43: 43 Who is Qualified to be the Queen

43 Who is Qualified to be the Queen

Alen's pov 1

The heavy wooden door opened slowly, and a cold but powerful voice came from behind.

"Prince Kral, be sensible in the temple."

The gate was wide open. In the dark and empty hall, nine men in white robes and black masks sat around a long black stone table. The glass lamps were placed neatly on the table. Inside the transparent lampshade, the light of the candle takes on a yellowish color, which is reflected on the mask. Everything in the room was shadowy, like a gathering of ghosts.

There are many elders who are qualified to wear white robes, but only the elders who can appear at the round table are the ones who hold real power. Since the death of the last king, His Highness Kral has had little contact with these powerful elders, let alone run the country with them. I don't even know who's behind these masks.

After years in power, they don't care how much chaos they see. They sat quietly, their eyes almost piercing the mask. The pressure was so great that I could hardly lift my head.

"Prince Kral, we have been waiting for you," the voice said again. There was no change in his tone, but a gust of wind appeared in the Dark Hall, so his voice filled the hall with the wind. They had the same masks, the same figures, the same white robes. No one knows who made the sound. And the howling wind seemed to blow from the abyss of Hell. The biting cold irritates every pore of my skin and almost makes me shrink back to resist it.

“Clang.” His Highness' half-red and half-golden eyes gradually recovered in the cold wind. The two soldiers under his strong hands were slowly put down. They fell to the ground and only focused on breathing to ease the pain of the spasms.

"I don't mean to be rude. I haven't been here for so long that some blind guard dared to stop me." Kral resumed his cold manner. His long, narrow eyes gleamed with a cold light under his disheveled hair.

With one hand he smoothed out the loose hair on his forehead, revealing a broad forehead. His eyes swept across the dark hall as if he were surveying his own domain. Ignoring the sitting elder, he went straight to the last empty seat on the Round Table.

This seat which has not been used for many years is a bit cold. A wolf's head, carved in gold, is mounted on the back of the chair. This means that this seat belongs to the king. Kral sat in the chair, looked at all the elders and spoke like a king.

"Here we go."

Kral lifts his chin and looks toward the door. I immediately understood and pushed the door shut. As Kral's most trusted man, this is the first time I've seen a roundtable with my own eyes.

The elders turned their heads to look at each other. After a long while, one of the elders nodded. Then he began to speak.

"Gentlemen, the Round Table has been going on for 100 years. Its purpose is to safeguard the strength and honor of the werewolf. On this table, we have signed important documents, such as a truce with vampires and a peace treaty with mankind. We respect the wishes of the first king, and we should all exchange our ideas equally at this meeting."

The first man on the left stood up. I couldn't see his face, but his voice was clear. I guess he must be under 30. It is surprising that our royal family has such young elders.

"I don't want to hear this crap," Kral interrupted.

The spokesman visibly choked. After a quick glance at one of the elders, he made a decisive point: “I don't think the Prince can marry Delia. I've put my reasons on the paper.”

I went from the door to His Highness. I picked up the papers on my desk and handed them to Kral, then silently observed their movements on the table.

The elders exchanged looks, silently opened the papers in front of them, and then the air became heavier.

As the document was being reviewed, the spokesman continued.

"It is well known that as Lycans, we have abilities far beyond those of the average werewolf. Our noble blood and superior abilities should be protected and lead the werewolves to world domination. We have made great efforts to achieve this goal. Since the first king, we have spared no effort to bring happiness to our people and to make them stronger. Unfortunately, however, the last great king passed away too soon, which is very sad."

The young elder's voice was full of emotion and reason. If it were not for such a serious occasion, I would even applaud him.

He was about to continue talking about the last king when he suddenly felt a dangerous gaze lock onto him. He was startled and paused. He looked around but saw Kral looking down at the documents. He steadied his voice and continued, "It must be clear from the documents, according to our investigation, Delia... She has no wolf, and she is not qualified to be queen."

Although I knew the secret wouldn't be kept for long, I was surprised that the elders knew it so quickly. They must have done a lot of research behind the scenes. I glanced nervously at the silent Kral, who seemed to have expected everything. He looked calm and didn't react to his words.

The young elder glanced around the table and said in a low voice, "I think Catherine is the right person to be queen in order to continue the glory of the royal family."

The already silent air suddenly became heavy, and His Highness Kral's face turned completely cold, and I clasped my hand. The elders in this room are people who have been in power for years. How could they not know the offense of this proposal? For years they had prevented the prince from becoming the new king on the grounds that he must be married in order to take the throne. The prince had always wanted to escape the control of the elders. If the new queen is arranged by the elders, then Kral will never be the true king.

I stared at the speaker and sneered in my heart. Do they really think that Kral is still a reckless teenager?

He has grown strong enough. He will not be easily persuaded by the elders.

Finally, Kral threw the papers on the table, and the paper made a crisp noise on the stone table. He looked at the speaker in the eye and spoke slowly.

"I appreciate your fearless and pure heart, but your papers are meaningless. You're trying to prove that Delia doesn't deserve to be queen just by the fact that she was bullied in the Red Moon pack and some rumors about her. I told you, I chose Delia. She's my mate. I don't care what her life was like before."

Kral slowly raised his eyes to reveal his cold eyes. He said, word for word, "It is up to me who is qualified to be the future queen. No one is qualified except her."

The meeting was deadlocked and nobody moved, like a statue. The candles flickered, and dark shadows fell on the masks of the elders, forming mysterious symbols.

An elder spoke slowly, "Your Highness, according to the royal regulations, the Queen should be tested by the Moon goddess. No matter whether she has a wolf or not, only those who are recognized by the Moon goddess can be recognized as the queen. As for who will be queen, why don't we put Delia and Catherine to the test together? The moon goddess will tell us the answer."

His voice was gentle, as if he were a generous elder, but there was an undeniable tyranny in it.

…………

At night, in an empty corner.

"What was the outcome of the Round Table meeting today?" The man sitting on the high-backed chair had a cold expression on his face, his gaze looking down at the palace in the night. His gaze was simple, but it gave people a chilling feeling.

"As you wish. She is going to the Queen's trials." The young man knelt down on one knee and did not take off his robe. His black mask was set aside casually, revealing a young face.

"You've done well, Lancaster. I'm looking forward to what comes next."

As soon as the mysterious man finished his words, the young man's eyes were filled with amazement. He seemed to be very excited. He could not help but exclaim to the man, “May the Moon goddess bless you, Luo Orison.”

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