Death Guns In Another World

Chapter 1163 - 1080: Saekoʼs 2nd brother

Narrow braziers enclosing each of the fourteen sandstone columns light up the entire throne hall and bathe it in an orange glow. The unadorned stones on the embowed ceiling dance in the flickering light while memorials and statues look down upon the oaken floor of this royal hall.

A malachite rug splits the entire room in half from the doors to the throne while burgee banners with burnished ornaments are on the walls. Between each banner hangs a small luster, all but a few have been lit and in turn, illuminate the mosaics of divine beings below them.

Wide windows are enclosed by curtains colored the same malachite as the banners. The curtains have been adorned with decorating tips and intricate embroidery.

A grand throne of stone sits beneath two overlooking statues of legendary beasts and is adjoined by four equally lavish seats for the royal highnessʼ direct family.

The throne is covered in intricate engravings and fixed on each of the slim ears is a carved symbolic emblem. The soft pillows are a light malachite and these too have been adorned with adorned needlework.

Those awaiting to be heard by their royal highness can do so on the countless decorated, but somewhat uncomfortable iron benches, all of which are diagonally facing the throne. Those of higher standing can instead take a seat in the extravagant mezzanines facing the benches below.

And standing before such a grand throne was the emperor of the Far East Empire, Saekoʼs father, the emperor Michael Itsuki Ren.

He was walking to and fro, with his expression seeming as if he was in deep thought while at the same time expecting someoneʼs arrival.

ʼʼLetʼs see how much I have progressed before he comes.ʼʼ His expression was that of anger when he talked about him. But this quickly disappeared after checking his status.

『[Micheal Itsuki Ren]

Rank 15 [Demigod]

Level 180

Class: Magic Swordsman

Age: 116

Male

Race: Human

Experience Value: ????

Magic Power: 8000/8000

Magic: Wind/Lightning

Attack: 6600

Defense: 6100

Agility: 5700

Intelligence: 3300

Luck: 3100

BP: 0

SP: 0

Gift: Enomaru

Skills: [Negation Level 8] [Hand to Hand Combat Level 7] [Presence Detection Level 10] [Wind Art Level 7] [Lightning Art Level 10] [Imperial Swordsmanship Level 10] [Sword Art Level 10]

Special Abilities: [Lightning Domain] [Lightning Wings] [Wind Zone]

Titles: [Hard Worker ] [The Awakened] [The Diligent] [Blessed] [Slaughterer]

ʼʼNot bad but I better work hard before that girl catches up to me.ʼʼ He said with a smile almost as if he was looking forward to that day quickly coming, there is a certain joy in imagining this.

However, this joy vanished when he felt someoneʼs presence.

Soon enough, a gentle voice filled with respect traveled to Michaelʼs ears, ”Royal father, you asked for me?”

Michael slowly moved his eyes toward the large door and saw Itsuki Jr Ren coming in with a smile and respectfully bowing before him. His second son.

Michael crinkled his eyes as he scrutinized him from top to bottom. Itsuki Jr still didnʼt lift his head and maintained a calm expression. Still, inwardly he was trembling, feeling his fatherʼs gaze penetrate right through his bones.

”Hmph, still level 139, not even Demigod yet? What have you been up to since I told you to go into dungeons and only come back after you become Demigod? Wasting your time by playing around instead of focusing on level up right?”

Michael questioned as his gaze tightened.

Itsuki Jrʼs heart quivered from hearing his fatherʼs biting tone and didnʼt even feel as if he had enough strength to lift his head. His heart tightened, especially when he felt no love from his tone.

However, he still replied in a tone as calm as possible with his head still down.

”Forgive me, Royal Father...I—”

”Come here, you useless thing! Why are you hiding your face like a coward?”

Michael roared, seeing his son still standing with his head down.

The way he talked to Itsuki Jr was quite a contrast to how he usually talked with Saeko or to the crown prince, which was no less than that of a loving father.

The throne hall seemed to shake along with his roar and jolted Itsuki Jrʼs body sending a shiver down his spine.

The calm expression Itsuki Jr had before was already twisted into one of fear and apprehension. How could he keep up his calm expression in front of such a supreme existence that looked down upon every living being in the empire?