Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

Chapter 391 Not Worthy?

"Fiona, I hope you're not trying to stop the ascension of the Rightful Heir," Faction Leader Hog said, his tone icy as his piercing glare bore into her.

Fiona responded with a gracious smile, though her displeasure simmered beneath the surface.

"Ah, why would I do that, Protector? We're simply here to verify and address any doubts about our Emperor. After all, the position of Emperor is not a place for... children," she said, her words laced with veiled mockery, clearly targeting Aengus's youth.

Bella, unable to hold back, snorted derisively. "Hmph hmph, Are you calling my husband a kid? Speak plainly, old woman. Your pretty words can't hide your ugly nature from us."

Her voice, loud and fiery, resonated through the gathering, drawing immediate displeasure from the members of the Ruling Faction.

However, as their eyes fell on Bella's enchanting face and striking figure, their expressions shifted. Fascination and lust flickered across their gazes, their disdain temporarily replaced by unbridled admiration.

Aengus's voice rang out sharply, filled with commanding authority: "Shut Your Eyes!"

The effect was instantaneous. Even the most powerful individuals present instinctively obeyed, their eyes snapping shut as though their very will had been stripped from them.

Myria's brows furrowed in disbelief. Even World Dominators had succumbed to his order without a trace of resistance. But No energy, no aura of a known Law was behind his command. And yet, its effect was undeniable.

"Just what mysterious power had he used?"

She couldn't help but feel a growing sense of curiosity—and unease. How was he capable of such effortless control of domination? What power lay hidden within this so-called Heir?

Fiona and Vansing grew increasingly displeased as they tried and failed to break the mysterious hold Aengus had over the crowd. Even the five Nebula Dominators standing behind Fiona, renowned for their mastery of Laws, were unable to undo what they suspected to be a "curse."

The were shocked. This power was unlike anything they had encountered before. It was complex, foreign, and seemingly outside the known Laws of existence.

Aengus's voice cut through the tense atmosphere, firm and commanding. "Leave it. You won't be able to undo their condition unless I allow it. Now tell me—what must I do to take command of the Empire? Shall I wage war, or will you surrender peacefully?"

His bluntness made Vansing, Fiona, and their allies bristle with indignation. Their faces betrayed their growing frustration at the lack of honorifics and respect shown by the so-called Heir.

"Were all the previous chosen Emperors as unruly and disrespectful as this one?" they thought darkly.

Myria stepped forward, her voice icy. "There will be no war in this Empire. It's already vulnerable as it is. An internal war would only make things worse."

Bella smirked, her gaze lingering on Myria's cold expression. "Smart girl," she remarked, her tone playful.

Myria ignored the jab, continued, "First, show us the Emperor's Mark. Then, we can discuss the next steps."

Aengus turned his attention to Myria, intrigued by her calm yet assertive demeanor. "Is that so?" He raised his left hand, revealing the Emperor's Mark—a radiant and undeniable symbol of his rightful claim. "Here, take a look. My claim is backed by none other than your Grandfather, Emperor Dimitri himself. He personally chose me for this position and also entrusted me with a message for his wife, Fiona, and her child."

The room fell silent as Aengus's words lingered in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning.

"But sadly," Aengus added, his tone turning icy toward Fiona, "I am late. And now, I am greatly disappointed by what I see—especially by his beloved wife."

Vansing's eyes narrowed, feeling faint curiosity about his cheap father.

Fiona's eyes flickered briefly, betraying a moment of panic. "You spout too much nonsense, young man. My husband has been dead for centuries. When and where did you supposedly meet him? Did you converse with his ghost?"

She spoke calmly, but her fingers moved in subtle gestures, secretly communicating with the five men behind her.

Meanwhile, Myria and others examined the Emperor's Mark, verifying its authenticity. They found no flaw, no indication of deceit.

Yet the mention of Emperor Dimitri stirred a mix of emotions—curiosity, suspicion, and unease. His mysterious disappearance centuries ago remained one of the Empire's greatest enigmas.

And now Aengus's claim threatened to unravel secrets they had long buried.

"Did you really meet my grandfather in person? Where and how? Is he still alive?" Myria asked earnestly.

"No, he's dead. But he was alive when I met him—barely. He was on death's door, actually. Do you want to hear how I met him and what he told me?" Aengus asked in a devilish tone.

Fiona stepped between them just in time.

"Stop listening to him, Myria. Your grandfather died at the hands of his enemies and was lost in the Chaotic Spacetime Flow. His very friends confirmed it. There's nothing more to it," she stated firmly.

Myria became suspicious at her grandmother's sudden loss of composure. The same was true for Vansing.

"Why is she not even a little curious about her own husband?"

The questions gnawed at Myria. "What really caused Emperor Dimitri's disappearance? Was he truly that cruel and uncaring toward his family?"

Aengus shrugged, unwilling to interfere in their internal affairs too much at that moment.

"Fiona, if you're finished, can we now get to the real point? How do you intend to hand over power to the rightful heir? We simply need to ensure the rightful heir ascends the Imperial Throne. That is our duty as the Five Protectors," Faction Leader Hog demanded.

"Yes, yes. Tell us. Do you think he is unworthy of the throne because of his young age?" another protector asked.

Fiona regained her composure and nodded.

"Yes, Protector Kirin, your guess is correct. We think he is not yet worthy of the throne. While we have no issue with the legitimacy of his claim, we believe his ascension should be delayed. A while longer would benefit the empire, we think," she stated calmly. Explore more stories at empire

"Oh? Is that what the heads of Law Enforcers Authority think as well?" Hog asked, glancing at the Five Nebula Dominators standing behind Empress Fiona.

The Five Law Enforcers nodded lightly.

"Yes. We, the heads of the Law Enforcer Authority, believe the heir is currently weak," one of them said nonchalantly. "He cannot handle the pressure right now. He needs time to grow. Perhaps, one day, when he is truly worthy and strong, he can claim the throne. Surely, he can wait till then, can't he?"