I Died and Became a Noble's Heir

Chapter 664: Sariel Nyctelios [Golden Ticket - Bonus]

”Then we don’t arrest him,” Fauna said, her voice carrying bitter resignation. ”We contain him. We restrict his movement. We...”

”Third: Faye Vesper,” Leandros interrupted, his voice cutting through hers like a blade through silk. ”A Chosen One of divine standing, operating under the explicit blessing of Zephyros himself. She has bound herself to Jack with a public declaration. She has positioned herself as his protector. And her power level is such that she can move faster than our guards can track, strike with force that our warriors cannot match, and do all of this while maintaining the moral high ground because she’s technically defending her destined partner.”

The weight of the analysis settled across the vault like a thick fog.

Gale’s hands clenched and unclenched repeatedly, his frustration manifesting as physical violence directed at the table itself.

Fauna’s breathing became shallow, her voluptuous chest rising and falling with increasing intensity. Orion looked toward Caspian with a scowl. He was moments away from causing physical harm to Caspian.

And through it all, at the head of the table, Sariel Nyctelios sat in absolute, dead silence.

He had not spoken since the meeting began. He had not participated in the blame, fear, or the desperate grasping for solutions.

He sat patiently, his ancient Elven features composed in serenity, his hands folded before him on the dark iron table.

His seat at the head of the Council was held by strict virtue of his ancient, untouchable noble lineage. A position that had been his family’s for millennia. Not once had their reign been challenged.

But the truth that resided behind his serene expression was far more sinister than any of the panicking politicians in the vault could have comprehended.

Sariel Nyctelios belonged to another group.

A secretive, rogue organization that assassinates people based on its own agenda. They had sent operatives across continents to eliminate him, who had maintained a vendetta against the Kaiser line for decades.

He had been planted here years ago, embedded so deeply into the Elven political structure that his infiltration had become invisible.

And the terrified, bickering politicians surrounding him were nothing more than short-sighted, panicked tools.

Useful only as long as they served The Council’s larger purposes.

Sariel raised his hand slowly and tapped his finger once against the dark iron table.

The sound was not loud. There was nothing physically violent about the gesture. But the sheer weight of his hidden power.

The reserves of strength and authority that he kept concealed manifested in that single tap with such absolute clarity that every other consciousness in the vault instantaneously recognized a superior force.

Gale’s mouth closed mid-sentence. Fauna’s pacing ceased. Orion’s fist, which had been moving toward Caspian’s face with violent intent, dropped to his side.

The vault fell silent as every Council member recognized that someone far more dangerous than they had just asserted complete dominance.

”Enough,” Sariel said, his voice carrying the kind of quiet certainty that transcended volume. ”Your panic is unproductive. Your blame is irrelevant. And your attempts to solve this through conventional political schemes are precisely why you will all fail.”

He rose from his seat slowly. His ancient Elven features remained serene, but his eyes conveyed a cold clarity.

”You are all attempting to arrest Jack Kaiser,” Sariel continued, moving toward the center of the vault. ”You are all attempting to frame him, to execute him, to eliminate him through legal mechanisms and political pressure. This is a flawed strategy.”

He paused, allowing his gaze to sweep across each assembled Council member.

”Jack Kaiser is now an honored guest at the palace. A Chosen One of divine standing backs him. He is supported by an Orc military delegation that has signed shamanic oaths to his protection. And he is under the observation of the Dragon King himself. You cannot touch him directly without destroying yourselves.”

Leandros’s ancient eyes narrowed slightly, the only indication that he understood what Sariel was suggesting.

”What do you propose?” the old Council member asked carefully.

”We make Caeloria inherently lethal to Jack Kaiser,” Sariel replied, his tone carrying absolute certainty. ”Not through our direct action. Through forces that transcend our ability to control or be held responsible for.”

He moved to a specific point on the vault’s wall and placed his hand against the obsidian surface.

”The kingdom’s outer defense vectors are currently focused on conventional threats,” Sariel said. ”Border security against human invasion. Protection against minor draconic incursions. Standard military concerns. But they are entirely unprepared for a coordinated draconic brigade assault.”

Fauna’s voluptuous frame stiffened. Her breasts rose sharply as she drew in a sudden breath.

”You’re suggesting we summon wild dragons to the capital,” she whispered, her voice carrying the kind of horror that came from understanding the implications of what was being proposed.

”Not summon,” Sariel corrected, his voice remaining perfectly calm. ”Lure. Engineer the circumstances that will draw a wild, hostile brigade of dragons to Caeloria’s borders. A natural disaster, from the kingdom’s perspective. An act of circumstance beyond anyone’s control.”

Chara Sideris’s sharp features twisted in response. She was simultaneously understanding and rejecting what was being proposed.

”The destruction would be catastrophic,” she said. ”Entire city blocks would be leveled. Thousands of civilian casualties. The palace itself would be at risk...”

”Yes,” Sariel interrupted, his tone brooking no further discussion. ”That is the point. A crisis so severe that Jack’s pride, his absolute certainty that he is capable of handling any threat, is challenged. Will force him out into the open to confront the dragons directly. He will leave the palace. He will leave the protection of Faye Vesper’s immediate presence.”

Sariel reoriented himself to address the assembled Council members, his demeanor reflecting a profound sense of tranquility. This was the composed assurance of an individual operating with a superior level of comprehension, rendering political considerations almost trivial.

”And in the wilderness,” Sariel said, ”Jack Kaiser will face forces that even his pride cannot overcome. The dragons will overwhelm him. The chaos will consume him. And his destruction will have nothing to do with us. The Council’s hands will be completely clean.”

Orion Anake opened his mouth to protest, then closed it. The understanding of what Sariel was proposing. The sheer magnitude of the manipulation, the layers of misdirection, the absolute certainty with which he articulated the plan silenced him.

”And most importantly, this will weaken King Maelor’s assurance with the people. Leaving a larger gap for Queen Morvana to have the throne, and force King Maelor out of power.”

Sariel paused, letting his words sink in.

”You will all leave this vault and return to your normal duties,” Sariel continued, his voice carrying the weight of someone issuing orders that would not be questioned.

”You will prepare the mechanisms for luring the wild dragons. You will coordinate with your contacts in the kingdom’s defense sector. And you will do this with absolute discretion.”

He paused, his ancient eyes fixing on each Council member in sequence.

”And when Jack Kaiser is consumed by forces beyond our control, when the kingdom mourns the loss of an honored guest to natural disaster, you will all maintain perfect political composure. You will suggest new defensive strategies. You will recommend improvements to the kingdom’s protection mechanisms. You will be the concerned, reasonable voices calling for reform in the aftermath of tragedy.”

Sariel’s expression shifted fractionally, the only indication that the discussion had concluded.

”The three absent members of this Council have chosen their allegiance,” he said quietly. ”They will not be invited to future sessions. Their seats will remain empty until they publicly renounce their connection to King Maelor. Is this understood?”

The affirmations came quietly, almost reluctantly. But they came.

One by one, the Council members filed out of the vault, their expressions grim, their movements synchronized as they had all accepted a reality they could not challenge.

Gale Ashwood left first, his massive frame moving with the kind of reluctant agreement that came from recognizing superior force.

Fauna Meridan followed, her voluptuous body seeming diminished by the weight of what had been proposed.

Leandros, Orion, and Chara departed in sequence, their ancient eyes carrying the burden of understanding what they had just been made complicit in.

Caspian attempted to rise, but Sariel’s gaze fixed on him with such absolute intensity that the terrified Council member remained seated, his trembling hands pressed against the dark iron table.