Fated to My Brother in-law, The Lycan King のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 201 - チャプター 210

**** Kingdom of Kuragari ****"Because I can be useful," Rowan repliedThe masked person leaned in, "How exactly?""We both want to see the end of the Lycans. I can help with that.""Really? Do you really?" Do you think I'd believe that?"Even though Rowan was as still as a statue, a sweat broke out on his forehead. "I have my quest, yes, I know, but that doesn't mean I am not going to be useful." Rowan answered, raising his hand up and letting the masked person see the Phoenix ring on his finger."You're connected to the south," the masked person noted."More than that. I am in charge now, so think of many ways we can be useful to each other," Rowan replied, swallowing. If the blade gets in contact with his blood, his chances of survival would be down to thirty percent, and he could literally feel that the person —the masked person from his aura was very dangerous. Dangerous enough to shut his father up and have him squirming on his fucking throne. That was all he needed to know

*****The torches in the obsidian hall burned blue and black.It wasn't orange or gold like a normal fire would burn. It was blue, like cold magic licking the bones of the earth.The Dark Elf King sat upon his jagged throne, carved from the spine of a fallen wyrm, fingers steepled beneath his chin. Shadows bent toward him, eager, obedient. The air itself seemed to breathe slower in his presence.It was yet another day of planning.“Elias,” he scoffed, the name rolling off his tongue as if it were bitter wine. “The Lycan King who thinks the moon protects him.”A ripple of low laughter moved through the chamber.The Dark Elf King rose, his long cloak flowing behind him, cascading over the throne etched with ancient sigils, wards against every other creatures that existed. His dark crimson eyes glowed faintly in the half-light.“He hides behind his throne,” the King continued. “and maybe loyalty of his beta, and there's that boy."At that, his lips curved.“The boy,” he repeated softly

GRACE The Council chamber always smells like dust and secrets.I hate it.The stones are cold beneath my feet as I walk to the center of the circle, twelve shadows watching me like I’m a specimen laid out for dissection. No throne here. No banners. Just power, quiet, suffocating power.My pulse pounds so loudly I’m sure they can hear it.“State your purpose.”The voice rolls down from the high seat like a verdict already formed.I lift my chin. I will not look small. I will not look wounded.“I request intervention,” I say, and my voice doesn’t shake. Good. “In a l relationship that threatens the balance of a kingdom.”A stir. A shift of robes. A low hum of interest.“Threatens?” another voice asks, sharp and skeptical. “Explain yourself.”I inhale slowly. Don’t make this about him. Don’t make this about how your chest feels hollow when he looks at someone else.“This union consolidates military power with spiritual influence,” I say carefully. “If it deepens, the throne will no long

LUCIAN I felt weird, restless even.I couldn't shake out the dread moving up my spine throughout the meeting.Immediately the meeting ended, I sprang to my feet and hurried outside where Yvonne was already waiting for me."What's wrong?" She asked, frowning at me, "You look tensed."I shrugged, "I'm not sure myself. Can we just get back to the palace?"She nodded in response, staring at me from the corner of her eyes. "Have you heard from Elias?" I questioned.As if the name was a trigger, the mark on my arm burned.I winced inwardly, leaving my face void of any expression. "He's fine," Yvonned replied, "There's nothing going on."I gave a small smile, but I still couldn't shake the foreboding sense of dread crawling up my spine. The instant we entered the palace, I felt something different. Like a force that shouldn't be here, something foreign.Whispers from the servants and guards surrounded us.Yvonne glanced at me and went off to a guard, then she sent me a worried look a

**** Kingdom of Kuragari ****The torches in the obsidian hall burned with a sickly violet flame, casting long, crooked shadows against the jagged walls. The air tasted of dark magic and incense, thick, metallic.The Dark Elf King sat upon his throne of carved onyx and bone, one leg draped over the armrest, fingers lazily tapping against the skull embedded at its peak. His silver hair spilled over his shoulders like liquid moonlight, a cruel mockery of the goddess he despised. His crimson eyes glowed faintly in the dimness.Below him, his subjects stood in twi straight lines.High Warlock Theryn kept his forehead pressed to the stone floor. The Soulbinders flanked him, their black-veined hands trembling within the sleeves of their robes. No one dared look directly at their king unless summoned.“Well?” the Dark Elf King drawled, his voice smooth as poisoned honey. “How far along are we with the extraction?”The hall grew colder.Theryn swallowed. “Your Majest the Priestess’ soul is re