Son of the Hero King

Chapter 541 CH 501: NEGOTIATIONS (1)

541 CH 501: NEGOTIATIONS (1)

[I, Medea Asmodeus, hereby declare the opening of a Public Trial. All the Members of the council are summoned and anyone late or absent will be punished.]

When the voice of Medea spread through Salem, all the witches looked up at the sky as the space seemed to be cut into thin lines and a platform slowly spread.

Even without anyone saying anything they could recognize the magic of Freya in action. Furthermore, on the platform that was literally created in space, trees started to bloom and slowly morphed into chairs and tables,

'Persephone.'

The breath of the witches slowly became hurried as they finally understood who had actually spoken the first time.

Medea Asmodeus, the witch of Time as well as the leader of the council.

Many of the younger witches only knew of her by name or through their study of history.

Even after Medea came back, she had been rather meek and did not show any imposing stance.

This though — This was completely different.

The members of the council, hidden between the normal witches or speaking with Ten or with One were all startled.

The voice of Medea directly reached their minds and they had the impression that at the slightest refusal to comply, they would be immediately frozen in time, unable to act until she judged otherwise.

In the end, they all started to fly up to reach the platform that had been created.

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The moment One landed she immediately walked up to Medea who was sitting at the head of the table.

The table was rectangular rather than round as it usually was during the meeting of the Council— This too was a silent message.

Looking away from the table, One finally asked what was on her mind.

"Elder sister, could you explain what is happening? I believe we decided to hold a closed hearing in a few days for the negotiations."

Her voice was even, showing no particular feeling but there was a clear remonstrance in it.

The other members of the council who also landed were unable to keep such a straight face. Many of them were openly dissatisfied with the way Medea just threatened them.

To this — Medea simply smiled,

"It seems like all of you guys have forgotten who really holds power in the council."

She was seated at the left of Medea while Number 10 was at her right. From there they were clearly arranged in opposite ways. From 10 to 6 and From 1 to 5.

Finally, the other end of the table was completely free.

During a negotiation, the form of the table where all members were seated was very important.

A circular table implied equality between all members while a rectangular table implied a clear hierarchy. The most important place was obviously the ends of the table.

Each end represented a side and the two sides were equal or antagonistic. All those on the sides were just that — Side characters.

It was a rather simplification of the matters. But Befana knew that she did not need to think more about it.

Step~

Here, high in space, it was incredible to even hear something akin to someone stepping on the ground.

But — They were sure they all heard it.

Whoosh~!

Some of the witches groaned while many lowered their hats to hide their expression of surprise as an overwhelming aura filled the space.

The chair was pulled and a young man took place at the other end.

He was a handsome young boy and had a genial smile on his face, giving the impression that he wouldn’t even hurt a bug.

But all of them could feel it. Even Befana, despite all her composure, could not stop the goosebumps on her skin from spreading.

They had a simple feeling. It was as if all of them were nothing but herbivores standing in front of a true Predator.

“Hello, ladies. I believe it’s time for us to have a great discussion.”

None of the witches could answer, but thankfully the aura swiftly vanished as soon as it came.

“I am sorry. It seems like I should have controlled myself more. I did not expect this simple release of power to make all of you so uncomfortable.”

Though his words were sweet, it was easy to realize that he simply insulted them by saying that they were too weak.

A few witches clenched their fists but they realized that there was nothing they could do. Once again any illusions they may have had about Sol being weaker than them because of his age were completely dispelled.

“Now that the Prince of Lustburg is present, I hereby declare the start of the negotiations. May we all discuss for the betterment of Salem.”

It was a bombastic start but the tone was clear. No punch would be pulled.