Chapter 114: The Apex Mandate
The Grand Hall was dead silent. The heavy echo of the ledger slamming against the obsidian table lingered in the air.
Valerius Thorne stared at the leather bound book. For a fraction of a second, the pristine facade of the Incubus Lord cracked. A single bead of sweat rolled down his pale temple.
But Valerius was a politician. He had survived centuries in the Zenith Academy by lying his way out of corners.
He let out a dry, condescending laugh.
"A ledger?" Valerius mocked, looking around the room at the other delegates.
"You invite the rulers of the continent to a peace summit, and you open with a crude, manufactured forgery?"
He turned to King Regent Hardsteel.
"This is exactly what I warned the High Council about. This Goblin is a warmongering savage. He is fabricating evidence to justify stealing Elven lands. He wants to annex our territories to feed his noisy, smoke spewing factories."
