Novel Full Chapter 463 Confrontation Between Royals
Chapter 463 Confrontation Between Royals
463 Confrontation Between Royals
“What’s your relationship with Wittral?” An Officer stared at Amita Brimgan in an interrogation room and asked, his gaze cold.
“I believe I’ve answered this a dozen times by now.” Amita wasn’t in the least flustered. Instead, her gaze was of one filled with authority, “Shouldn’t you be transparent from your side?”
She glared, “What exactly has he done that’s wrong?”
“He supported the Boar King!” The Officer growled as he slammed his fist into the table, “That’s treason to the Empire!”
“We never knew their true identities. The Boar King and his wife were VIP customers at our Tea House.” Amita said, unflinching at the Officer’s outburst, “We merely had a good relationship since they are one of our biggest customers.”
“Do you even know how much Briga they spend every time they show patronage to our establishment?” She then extended her hand and tapped the table before her, “You’re doing your job by interrogating me. As a proud citizen, I am happy to cooperate. But that’s it. I won’t tolerate you trying to sully my husband’s name.”
“He’s not the type to involve himself in the affairs of others, especially since if the other party turned out to be the Boar King.” She glared at the Officer, “If something happens to him, I’ll hold you all accountable.”
“Just what the heck are you talking about?” The Officer glared in rage. “What bullshit are you…”
“It was your department that spread rumours about Wittral across every single city.” Amita said and got up, exuding a powerful presence, “Without verifying anything, you spread falsified information by spinning your own narrative using a single scene.”
Upon seeing Amita get up, the Officer slammed his fist on the table, bellowing, “You think you’ll be allowed to leave our department? Until this investigation concluded, you’re not heading anywhere!”
“I believe I can take things from here.” The door to the interrogation room burst open as Farloon Brimgan sauntered in, his gaze cold as he stared at the Officer, “Do you mind?”
“We have protocols to follow, sir!” The Officer argued, though his tone was weak as compared to before.
“Everyone of importance in Fentan City had a relationship with Yarsha Zahara, considering the position she has and her contribution towards the improvement of cultivation techniques.” Farloon Brimgan said coolly, “We had interacted with her husband many times in the past. But since we never knew the Boar King’s name was Brangara, as he introduced himself as, none of us made the connection. His presence too was that of a Free Human.”
“Are you going to make an inconvenience for the common populace instead of focusing on matters of importance?” Farloon Brimgan glared at the Officer, “Many Royals witnessed Wittral splitting away from Yarsha Zahara. He was making his way to Resnesk City to reunite with Amita after surviving such a disaster. But because of the rumours your department spread, he had to flee.”
“Isn’t the fault entirely with yours?” He applied pressure on the Officer, causing the latter to become meek in response.
“That’s a disgusting attitude to have while exerting your power on an Officer who was simply performing his duty.” A Snarky voice resounded as a Royal walked in and stared at Farloon Brimgan, “You committed a mistake this time. Why can’t you accept it and seek forgiveness from the bereaved families?”
“Finc Brimgan, don’t go overboard.” Farloon Brimgan snorted as he grabbed Amita Brimgan and made their exit, “We’re leaving.”
“You think I’ll allow you to leave?” The Chief of Fentan City’s Bureau of Intelligence and Security, Finc Brimgan snorted as a Spirit Weapon floated into existence beside him, shaped like a drill. Complicated apparatus spun within it, raising the overall speed of the frontal tip.
It was a compound Spirit Weapon developed by the branch family Finc Brimgan belonged to, one sporting superior rotary speed and minimal air resistance, capable of moving silently to puncture through its target.
“Can you afford to?” Farloon Brimgan retorted as a cylinder with internal rotors hovered beside him, generating friction to ionise the air and resulted in the buildup of lightning sparks arching inside, ready to be unleashed at the target.
His branch family wasn’t originally strong in terms of fighting, especially since Farloon Brimgan had given up on that aspect and decided to simply run his auction house and accumulate wealth.
But after he adopted Amita Brimgan as his daughter, he realised that this adopted daughter of his wasn’t simple at all. Not only did she know the Gold Kinesis Art, but despite being aware of it, she didn’t cultivate it.
It was then did Amita Brimgan recount her past—the same story she relayed to the Boar King and Wittral at the Dralh Sea. Farloon Brimgan came to understand the sheer amount of frightening talent possessed by Amita Brimgan.
He then allowed her to use the resources at his disposal, watching in shock as she created a complex blueprint for his Spirit Weapon, allowing his strength to spike by leaps and bounds. In a matter of months, she elevated the strength of Farloon Brimgan and his family by a large extent.
It was to the extent he unhesitantly named her his successor. The Spirit Weapon he had brought out was one such design, shaped like a turbine. It had three variations in total.
The first variant unleashed a powerful thrust of air, fit to be equipped onto land and marine vehicles to travel at breakneck speeds. It could also be used to thwart a target without injuring them too much.
The second variant generated lightning sparks that were strong enough to numb the targets upon contact. The sparks could only gush out for a distance of four metres from the Spirit Weapon, but that was more than enough, given the speed and range of the Spirit Weapon itself.
The final variant generated enough heat to unleash a volatile thrust of air that would burst into flames amidst sonic booms. These shockwaves could be unleashed at varying frequencies, versatile in nature.
It was derived from Fhoong Brimgan’s data. He had used this aspect against the Millingers. His attacks were crescent beams in shape and had a strong cutting force, but the ones modified by Amita unleashed attacks shaped like a cup and focused on blunt force.
Amita Brimgan didn’t go overboard to raise the potency of this Spirit Weapon to the extreme but just created enough to attain her goal. She was satisfied upon being declared the successor of Arlfarah Mansion.
‘Everything’s a mess now. But no matter, I’ll make plans accordingly. I expected things getting to go haywire eventually, but thankfully, it happened this early in the race. I have a decade to adapt to everything and try to find where the entrance will open up now.’ Amita Brimgan thought as she stared at the confrontation between Farloon Brimgan and Finc Brimgan.
“I had gone through our records.” Finc Brimgan said with a raging expression, “The abilities displayed by Wittral are that of a Cooter Clansman. It can only be unleashed using the Mystic Mist Art.”
“Somehow,” He stared at Farloon Brimgan, snapping his finger as his people surrounded the duo, “You’ve succeeded in sheltering a Cooter Clansman. That goes against our Empire’s principles.”
“Capture them both. We’ll label them as traitors of the Empire.” Finc Brimgan said, happy to use this chance to get rid of his competitor. But at his orders, he felt strange to see Farloon Brimgan and Amita Brimgan break into laughter.