Unholy Player-Chapter 135: Talented Citizens

Just as Orven had promised, thirty minutes later, he returned atop his steed, several unfamiliar riders flanking him. Their posture, attire, and the quiet authority they carried left little room for doubt—these were Lords from the noble households of the Velari Kingdom.

Even the king had come. He rode not like a ruler on parade but like a veteran on the march—shoulders squared, gaze sharp, every movement deliberate. There was no crown, no velvet cape, only a practical cloak over armor and the worn grip of reins in his gauntleted hands.

This kingdom’s structure differed from what Adyr had known in his previous life. The king was little more than a ceremonial figure. Real authority rested with the practitioners, while the household Lords functioned more like trusted advisors than traditional vassals. So when a practitioner made a request, especially someone like Adyr, a guest of the kingdom yet willing to help, they didn’t hesitate.

’’Lord Adyr, thank you for standing with us in a time like this.’’

King Vale Von Velaris dismounted his red-plumed warhorse with fluid ease. His voice carried the warmth of diplomacy, but his eyes were watchful.

’’Hello, King Vale. Isn’t it exactly times like these that make staying necessary?’’

Adyr offered a faint smile, delivering the line with effortless charm. He wore the mask well—the calm, brave young man with a righteous heart.

The Lords exchanged glances.

’’No wonder you’re the one chosen by God Astrael, Lord Adyr.’’

Adyr didn’t comment. His expression remained neutral as he turned toward the horizon.

’’Are the workers ready? The sooner we begin, the better for them,’’ he said, nodding toward the massive figure of Colossith still crouched just beyond the city walls.

The king and the lords followed his gaze. A heavy silence settled over the group. That thing—no matter how many times they had seen it—still twisted something deep in their gut. It wasn’t just a threat. It was myth made flesh. A godless monument of power.

’’They should arrive in a few moments, Lord Adyr.’’

As if on cue, the iron gates of the massive garden swung open.

A small procession entered the courtyard, civilians flanked on either side by silver-armored knights. Though their armor gleamed under the light, the crests on their pauldrons made it clear—they came from different houses, united for this single task.

The civilians moved hesitantly, dressed in simple clothes, eyes scanning their surroundings with wary curiosity. They looked at the mansion, at the knights, at the gathered nobility, trying to piece together what kind of place they had been brought to and why. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

None of them had been told much. Judging from their faces, it was clear they had been selected and brought here quickly, probably pulled from their workshops and stalls with little more than a name and a description.

Confused murmurs stirred among the group until King Vale’s voice cut through the noise.

’’Dear citizens of Velari, I apologize for the sudden call and for pulling you from your daily lives. But as you can see, we are facing a dire situation—one that demands swift action, and your unique talents are needed.’’

He stood at the front, ceremonial robes draped over light armor, voice firm yet reassuring. Even without a crown, he held the weight of authority in the way he spoke. And the moment he finished, all eyes turned toward him.

He turned slightly and gestured toward Adyr.

’’Lord Adyr, would you like to take the lead here?’’

Adyr gave a small nod and stepped forward. His eyes scanned the crowd—dozens of faces filled with anxiety, uncertainty, and quiet suspicion. None of them knew who he was or why they were here. Not yet.

Then he spoke.

’’Hello, people of the Velari Kingdom. As your king, Vale Von Velaris stated, I’m the one who requested your presence here. And the reason... is a matter of grave importance.’’

The crowd fell silent.

There was something in his voice—steady, grounded, and coldly calm. It held the kind of authority that didn’t need to shout. The kind that demanded attention without asking for it.

Even the Lords standing behind him nodded subtly. It was exactly what they expected. A practitioner who not only had power, but presence.

’’Today you, citizens of this kingdom and rightful owners of these lands, will be the ones to put an end to the catastrophe that has threatened your loved ones and turned the last three years of your lives into a nightmare.’’

As Adyr’s words echoed across the courtyard, a murmur rippled through the crowd. The confusion on their faces gave way to disbelief and rising doubt. Even King Vale and the other Lords were caught off guard.

None of them had known exactly why Adyr had gathered so many people. But his words—suggesting that ordinary citizens could do what over twenty practitioners had failed to accomplish in three years—sounded like a cruel joke.

’’King Velaris, what does this mean?’’

One of the civilians couldn’t hold back any longer. He spoke with as much respect as he could manage, standing before his king and the gathered nobility. But if this was some kind of trick, it was a cruel one, and they at least deserved an explanation.

Others joined in, their voices tense, their eyes filled with alarm.

’’Who is this man?’’

The chatter quickly swelled into a wave of noise, uncertainty teetering on panic. But King Vale made no move to speak. Instead, he simply raised one hand, a silent gesture for calm.

Silence returned, tense and expectant.

Adyr didn’t react to the unrest. He turned without a word and stepped forward, walking to a clear spot in the courtyard. Then he extended one hand.

In an instant, dozens of metallic plates and shining containers materialized on the ground in front of him.

Gasps rippled through the crowd.

There was no longer any need to ask who he was. Only a practitioner could summon such a display. The realization sank in like a stone dropped into still water—and with it, the noise died. Something new began to stir in its place: quiet, flickering hope.

All eyes were locked on him now, fully focused.

Adyr didn’t keep them waiting.

’’These are the pieces that will allow you to fight against Colossith. They are tools—technology I brought personally from a distant kingdom. If used correctly, they hold the power to push that monster back.’’

He paused, letting the disbelief settle. Then, scanning the crowd, he continued.

’’Do not underestimate yourselves, people of Velari. Each of you was brought here for a reason. Every one of you possesses a skill—something even most practitioners lack.’’

His words landed like a spark in dry grass.

In any other context, such claims might’ve been laughed off. But coming from a practitioner, delivered with certainty, precision, and calm, they struck deep.

Chests lifted. Eyes sharpened. Somewhere within their hearts, a dormant will stirred. A desire to fight. To matter.

’’Now, brave men and women of Velari.’’

A small smile tugged at the edge of Adyr’s otherwise expressionless face. His voice rose slightly, carrying through the air with cold conviction.

’’Are you ready to use your talents and end this nightmare with your own hands?’’

He wasn’t speaking to peasants anymore.

His words hit like a commander addressing seasoned knights—hardened veterans shaped by generations of war. And though they were only craftsmen and laborers, the illusion swept over them, drawing them in like a tide.

They stood straighter now.

Not as victims, but as soldiers.

Adyr had given them the equipment, the materials, and now—the final piece. The courage. The spark to move.

The rest would come down to their skill—and whether the gear could live up to its promise.

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