The Snake God with SSS Rank Evolution System-Chapter 190: Legal Consequences

Valdris’s violet-blue eyes narrowed at Adam’s dismissive response, a muscle twitching in his jaw. His voice, when it came, was controlled—the practiced calm of someone used to commanding respect.

"I am Prince Valdris Cromewell, second prince of the Solarian Kingdom." He straightened despite his disheveled state, despite the blood and grime staining his fine clothes. "And you are standing in my castle, speaking to me as if I were a common servant."

Adam’s expression didn’t change. "Okay." He glanced pointedly at Seraphina, who was barely conscious, her breathing shallow and rapid. "And? My friend is dying here. So if you don’t mind—"

"I do mind." Valdris’s voice sharpened, cutting through Adam’s dismissal. "You need to watch your tone, monster. In this kingdom, we do not tolerate creatures like you."

Adam paused. Slowly, deliberately, he turned to face the prince fully. His crimson eyes held no warmth—only a cold, patient danger that made even Reinfort’s hand drift toward his sword.

"You’re right," Adam said flatly. "I don’t want to be here either. But your people saw fit to capture Elise and drag her to this place. So here I am." He took a step toward Valdris, and the prince’s guards tensed. "Let me make this clear: if you try to stop me from helping my friends one more time, I will kill you. Understand?"

Valdris’s eyes widened slightly. His hand moved toward the Light Core on his chest—but it flickered weakly, still depleted from the battle. His jaw tightened.

"That’s a bold threat, monster." His voice was controlled, but a tremor ran beneath it. "Do you have any idea what it means to threaten a prince of Solaria? You’re not just challenging me—you’re challenging an entire kingdom."

Before Adam could respond, the sound of pounding boots echoed from the corridor.

The squad burst into the room—Reimos at the lead, his sword drawn, his dark eyes sweeping the chaos with professional assessment. Aldric flanked him, his earnest face pale with shock at the destruction. Lyra stumbled in behind them, her staff glowing as she took in the scene with wide eyes. Nei moved to cover their flank, his sharp gaze cataloging every detail.

And Gill—disheveled, exhausted, and utterly out of place was shoved through the doorway by the soldier behind him.

Gill’s grey eyes swept the room. He took in Seraphina’s collapsed form, Elise’s motionless body in Ignis’s grasp, the towering figure of Adam with his crimson eyes and horned silhouette. A faint, sardonic smile touched his lips despite everything.

’Well,’ he thought, adjusting his glasses with a trembling hand. ’This is certainly more interesting than I expected.’

Reimos took in the scene in an instant—the devastation, the bodies, the unconscious princess, the missing arm of the knight who had fought so desperately. His sword, already drawn, remained steady in his grip.

"What the hell happened here?" His voice was rough, demanding. "Where is Commander Reinfort?"

Reinfort, still leaning against the wall where Gill had left him, raised a hand weakly. "I’m here, Captain Reimon."

Reimos’s eyes found him, widening slightly at the old knight’s condition. "Commander—!"

"We’ll talk later." Reinfort’s voice was weak but steady. "For now, we have... complications."

All eyes turned to Adam.

The draconic figure stood at the center of the room, his posture relaxed but his crimson eyes blazing with barely contained impatience. He looked at the new arrivals, then back at Valdris.

"More interruptions?" His voice was flat, dangerous. "I’m running out of patience."

Lyra’s staff pulsed as her magical senses extended toward Adam. Her eyes widened, her face paling.

"This... this presence..." She stumbled back a step, her grip on her staff tightening. "What IS he? That’s not human—it’s not even close to human!"

Nei’s sharp eyes narrowed. "Captain, that thing is dangerous. Extremely dangerous. His aura alone—I’ve never felt anything like it."

Aldric’s sword came up, his face pale but determined. "Stand down, monster! You’re surrounded!"

Adam’s eyes swept over them—the soldiers, the mages, the trembling scholar. Then his gaze returned to Valdris.

"You have one minute to decide." His voice was calm, utterly unconcerned by the weapons aimed at him. "Either let me walk out of here with my friends, or we find out how many of you I have to kill to make that happen." A cold smile touched his lips. "Your choice."

Adam’s cold smile widened slightly as Valdris’s jaw tightened, the prince’s pride warring with survival instinct. Adam’s voice cut through the tension, casual and almost mocking.

"Good boy."

Valdris’s face flushed crimson. His hand clenched into a fist, his violet-blue eyes blazing with fury. "You—!"

"Your Highness!" Reinfort’s voice cut through, sharp despite his weakness. The old knight pushed himself upright, leaning heavily against the wall, his weathered face set in lines of urgent warning. "Please, allow me."

Valdris’s jaw worked, but he forced himself to remain silent—for now.

Reinfort met Adam’s crimson gaze directly, his voice calm but carrying the weight of authority.

"Before you leave, there is something we must discuss." He gestured weakly toward Elise’s unconscious form. "Princess Elise cannot simply be taken from this place. There are... legal matters to address. The destruction she and her companions have caused—"

"Bullshit." Adam’s voice was flat, dismissive. "You started this. If your people hadn’t dragged her here, none of this would have happened." He gestured at the ruined room, the bodies, the chaos. "This is on you. Not her."

Valdris couldn’t contain himself any longer. He stepped forward, his voice rising with indignant fury.

"This is far from simple, monster! Princess Elise entered Solarian territory without authorization—a direct violation of our sovereignty! She traveled with creatures like you—man-eating monsters and allowed them to roam freely through our kingdom!" His violet-blue eyes blazed. "These are serious crimes, even for a foreign princess. You cannot simply walk away and pretend none of this happened!"

Adam’s expression flickered. For just a moment, something complicated passed through his crimson eyes—a flash of understanding, perhaps, or reluctant acknowledgment. His gaze drifted to Elise’s pale, unconscious face.

’Elise...’ His internal voice was heavy with exasperation. ’You really have brought a lot of trouble.’

"Wait a moment."

All eyes turned to Gill, who had stepped forward from the crowd of soldiers. His grey eyes gleamed behind those ever-present glasses, and despite his disheveled state, despite the sweat and exhaustion, he looked almost... amused.

Reinfort’s eyes narrowed. "You. Stay out of this."

Gill held up a placating hand, his expression innocent. "I’m not interfering. Just... clarifying." He glanced at Valdris, then at Adam, then back at Reinfort. "If we’re assigning blame here, it seems to me this is a two-sided affair."

Reimos’s voice cut through, sharp with suspicion. "That’s an unfounded accusation. The prince has done nothing wrong."

Gill’s eyebrows rose. "Nothing wrong? He had a foreign princess imprisoned and collared like an animal. Her knight was thrown into a death cell and left to starve." His voice remained calm, reasonable, but his grey eyes held a cold edge. "That’s not justice. That’s cruelty. And it’s absolutely a crime by any reasonable standard."

Valdris’s face flushed with renewed anger. "I treated the princess with every courtesy! She was given a comfortable room, food, care—"

"With a collar around her neck." Gill’s voice was flat. "Forgive me if I don’t consider that ’hospitality.’"

"And you!" Valdris’s finger shot out, pointing at Gill with barely contained fury. "You dare defend these monsters? They threaten human lives! They kill without remorse!"

Gill sighed, adjusting his glasses with a theatrical flourish. "I’m not defending anyone. I’m simply observing that both sides have valid grievances." He glanced at Adam and shrugged. "This particular monster hasn’t tried to kill anyone since I’ve been in this room. That’s more than I can say for some humans I’ve met."

Valdris’s mouth opened, then closed. His fist clenched at his side.

Adam watched the exchange with a flicker of genuine interest crossing his features. His crimson eyes studied Gill—the disheveled scholar, the sharp grey eyes, the absolute lack of fear despite everything.

’Who is this guy?’ he wondered. ’He talks like he owns the room.’

Valdris’s violet-blue eyes blazed with indignation, his composure finally cracking under the weight of Adam’s threat and Gill’s relentless logic. He jabbed a finger toward Adam, his voice rising with barely contained fury.

"You see?! You all witnessed it! This monster just threatened to kill me! A direct threat against the life of a Solarian prince!" He spun to face his soldiers, his expression demanding agreement. "That alone is grounds for immediate execution! He should be cut down where he stands!"

The soldiers shifted uneasily, their weapons still raised but their eyes flickering between their prince and the terrifying horned figure.

Gill sighed, the sound carrying the weight of infinite patience stretched thin. He adjusted his glasses with a theatrical flourish, his grey eyes fixed on Valdris with an expression of mild disappointment.

"Your Highness, I believe you’re allowing your emotions to cloud your judgment." His voice was calm, reasonable—the tone of someone explaining basic facts to a particularly stubborn child. "This... ’monster’ as you call him just saved all our lives. He destroyed the Lich that was about to kill everyone in this room. Perhaps we could extend him the courtesy of not threatening to execute him five minutes later?"

Reinfort pushed himself upright, leaning heavily against the cracked wall. His weathered face was pale with blood loss, but his eyes held a sharp focus that belied his condition.

"Gill raises an interesting point," he said slowly, his voice rough but steady. "But let’s not pretend this changes the fundamental situation. Princess Elise entered Solarian territory without authorization. She traveled with non-humans who have killed Solarian citizens. Those are serious violations, regardless of what happened here today."

Gill nodded thoughtfully, as if considering a particularly complex puzzle. "True. True. The princess did break your laws. There’s no denying that." He spread his hands, palms up, in a gesture of reasonableness. "But let’s consider the full picture, shall we? Your response to those violations was to imprison a foreign princess—an act of diplomatic aggression that could easily be interpreted as a declaration of hostility toward Melium."

He paused, letting the weight of his words settle over the room.

"Now, I’m no legal expert," Gill continued, his voice taking on a deceptively modest tone, "but I’m fairly certain that threatening the life of a foreign princess carries rather... significant consequences. Diplomatic consequences. Economic consequences. Possibly military consequences." He tilted his head, his grey eyes glinting behind those gleaming glasses. "Melium may not be Solaria’s equal in military might, but they have allies. Trade partners. Friends in high places. And they would have every right to demand answers if their princess had died in your custody."

Valdris’s face went pale. His mouth opened, then closed, then opened again—no words emerging.

Gill’s lips curved into a faint, satisfied smile. "I thought that might give you pause."

Adam watched the exchange with growing interest, his crimson eyes fixed on the disheveled scholar who had somehow taken control of the room without raising a weapon or lifting his voice. A faint smile tugged at his lips.

’This guy... he’s good. Really good.’

Reimos stepped forward, his dark eyes fixed on Gill with renewed suspicion. "You speak as if you’re impartial, but you’re clearly trying to manipulate the situation. What’s your angle, criminal?"

Gill’s expression didn’t flicker. "My angle is survival, Captain. I have a contract with Commander Reinfort that guarantees my freedom. If this situation escalates into a diplomatic crisis or worse, a war—that contract becomes worthless." He adjusted his glasses. "I’m simply trying to ensure everyone leaves this room alive and with their reputations intact."