Family system-Chapter 205: Finally

"People of the capital!" Kael began. "Look at them—these are the ones who claimed to rule by divine right, the ones who sat on thrones while you starved in the streets. They called themselves sacred, chosen, untouchable. But today, we see them for what they are."

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He gestured to the bound and trembling Arbiters, who shrank under the weight of the crowd’s eyes. "Liars. Cowards. Parasites. They fed off your labor, your pain, and your sacrifice. They built their palaces with the sweat of your backs and the blood of your families. And what did they give you in return?"

The crowd erupted in angry shouts, voices rising in condemnation of the Arbiters. Kael let the noise linger momentarily before raising his hand again to silence them.

"Nothing," he said, his voice hard. "They gave you nothing but misery and suffering. They called it order. They called it peace. But what kind of peace demands the silence of the hungry? What kind of order leaves children orphaned and mothers begging in the streets?"

Kael’s hand tightened around the hilt of his sword as he stepped closer to the Arbiters. "You were the gods of greed. The false idols demanded worship while offering nothing but despair. Today, your reign ends. Today, you answer for every life you’ve destroyed, every injustice you’ve ignored, every tear you’ve caused."

He turned back to the crowd, his voice rising. "We will not become like them! We will not stoop to their level of cruelty. They will not meet the easy end they deserve—not yet. Instead, they will face the justice of those they’ve wronged."

Kael pointed toward the city streets. "These Arbiters will not die today. They will live at the lowest level among us. They will walk the same streets they ignored, eat the scraps they forced upon you, and feel the sting of every indignity they inflicted. They will experience what it means to suffer. Let them see the lives they’ve shattered. Let them feel the weight of the chains they once placed on your shoulders."

The crowd roared its approval, the sound like thunder in the square. Kael turned to the rebels, nodding at them to begin. One by one, the Arbiters were dragged off the platform and paraded through the streets, their chains clinking with every step. The people jeered and threw scraps of rotten food, venting years of anger at the figures who had once ruled over them with impunity.

Kael stood on the platform a moment longer, his gaze scanning the sea of faces. "This is not the end of our fight," he said, his voice steady. It is the beginning of a new chapter. We have torn down their walls, broken their chains, and reclaimed our city. Now, we must rebuild it—together—for justice, freedom, and the future."

Kael waited on the platform, taking a long moment to let the crowd’s cheers die down. The rebels and citizens looked at him with anticipation.

Kael raised his hand again, silencing the crowd. His gaze swept over the people, each one filled with anticipation. He took a deep breath, his voice carrying the weight of the moment as he spoke.

"My friends, today marks the end of an era. The Arbiters are no longer untouchable. Their lies, cruelty, and greed have all been exposed. And while this is a victory for justice, it is also a responsibility. We have torn down the old, but now we must build something new—something better."

The crowd nodded, murmurs of agreement rippling through them. Kael’s tone softened as he continued, his words powerful.

"This city—our city—deserves a leader who understands its people. Someone who knows its pain, its hope, its potential. Someone who has seen the suffering inflicted by those who claimed to rule in the name of the gods and has sworn never to let that happen again."

He paused, letting the weight of his words settle. Then, with a slight smile, he turned and gestured toward Lira, who stood at the platform’s edge, her golden aura faintly shining.

"That is why I have one more announcement to make," Kael said, his voice rising. "Today, I name Lira as the leader of this city—the only daughter of the true king and queen, a princess who once lived in the shadow of tragedy but now rises to claim her rightful place."

The crowd gasped, the revelation rippling through them like a wave. Lira, visibly startled, stepped forward reluctantly. Her cheeks flushed, and she glanced at Kael with wide eyes, her usual calm composure shaken.

"Kael," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the growing murmurs. "What are you doing?"

Kael met her gaze and smiled. "What is right."

"Lira is no stranger to sacrifice. She has stood with us in battle. She has been a beacon of hope when darkness threatened to consume us. And now, she will lead us into the light."

Lira stepped fully onto the platform, her golden aura catching the sunlight as it intensified. She looked out at the crowd, her heart pounding as their faces stared back at her with expectation. For a short moment, she hesitated, the weight of their hopes pressing down on her. But then she took a deep breath, her hands clenched at her sides, and stepped closer to Kael.

"Kael," she said, her voice carrying across the square, "I don’t know if I’m ready for this; I’ve failed to save people who needed me. How can I—?"

Kael placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "You are ready, Lira. Not because you’re perfect but because you care. You’ve seen the worst this city has endured and never stopped fighting to improve it. That’s what we need now—not perfection, but someone who will never stop fighting for the people."

The crowd erupted into cheers again, chanting Lira’s name. She took another deep breath. Her voice grew stronger as she addressed them directly.

"I am not a queen. I am not a ruler. I am one of you—a citizen of this city who has seen its darkest days and still believes in its brightest future. Together, we will rebuild. Together, we will create a city where no child goes hungry, no family lives in fear, and no voice is silenced."

Kael stepped back, letting her words take center stage. Lira’s golden aura seemed to brighten as she spoke, her confidence growing with each moment.

"This is not about me," Lira said, her gaze sweeping over the crowd. "This is about us—about what we can achieve together. I will lead, not from above, but beside you. I will listen to your voices, your needs, your dreams. And I will fight, not for a throne, but for a home where everyone is equal and matters."

The crowd erupted into thunderous applause, echoing through the city square. Lira turned to Kael; her expression still tinged with embarrassment but now tempered with resolve.

"You didn’t have to make that so dramatic," she muttered, though there was a hint of a smile on her lips.

Kael grinned. "You’ll thank me later."

As Lira stepped off the stage, still flushed from the crowd’s cheers, Kael stepped forward to take her place. He raised his hands to quiet the lingering murmurs, his voice steady and clear. Explore stories at novelbuddy

"My friends," he began, "we’ve fought hard for this day, and it’s finally here. The Arbiter’s reign is over, but our work is just beginning. This city needs us now more than ever—not to fight but to rebuild. And that begins tomorrow."

He glanced over the crowd, his tone softening. "Tonight, I ask you all to return to your homes. Rest, recover, and reunite with your families. The rebels—your neighbors and friends—will take up the task of keeping the city safe. You’ve earned your peace tonight, knowing that no Arbiter’s shadow will fall over your homes again."

Kael paused, letting his words settle before continuing. "Tomorrow, we rise again—not to destroy, but to create. We’ll rebuild this city into something better. Together, we’ll ensure that it’s a place of fairness, dignity, and hope for everyone."

The crowd murmured their agreement, exhaustion, and determination blending on their faces. Kael nodded, offering a faint smile. "Thank you for your courage. Thank you for your belief in a better future. Now go, rest, and prepare. Tomorrow, we begin again."

As the crowd began to disperse, guided by rebel forces ensuring their safety, Kael turned to Lira, standing nearby.

"You’ll do great tomorrow," he said with a nod.

Lira smirked faintly. "Let’s see if I survive tonight first."

…

Jack sat on the oversized couch in his dimly lit living room, the flicker of the TV casting soft shadows on the walls. The screen displayed a chaotic but riveting live broadcast of the rebellion unfolding in the capital. The camera panned to the image of the Arbiters being marched through the streets, their extravagant robes dragging through the filth as a crowd jeered and threw scraps of rotten fruit. It was like a season finale of the most intense drama Jack had ever seen, and he wasn’t watching it alone.

Valentina was tucked under his left arm, her head resting on his shoulder. She occasionally sipped from her mug of tea, her eyes fixed on the screen as though she were analyzing every moment.