The Conquerors Path Chapter 992 - 990-Good Taste.

"Apologies for keeping you waiting; things have been chaotic everywhere."

A man addressed me upon entering the waiting room. This moment arrives the day after my intense threesome involving Eira and Luminara. The encounter proved entertaining, yet with urgent tasks demanding attention, I shifted focus to the forthcoming vital endeavor. I outlined their upcoming instructions and further responsibilities before proceeding to this location.

Numerous schemes are unfolding gradually within my enterprise. Selecting elves to lead stems precisely from their extended lifespans, which prove invaluable for forging enduring legacies and overseeing operations, even absent pursuits of greater power.

Furthermore, elves stand as the wealthiest race, excelling in commerce, finances, and myriad related aspects. This synergy influenced my earlier decision to appoint them. Although I now possess higher authorities and broader choices, I intend to retain their services. Their performance has impressed, and I aim to sustain that excellence.

The following day, once relations solidified through essential guidance and preparations, I proceeded straight here—to the central hub overseeing the war council. Goodness, the scene resembled utter turmoil, with everyone scrambling amid crises, underscoring the widespread busyness.

Merely a day after the disruptions I unleashed, signs emerged of the war council plunging into intense operations. Public and blatant humiliation struck them on a grand scale. After all, I had exposed their core, revealing rampant corruption at the heart, proving they slumbered while disaster loomed. Indeed, they slumbered deeply.

Consequently, accusations, troubles, and blame poured down relentlessly, sparking a comprehensive internal investigation. Each member faced stringent evaluations, strategies, and gatherings. Massive assemblies occurred, and to demonstrate resilience to the world, fresh policies rolled out swiftly.

The episode loomed massive for everyone, engulfed in scorching controversies and dilemmas, all demanding resolution, placing immense strain on the war council. Amid this storm, the instigator lurked disguised in the waiting area. I assure you, countless influential war council figures yearn for my demise.

Should they capture me, death would follow without delay. Yet here I sit, positioned right in the midst of it all within the waiting room. Athena fretted endlessly, truly distressed. She nearly stormed over to accompany me. I scarcely prevented her, though that hardly eases her anxiety back home.

Only my vow to reach out immediately upon completion, coupled with a deadline for her intervention if needed, allowed my departure. Not without her thrusting potent defensive artifacts upon me, which I considered refusing but accepted to grant her reassurance.

My presence here boils down to arranging a straightforward encounter with a prominent war council faction head. Under ordinary circumstances, securing such an audience lies beyond my reach, but circumstances shifted, granting approval since the war council seeks to maintain favor with DarkNight.

As prime architects and disseminators of intelligence, plus stewards of covert gossip networks, the war council craves this informational backing to swiftly reclaim their stature. An additional motive lingers, concealed from view.

The enigma of "Rex" crashed in like a comet, shattering their premier prodigy—a rarity among millions—and vanished. Zero traces surfaced about me. Efforts to unearth details intensified, yet yielded nothing, heightening caution and, oddly, intensifying their pursuit.

Fresh humiliation from Austin Lionheart dawned on them, alongside realization that taming him proves far trickier than anticipated. That single power showcase established an unprecedented benchmark, implanting lingering doubts they crave to resolve.

Do I possess additional stones?

Those stones granting draconic might—do more exist in my arsenal?

Absent resolution, they must cower and evade my fury, lest I unleash a desperate gambit wreaking havoc. Retaliation would follow for me, with defenses erected against such chaos.

Still, the dread persists undiminished. Hence, they seek fresh allies. They require a new emblem to parade globally as their ultimate champion—a formidable genius radiating dominance, poised to overshadow Austin Lionheart.

In this desperate hunt for such a figure, presenting myself tempts like succulent bait before ravenous predators. They cannot resist snapping at it, probing its worth despite suspicions of hidden toxins.

Therefore, DarkNight's outreach, specifying "me," prompted swift acceptance from the targeted member. I arrived here, now lingering in the waiting room for summons. Thirty minutes past the scheduled time, this fellow finally appears to escort me.

I grinned at the delay, noting the room's solitary design for one occupant, where opulence barely captures the splendor—gold accents abound, a grand chandelier overhead, ideal climate, lavish refreshments, and beyond. Thus, I voiced no protest in reply.

"No worries, I get how overwhelming situations can turn."

With those words, I rose, offering the man a warm smile before inquiring.

"Lead on?"

"Certainly, right this way."

He responded, guiding me from the chamber. Beyond lay an expansive, awe-inspiring expanse bustling with diverse beings mingling freely. The passage I traversed served as a key nexus for war council affiliates.

Akin to a shared hub.

Ever courteous, he navigated me through the area into a linked corridor, shielded by barriers he promptly deactivated via clearance, stepping inside as I trailed. Figures of note and authority hurried about, while adjacent portals along the passage saw constant traffic.

"Most discussions occur in shielded chambers blocking teleportation. Madam Belzebeth prefers her private conference space for your chat. Quite the privilege."

"I’m deeply honored."

I replied smilingly to my guide, as we approached a hallway door bearing a striking red bat emblem, which he unlocked. Upon parting, a radiant gateway materialized; he gestured toward it, bowing deferentially aside. I returned the gesture and stepped through.

Senses tingling briefly, I emerged via another entrance, greeted by a waiting woman. This vampire featured ashen skin, crimson eyes, and a sleek black bob haircut. Appearing in her thirties, she donned a professional secretary attire. As I materialized, she opened her mouth to greet but halted abruptly, as if thunderstruck.

"Gulp..."

The sound escaped her throat.