In the grand City Hall of Feline Cat City, a meeting was underway. The City itself was a true marvel of architecture and design, reflecting the grandeur and elegance befitting a gathering of such significance. The reason for the meeting was a call from Oberon’s son, Felix Feline, who had summoned all the influential clan leaders to discuss an important matter.
The walls of the hall were adorned with intricate tapestries, depicting scenes from the city’s rich history. Colorful banners, representing each clan, hung from the rafters, adding a vibrant touch to the majestic setting. The hall was bathed in a warm, golden glow, courtesy of the meticulously crafted chandeliers that hung from the ceiling.
At the center of the hall stood a raised platform, and upon it sat a magnificent throne. The throne, the symbol of authority, was a masterpiece in itself. Carved from the finest wood and embellished with precious gems, it exuded an aura of power and regality. Adorned with plush velvet cushions, it provided a comfortable seat for the Strongest Being of the Feline Cat City, the esteemed City Lord, Oberon Feline.
Oberon’s throne was strategically positioned, allowing him to command a clear view of the entire hall. The high backrest of the throne was intricately sculpted with motifs inspired by Feline Cat City’s cultural heritage. A golden crest, representing the Feline lineage, was prominently displayed at its pinnacle, emphasizing the lineage and authority of the City Lord.
As Oberon sat upon his throne, he emanated an air of authority and grace.
Then, he glanced at his son with a dignified look on his face and,
“We have all assembled here in response to your urgent request. What is the pressing matter that compelled you to call for this gathering in this manner?”
Oberon questioned.
Felix, who was sitting on his chair sat up, then, with an urgent look on his face, he started,
“As much as I am thankful for you all being here despite there being any prescheduled meeting, please allow me to skip all the formalities because of the urgency of this matter.”
After a slight bow to all the Clan representatives, Felix glanced at his father and then,
“My Sister, Rune Feline, is dead.”
He reported.
Oberon narrowed his eyes, demanding more explanation.
“And the one who killed her,
Was me.”
Felix spoke and all the Clan representatives present in the meeting widened their eyes and gasped in shock.
“…”
Oberon didn’t say anything, however, with how he was glaring at Felix, Felix knew that if he didn’t explain himself any sooner, he would die.
“Rune was collaborating with Skythorn Falcon City.”
Felix reported.
*Gasps*
Another wave of gasps followed through.
“What bullshit!”
A Catkin spoke up.
He was Merlin Finclaw, a Saint Stage Cultivator and the Leader of Nightshade Clan, a clan that supported Rune.
“You killed your own sister and dare to spout this bullshit to cover for yourself!? The Galls!” Merlin shouted.
He knew Rune well, there was no way she would ever involve herself with the Skythorn Falcon City.
“That is correct. There is no reason for Lady Rune to do something so foolish! Stop spouting lies right through your teeth and take responsibility for your crimes!”
Jasper Saga, another Saint Stage Cultivator and the Leader of Moonclaw Clan spoke up as well.
There were nine Clan Leaders that attended the meeting, and 5 out of these 9 supported Rune. There was no way they were going to believe something like this!
Heck, let alone the Clan Leaders that supported Rune, even the Clan Leaders who were on Felix’s side were having a hard time believing this. All of them were unusually silent since Felix never discussed it with them.
The Clan Leaders that supported Rune continued to bash Felix, the situation got so worse that Oberon had to jump in,
“Silence.”
He spoke.
In a moment, the entire hall, which was in chaos turned silent. The Clan Leaders who supported Rune had many things to say, however, in front of Oberon, there was nothing they could do.
Of course, this doesn’t mean they were planning on letting this go.
And Oberon, who knew this glanced at Felix and spoke up.
“I am sure you are not foolish enough to say this without anything to back up your claims, right?”
Although his tone seemed calm, everyone in the room could sense the underlying threat behind those words.
Felix could as well, however, he didn’t back down,
“Of course not.”
He replied.
“You can come out now.”
Felix spoke as he glanced at the entrance of the Hall. Everyone turned around and their eyes widened in surprise when they saw a familiar man walking in.
The 5 Clan Leaders who supported Rune were shocked to see the man who was walking in, they had countless guesses in their minds about who this ‘help’ Felix called would be, however, they never expected this ‘help’ to be this man.
Rune’s husband, Aragorn Feline.
“Why is he here…?”
Merlin muttered with a shocked look on his face. Other Clan Leaders had similar reactions.
“I am sure I do not have to introduce this man.
Everything happened 12 days ago, by coincidence, I saw Rune talking with a cloaked figure. When the two separated, I decided to follow the cloaked figure and soon realized that it was a Falconkin.
I was surprised, even though I and my sister were fighting over the successor’s position, at best, we were rivals, not enemies.
Or…
That was what I thought.
Sister Rune, however, seemed to have entirely different plans.
I wanted to know why she was meeting a Falconkin knowing full well that our relations with them were… strained.
In the end, I decided to secretly contact the person closest to Sister Rune, her husband, Lord Aragorn.
At first, Lord Aragorn, of course, dismissed my words, not believing in me and of course, even I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw what I saw and desperately wanted to believe that it was a misunderstanding. That was also the part reason why I contacted Lord Aragorn.
To convince him, I even signed a contract.”
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