrein Stormveil?" Duke Mauvrek Ravencroft inquired, his expression one of thoughtful contemplation as he sought to understand her rationale.

Duchess Syvrein turned her attention to Duke Mauvrek and responded, "It is nothing of great consequence. Our family possesses the ability to manipulate blood, and it has been some time since we've shed any. It is time we reconnect with our innate nature," she explained with an air of indifference, as if discussing an everyday matter.

Despite her nonchalant delivery, the assembled nobles could vividly imagine the horrifying cascade of blood that would ensue should the Stormveil family truly mobilize, the mere implication of which was enough to unsettle even the most seasoned among them.