Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 187

Chapter 187

With the loud shout of the knight, about a dozen people walked into the great hall. Among them, the one attracting the most attention was a middle-aged man with black hair and yellow skin.

“Look at the color of his skin…”

“A true noble of the Empire…”

Black hair and eyes, yellow skin was a symbol of the Imperial family. The nobles of the Empire took pride in such distinctive features, which set them apart from the mostly fair-skinned people of the continent, as they believed it indicated a closer blood relation to the Imperial family.

As the murmurs of the ministers grew louder with curiosity, the smile on the face of the middle-aged man, Christian, deepened accordingly.

“I am Christian Molang, an envoy from the Ares Empire, and I’m here to see His Majesty, the King of Grandia.”

Instead of kneeling, the highest form of reverence, he simply bowed at the waist—a typical manner of an Imperial nobleman not showing absolute reverence to a foreign king.

“So, envoy of the Empire, what brings you to our distant lands?”

The King asked, his expression hardened, not exactly pleased by the envoy’s presence or the manner he was addressed. After all, “Your Majesty” was customarily used for a sovereign nation’s ruler in Grandia, not “Your Highness,” which suggested a rank similar to that of an Empire’s vassals.

However, Christian announced, “We may have been delayed, but we bring congratulations on Your Highness’s coronation, as well as gifts sent by our Emperor.” As he motioned, the displeasure on the king’s face melted away at the sight of the items being placed before him.

“The first gift is a rare elixir called Moonlight’s Essence, found in the northern polar region of the Empire, with perhaps one discovery per decade.”

As Christian signaled, a servant came forward with a transparent box containing a potion. The blue liquid within it emitted a holy light, capturing the attention of all those present.

“As some of you may know, consuming a bottle of Moonlight’s Essence can maintain twenty years of youth. It is a treasure of nature that can neither be produced by alchemy nor magic.”

Exclamations of amazement erupted from around the room. The Essence of Moonlight was a treasure that couldn’t be bought with money, even in the Empire. It was a precious gift.

And there was more to come.

“The second gift is an artifact named Elohim, crafted by the most dedicated mages of the Imperial Tower of Magic.”

Another servant placed a box containing a golden necklace.

“This is a 5th-class artifact that enhances metabolism, eases fatigue, clears the mind, and otherwise supports one’s health.”

Educated nobles thought the same. Such an extravagant waste – a 5th-class artifact, typically made by 7th-circle or 7th-class archmages using rare materials, devoted merely to health.

But Logan, the recipient of such a gift, was more concerned with the implications of this artifact’s existence than the waste of resources.

“If they went to the trouble of making this for a gift…” he thought.

The king spoke up, addressing Logan’s unasked question, “It seems that the Empire has a new archmage. Congratulations may be in order.”

The appearance of an archmage was a national treasure but also a potential disaster for neighboring states, as 6th-circle mages were often classified as superhuman.

“Regrettably, that is not the case. Instead, our Empire’s Tower of Magic’s highest-ranking mages have recently completed a vision for crafting artifacts just beneath that level. Hence the gifts,” replied Christian.

Despite the explanation, the king’s mood did not improve. If this was about a vision that could topple the existing artifact crafting formula, it would directly impact national power.

However, a relieved Logan thought, ‘Of course, there’s that.’

The gift implied by Christian was a form of boasting. While such a vision existed, the resources required were immense, making it a forgotten technique within the Empire. In a past life, the Empire abandoned it, supporting Kraune’s mass production of cheaper artifacts.

‘But I’ve already secured Kraune’s research. Even if Clayton fails, the Empire won’t be able to apply it.’

As Logan smiled at the thought, Christian noticed the noble’s uncertainty and introduced a third gift to sway them further.

“The third gift is a diamond so grand it is known as the Eye of the Continent. I trust you have heard of it.”

As a servant removed the cloth veiling a transparent box, a fist-sized blue gem revealed its stunning beauty.

“Is that the gem estimated at 100 million gold?”

“That’s supposed to be a once-in-a-lifetime find. To gift that…”

“How generous of the Emperor…”

Amidst the exclamations, Christian once again bowed respectfully to the king.

“The Emperor hopes for eternal friendship between the Ares Empire and Grandia. He offers this diamond wishing His Highness a long and peaceful reign. We hope it pleases your heart.”

Such fabulous gifts left the king with no choice but to accept.

“We thank you for these precious gifts and wish for a friendly relationship with your nation. However, having received such gifts, we must consider a proper response…”