Villain Awakening: Rising to the Strongest Dragon God-Chapter 41: Judgment

"I want something else."

The words hung in the air like smoke. Thick and suffocating.

Confusion rippled across the chamber. Draelor’s expression remained unreadable, but his fingers stilled on the armrest.

Vaedon’s eyes narrowed slightly, he couldn’t predict what was going to happen next. This was the unknown variable that annoyed him.

Auryn stood at the epicenter of it all. Cool as Ice. he cleared his throat, taking short steps forward with each one causing his cloak to billow.

He walked to an angle where the complete attention of the chamber had no choice but to be pulled his way.

The elders shifted in seats as Vaedon’s fingers resumed their rhythm, raged in confusion.

Auryn was the eye of the storm he’d created. And he’d only just begun. His lips parted slowly.

"I want six things," His voice steady even as he raised his right hand in a gesture that showed he was in control of this situation now.

He didn’t wait for permission. Didn’t ask if he could continue. He just kept speaking.

"First. The Northern District."

Murmurs started immediately. The chamber trying to keep up with sudden flip.

It wasn’t Promise Valley nor Greenstone or Raverie plain. Something else entirely.

"It borders Aurelia directly," Auryn continued, ignoring the whispers.

"It is viable consolidation. Easier to defend than scattered territories and integrates naturally with my existing infrastructure."

An Elder leaned forward. "The Northern District is extensive. Larger than the three regions your council suggested."

"Yes." Auryn met his gaze. "But adjacent and strategically valuable," he emphasized.

Draelor’s voice suddenly cut through. Thick and committed. "You’re expanding significantly, Auryn, I--"

Auryn cut him off. "I’m claiming compensation for attempted murder of dragon blood,"

His confident tone didn’t waver.

"Adjacent territory makes tactical sense. Unless the council disagrees with tactical sense?"

Everyone stayed silent. No one disagreed.

Vaedon’s eyes narrowed further and his fingers stopped tapping.

The Northern District. The Verdant Springs.

The realization settled cold in his chest. That district wasn’t just Castor’s. Technically, administratively, it was his.

The Eastern Province. Governed by the Valir family for two centuries, he couldn’t just remove them, their claim was legitimately built over generations of blood and sacrifice.

But the territory itself was under Vaedon’s authority. And Verdant Springs. The bathhouse complex with healing properties.

It was one of the best in the empire. Travelers paid premium. Nobles frequented there and Income was steady and reliable.

One of the region’s best Non-trade revenue sources. Vaedon sighted.

He’s not just punishing Castor. He’s taking from me too.

Vaedon’s expression returned to the status quo. He smirked in acknowledgement.

Clever, little brother. Very clever...

"Secondly," Auryn’s voice pulled all the attention back.

"Castor will train me in the Dragon Flame Sword Technique. Weekly sessions in Aurelia."

An Elder with platinum hair openly supported Castor but spoke carefully.

"That’s... harsh, forcing the Second Sword to train—"

"—someone who needs proper instruction," Auryn interrupted smoothly.

"I can’t learn from the First Prince. His responsibilities keep him occupied."

He pointed at Castor..

"The Duke is Second Sword. Master of the technique. I’m requesting education from the most qualified instructor available in the empire"

"It’s humiliating," another Elder muttered.

"But necessary..." Auryn’s gaze swept the council. "Unless the council believes I should remain untrained? Weak? Unable to defend the borders I’m about to inherit?"

No one answered but Draelor. His right hand stretched forward even as crimson claws were brandished.

"You ask for something personal Auryn. Their secrets. Their legacy."

Auryn stayed unfazed. His posture suddenly less tensed.

"I’m asking for education befitting a dragon prince, who will defend imperial borders," he paused.

"Is that unreasonable?"

Auryn’s smart retorts left them without words. His needs weren’t illegal. Neither unprecedented. Just... cold and vastly unexpected.

He broke the icey silence once again with more demands.

"Third. I’ll be provided full access to Eastern Province’s military records, patrol routes, guard rotations, demon breach strategies. Supply chains. Everything."

An Elder sat up straighter. Hand on his jaw. "That’s extensive intelligence—"

"That I’ll need," Auryn finished, "if I’m to defend the border properly. Northern District shares Eastern Province’s threats. I’ll need to understand what I’m defending against."

Draelor studied him. He knew the value of intelligence in this scenarios. "You’re expanding eastward. Learning the terrain."

"Yes."

"And you believe Castor’s records will help?"

"Two centuries of experience defending that border?" Auryn’s tone was practical . "Yes. I’d be foolish not to learn from it."

The Elders nodded slowly. It made sense. Smart even. Learning from the Second Sword’s accumulated knowledge was strategic.

Vaedon watched. The demands weren’t anything he couldn’t see through yet something still felt... off.

Borin on the side had his jaws to the ground. Auryn had gone against everything they’d discussed back in Aurelia. But his demands now were actually reasonable though he couldn’t understand everything.

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The next two demands from Auryn had sent the council of Elders into a frenzy.

He had requested exclusive trade rights of every caravan that went through the Eastern province basically crippling the finances of the district or as he planned which was to make them dependent on him atleast that’s what Vaedon and Draelor would think.

He also demanded he had advisors in the Eastern district as a way to keep diplomacy and prevent future occurrences like this. Basically his own network of eyes there.

Vaedon fought hard on it but Draelor found sense in it. The presiding prince believed it was mercy and understandable.

Afterall execution was traditional price for treason. Auryn’s demands were... extensive and harsh but considerate to the empire’s need of the famed Valir family remaining alive.

Through his last two requests. Auryn finally smiled. Something tiny, impossible to notice. Even as every eye locked on him. The chamber holding its breath.

His gaze fell directly on Castor now.

"One more thing."

His voice smoother than ever. Almost teasing.

"There shall be a marriage alliance. Castor’s eldest daughter will marry into my household. When she comes of age."

They thought he’d said it all but this was out of nowhere.

Castor’s face went white. All color draining. His knees nearly buckled.

Claudia... His heart screamed.

The chamber exploded into discourse.

" A Marriage alliance. A sign of good will"

" Indeed...binds loyalty permanently—"

"—she’s sixteen years old—" Someone chipped in.

"—comes of age means eighteen— She can bear his heirs—" another voice interjected.

More voices crashed across the chamber. Chaos worse than before. There were so many sides to this demand.

Draelor didnt move this time. His Aura flared and instantly paralyzed everything.

Not even a whisper followed after.

Draelor’s crimson gaze fixed on Auryn. His reddish aura fading .

"These terms, Little brother—"

Little brother ...? Auryn thought. Did Draelor just acknowledge me?

"They’re fair." Auryn remarked. Calming his rising heartbeat. Yeah, he was excited but he couldn’t dare show it now.

"You’re taking his land. His income. His military secrets." Draelor adjusted on his throne.

"And his daughter?."

Auryn allowed Draelor finish. His eyes stern and determined now. Voice coarse and cold.

" I have shown mercy...so far brother. This is punishment "

A chilling silence swept across the room. Shivers went down Castor’s spine as they all finally understood.

An Elder’s eyes widened slightly. Understanding dawning.

If she marries the Third Prince... and Castor dies... the Third Prince would have legitimate claim through his wife...

They thought it but no one said it aloud. The ruthlessness of the third prince was now visible.

Draelor leaned back on his throne. Eyes on Castor.

Auryn continued, voice measured. "She’ll be treated well. As befits a princess. Castor will see her regularly during training sessions.

Before Auryn could continue. Draelor finished.

"She’s not being taken away—she’s being elevated. A marriage alliance that binds families. Creates peace where conflict existed."

Everyone in the nodded as if they just learned how to.

Everyone but Vaedon. He sat perfectly still. Going through the gears of everything. His fingers resumed tapping. Slow and deliberate.

This isn’t about Castor anymore. He’s dismantling Eastern Province piece by piece. Taking my territory, my income. And my governor’s heir.

Subtle enough most won’t see it. Exactly like me

The satisfaction of negotiating Auryn down from execution to compensation felt hollow now.

I didn’t negotiate him down.

He never wanted execution.

This was always the goal.

And I helped him get here.

He chuckled in his mind.

I’ll have to keep an eye on you now. Little brother

Vaedon’s gaze fixed on Auryn. Who stood calm and patient. Waiting for judgment as if he hadn’t figured out the answer yet.

There’s more here.Something I’m not seeing. But what?

The thought bothered him but he pushed the thought aside. He couldn’t afford doubt now. The terms were clear. Deal nearly done.

Castor will accept. He has no choice. Family lives. That’s what matters.

Everything else...

Everything else is just politics.

Draelor’s voice cut through the tension. Absolution in his words.

"Duke Castor Valir."

Castor looked up. Eyes deepened. Hands trembling behind his back where no one could see.

"Do you accept these terms?"

The chamber held its breath.Ten Elders watching. Three princes waiting. History being written in real time.

Everything. Eva, Daren, Cara, Claudia, two centuries of family legacy, their entire future balanced on whatever came next.

Castor’s mouth opened and closed. No sound came.

His throat was dry. He couldn’t swallow. Couldn’t breathe.

Auryn watched patiently. Everyone waited.

Silence stretched. And stretched.

And— Finally, his mouth opened.

"I—"