Chapter 3050 Legion and Grand Prime Minister


    No one knew what to do.


    Nilrem was right. This was the first time something like this had happened in the Fawkes family. There had always been a push and pull of dark and light, but no one dared to break the bottom line.


    But even if they hadn''t personally seen Leonel kill them, after he killed one of their mothers with such careless disregard, how could they not just make the assumption that he had killed the three others as well?


    Only a child would fall for "Nilrem''s" confession, and it seemed like Leonel clearly didn''t care if they believed it or not.


    He seemed to be showing them that there was a door he was willing to open and walk through that they were not.


    He was not a cripple, not someone they could just trample over; he was a Morales. And they all happened to be madmen.


    BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!


    High in the skies, a legion of golden-armored guards appeared. These ones, Leonel recognized. That was because they were the same bastards that had always given him a headache every time he visited the Ascension Palace.


    They were the guards that had been guarding the stairs and the entrance, and now, it seemed that they were no longer hiding their true power... or their true numbers.


    Their head captain began to speak about a whole bunch of political jargon that Leonel couldn''t be bothered to pay close attention to.


    The "too long; didn''t read" was that he had violated laws of the Empire and was under arrest pending the start of a trial.


    Leonel ignored it all and walked back into his house.


    "Go find someone else''s time to waste," he said with his back facing them. "You have one of two choices. Fight or scram. If you want to hold a court proceeding, we can do that, but I''m not going to be detained and wait for your chain of bureaucracy to kick in."


    Click.


    In the end, they sighed. They were supposed to be cold arbitrators of justice. But even for these hardened men and women, they had watched Leonel grow up with their own eyes... from a young man arguing with his grandfather about killing too many people, to the young man who practically conquered the whole Dimensional Verse before his grandfather took him away.


    Just as they were about to take action, though... another aura descended.


    This one made even the legion reserved.


    He was a man wearing a judge''s garb. Black robes were layered with a heavy stole embroidered by gold and founded by its emerald green color.


    This man was not only one of the most powerful existences in the Empire, but his position was truly shocking as well.


    Grand Prime Minister. More accurately, he was Grand Prime Minister Dove, someone who was just as familiar with Leonel''s feats as compared to everyone else.


    "We will hold the court proceedings here in three days'' time. Everyone disperse."


    The eyes of the spectators went wide.


    This sort of favoritism... wasn''t it too blatant?


    The legion didn''t hesitate. With a bow, they vanished.


    Grand Prime Minister Dove cast a complicated glance toward the home. Was it really possible for Leonel to return to his former glory? Or had their Ascension Empire truly lost two geniuses instead of just one?


    He was about to leave when his gaze flickered again. He looked at the formation that covered the home and his frown deepened until a sudden smile appeared in the depths of his eyes.


    It seemed that even if Leonel''s talent was gone, there was one that still remained.


    Crafting.


    The Fawkes had some of the best Crafters in existence right now. He wondered if Leonel would be able to make a name for himself amongst them. If he could do that, maybe they wouldn''t have anything to worry about after all...