Dimensional Descent

Chapter 754 - Alexandre the Apex

A silence fell over the courtroom. No one dared to breathe a word. Even Mikael, who should have been gloating, didn't dare to say a thing. In fact, he took a seat, regaining his silence as though nothing had happened.

Their King, Alexandre the Apex, was a man they all feared from the deepest recesses of their heart. When he spoke, the world listened. When he commanded, the world moved. However, sometimes, his inaction was the scariest of all.

It had already been 12 years since Normand's fiancée was snatched from him. In these 12 years, Normand had probably only meant maybe a few weeks of them free, if that.

In that time, he had never been allowed to die, forced to watch as the love of his life became a tool for another man, and a weapon for a King to exercise his authority.

By now, every outburst Normand had was like a plea to have his head lopped off, a hope that one day he would stumble upon a word combination so foul and so pointed that Alexandre would finally have enough and put him to death.

But, each and every time, The King would remain unmoved, passing down a sentence of time without so much as blinking. Then, he would continue about his duties as though absolutely nothing had happened, yet not a single person dared to say a word.

It was as though all of them had been watching a session of torture for over a decade. The seed of fear planted within their hearts only seemed to grow with each passing day, a rational fear of their King being etched onto their souls.

It took a special kind of sick and twisted person to so nonchalantly do what this King of theirs had done, and none of them dared to be the next.

On a whim, their King had destroyed maybe the greatest talent their Kingdom had ever seen in Normand, just for the sake of proving a point and asserting his dominance.

Then, still not satisfied, he continued to torture this young man who had done absolutely nothing wrong simply so that they would never forget just what he was capable of.

shouldn't ever

"Mikael."

"Y-Yes! Your Majesty!"

seemingly made of steel as it didn't bounce even a single time. However, that didn't stop his attempt at keep his arms straight

handled. Do not bother to come back

"Yes!"

dismissed." Alexandre

and left the court room,

truth was that Mikael didn't want this assignment. He had stood out for some brownie points, to get some nobles on his side. However, the rumors of the rebel army

the truth. He felt that he could even crush Leonel with ease if that was all there was to

making moves. Though they had

General and a ragtag group of commoners had defeated them? How could this not

to sow discord within their Kingdom. As such, this rebel army wasn't so simple. They not only had a charismatic leader, but they were receiving support form an enemy even Alexandre

at the very least, he wanted to share the burden with numerous nobles so that he didn't have to take the brunt

another chance to take a dig at the King he hated with all his being, but he

Mikael's lips, his fate was

looked around, but not a single noble dared to look him in the

Quite 'noble' indeed.

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fiery red robes and had a single silver shoulder guard over his left shoulder. It gave him the dignified air of a Warrior King although he hadn't been on a