Omega's Rebirth-Chapter 391: The Last Report ()

"The elves are truly selfless it is awe inspiring." Kirgan commended with a shake of his head.

"Every race looks after their own interests and the elves are no different. To be concerned for the entire stronghold or other races is the duty of the dragons and not ours." Weinlor replied easily.

Jian was unimpressed by Weinlor’s words and actions once again but he did not let it affect his thoughts on the situation.

The mers had gone back on their given word and brought about these concerns.

"The mers will provide an explanation regarding the situation of the moon shores. The elves can be rest assured, I will not have any party suffer an injustice." Jian replied.

"Very well then, the Dragon King never breaks his given word, my people will be reassured to know our concern will be properly seen to." Weinlor said with a nod.

Weinlor carried on with his reports, it did not take all that long as most of the affairs to be presented were already being handled accordingly.

Jian was beginning to suspect the elves were just laying the ground for an outrageous request that would be presented soon.

And Jian was proven right by Weinlor’s next words.

"Then, with all being said, I will present the most important reason the elven council is here." Weinlor finally got to his last report, this time, he pulled out a scroll and presented it forward with a bow.

Kirgan stepped down from Jian’s side and walked up to Weinlor to receive the scroll before he headed back and handed the scroll to Jian.

"Before the rider’s council, the elven council requests the immediate conviction of Lady Neveah, rider of Lord Menarx of Ruby Scales. We will have her be immediately dismissed and all titles accorded her be renounced!" Weinlor announced.

Menarx’s gaze narrowed slightly, the change in his countenance was immediate at the mention of Neveah and it alarmed the entire council as his gaze fixed on Weinlor turned into one of deadly promise.

"You dare waltz into Dragon Keep and speak the name of my rider? Are you certain you can handle the consequences?" Menarx asked in a chilling cold tone.

"Shall the elven race consider that a threat, Lord Menarx?" Weinlor asked.

Menarx smiled dangerously, taking a step down from the platform.

"Consider it a promise to be collected by the dragons of North’s End." Menarx replied.

Jian opened the scroll and read through it, his brows furrowed into a frown and he handed the scroll to Imagor, the scroll saying much the same as what Weinlor had already said, only that there was a lot more.

A lot more that left a bitter taste on Imagor’s tongue as he read it out loud to the council.

"By elven laws, if the chosen companion of an elven royalty is deemed unsuitable by the elven council, the elven council may invoke their right to dissolve the union and replace the stated companion with a worthy choice."

"It is with that in mind that the council brings with us the betrothal gifts of Lady Lissandre of the Sunfire Elven Tribe as companion for Prince Menarx of the Oakheart Elven Tribe." Imagor read aloud, pausing to pass a wary glance to a fuming Menarx.

"That’s enough, Imagor. I will not hear anymore of it!" Menarx hissed.

Menarx snatched the scroll and ripped it in half, tossing it to the ground. He could barely restrain himself from lunging at Weinlor and had to time his breathing to keep from losing control.

" Lady Lissandre of the Sunfire Tribe has received all required training as a dragon rider from childhood and can immediately adapt to all duties as Lady of Ruby Scales."

"Once Lord Menarx accepts the betrothal gifts, she shall immediately move to Dragon Keep where she will remain as a symbol of the union between our two races." Weinlor carried on with what Imagor had not gotten around to reading.

"Narx... breathe..." Jian thought to Menarx.

"You, your Lady whatever and your entire race can go to hell!" Menarx made clear.

"You may be a dragon lord, but you are still the son of an Elven Princess, Lord Menarx. You may choose to deny it, but you cannot change the elven blood in your veins. And your duties are to the elven race just as it is to the dragons!" Weinlor reminded in a firm tone.

"On what grounds do you make such an unreasonable demand? What exactly are you accusing the Lady Neveah of?" Imagor asked in bafflement.

"Treason." Weinlor stated directly, according the highest accusation in just a single word.

Weinlor’s words sent the entire hall into stunned silence, a silence that only lasted a brief moment before it was broken.

"You must have a death wish!" Menarx snarled, he lunged but was restrained by Cassian who quickly grabbed his arm and kept him from inciting a war.

However, everyone seemed to have missed the fact that Menarx was not the only one who would need to be restrained.

The next moment happened in a flash, Weinlor was lifted off his feet by his throat, his eyes wide and gasping for breath as he gazed down at a furious Dune Lord.

The other elven representatives made to aid their leader but were blocked off by Rodvan.

"Whoever takes another step forward dies...those are my orders Rodvan." Kaideon made clear, not even sparing a glance to the other elves.

"Understood." Rodvan accepted Kaideon’s orders without hesitation.

"I am a representative of the elven council! You cannot treat me like this! Your Grace!" Weinlor croaked out in a struggle, his words only lead to Kaideon tightening his grip.

"And I am the Dune Lord of the Asvarian Stronghold... now I do not care what arrangements you and your miserable council have for your prince but I will have you know that one more slander against my daughter, the heiress of the white dunes and it is war!" Kaideon made clear.