Amber Sword

Chapter 1169: Chapter 293: Ambeser Conference_2

Anlek remained expressionless and silent. Almost everyone sided with Duke Xifah, and Princess, like a lone boat in a storm, even her seemingly allied Royalists couldn’t muster a faint voice.

"So, the Colcorva family plans to abandon everyone and go its own way?" Duke Xifah’s face turned cold, his voice harsh as thunder.

"The Kerkova Royal Family will fulfill the responsibilities of the Royal Family, but if some people intend to break the Ancestor’s agreement, then I will not take a single step back," Griffith answered fearlessly.

"What did you say?"

"According to the agreement, my brother is the rightful heir to the Kingdom, no matter how you twist words, my uncle—you cannot change this fact. As for my elder sibling, the Kerkova Royal Family will not allow a patricide, regicide to ascend the throne, let alone my stepmother—the Queen, as long as I am alive for one day, I will not allow her and those villains to tear up the Holy Covenant and put Erune in an unjust position."

When the Princess said this, the conference hall was so silent that one could hear a pin drop. Although everyone present understood that Oberg the Seventh’s death might have something suspicious, they never dreamt that the Kingdom’s Princess would be so fierce as to reveal these unspeakable matters on the spot. Even Duke Xifah gasped, his face turning as pale as snow.

"Nonsense!" Duke Xifah scolded furiously, "Princess, please mind your identity!"

"Mind my identity?" Griffith seemed enraged, gritting her silver teeth, clenching her fists, "Lord Duke, you ask me to mind my identity? Then let me ask you, in my father’s dying moment, who was with him? Then let me ask you, when my father secretly sent me a letter to rescue him and I was stopped outside the palace gates, where were you? As a child, yet I could only watch helplessly as my father died at the hands of treacherous villains—Lord Duke, do you still ask me to mind my identity?"

By the end, her voice was almost sobbing. Everyone saw the strong-willed Princess actually shed tears; she trembled all over, fists tightly clenched, yet still proudly standing tall, defiantly facing all her enemies. At this moment, she was no longer the Princess of Erune, just a daughter full of grief and indignation for her father, but that layered Royal pride upon her made everyone feel as if Oberg the Seventh was right before them, accusing the Queen’s party of their sins.

Everyone looked at each other in dismay.

Most nobles turned their gazes towards Duke Xifah and the Chief Priests of the Holy Temple.

Duke Xifah’s face was pale, as if stabbed by Griffith’s gaze. He stepped back a bit, unable to resist exchanging a look with the nearby Molosi Chief Priest, barely managing to keep his composure. "Princess, I think you might be too agitated; the Ancestor King’s health has never been good, maybe there’s some misunderstanding..." Knowing full well what his sister did, he couldn’t help but respond awkwardly.

Griffith bit her lower lip, glaring at him fiercely.

At this moment, Moros finally stepped in to mediate, "Princess, I understand your feelings, but what we are discussing in this meeting now is not the death of Oberg the Seventh. Please think of the countless people of Erune; once the Kingdom falls into war, lives will be devastated, and those sacrificed are your father’s subjects. Former King Eck is here, I’m afraid he would not bear to let such things happen either. Do those present remember the oath engraved on your sword?"

Although the new Chief Priest appeared gloomy, his voice was exceptionally gentle, seemingly having a mesmerizing power. Brand couldn’t help but be impressed, thinking that he hadn’t paid much attention to this old guy before, only now realizing that the guy was an Erune expert; as soon as he spoke, he hit the Princess’s vulnerable spot. Indeed, none of the high-ranking figures of the Flame Temple are mere loafers. He looked towards Griffith to see how this Princess would respond.

"Once the Kingdom falls into war," the Princess turned her head, tear stains still on her cheeks; she smiled sadly, "Erune has been poor and weak to this extent, yet you all still refuse to repent. The Kingdom falling into war—the Kingdom will inevitably fall into war, a hundred years later, there will only be ruins left on this land. What face do you have to meet Erune’s ancient ancestors, and what face do you have to meet Former King Eck?"