Tales Of A Supreme Lord

Paying My Respect To The Future King~

Edward sized the man up with his raised brows. The Man who claimed to be among the Saints guarding the Mystic World had a long staff in one hand. The top of the staff was shaped like a round orb. His raven hair was trimmed neatly and sleek backward at his back.

 He had a tiny crown golden in color placed around his raven hair. His large robe covers the floor where he stands.

Edward gave him a consequential look, squinting his eyes.

"Why did you obstruct my journey, Mr. Saint?" He roared, producing an icy smoke from his mouth. His ice-blue eyes glared daggers at the Saint.

"Prince Edward, I came to pay my respect to the future king of the –Mystic World"

The Saint divulged fearlessly.

Edward Furrows his eyebrows at him. "What, Nonsense, Are you spouting?" Edward implored, his anger rearing up.

 The Guardian Saint raises the edge of his lips into a slight smile.  He took a slow step in front of Edward and raised the strange staff in his hand into the air. He waves the strange staff about in the air marking the orb on the top to glow and create a mini space that opens in the space in the air.

Edwards's sight followed his every movement, his ice-blue eyes glaring at him unblinking.

The Guardian Saint looks at Edward and points towards the already opened mini space, using his head. Edward slowly turns his head around to look at the mini-space.

A Young Handsome Man appears inside the mini space with his back facing them. He was standing on top of a mountain full of vigor while backing millions of races, lining up down the mountain. A thunderstorm continues to hit on the ground where he stands. He didn't shudder or fret. His being exudes a tremendous Aura.

His ginger Red hair sways with the wind. His golden suit glistened in radiance. In his right hand was a long Silver saber raised higher in the sky clashing with the thunderstorm.

Voices of different races below the mountain echo in contentment.

 The mini space slowly closed when he was about to turn around. Edward stared at the Mysterious Saint alarmed. 

The Guardian Saint glances behind him, Edward follows his line of sight to see his wife Melissa standing in front of the cart door while hugging her baby bump, shock, and disbelief dancing in her eyes.

Edward rushes to her side and hugs her in his arms. She stares at the guardian Saint on guard. 

The Guardian Saint slowly walks toward them and bows his head again in respect. "I represent one of the six Saints, Guardians of the –Mystic World. 

Am here, to welcome, and pay my respect to our future king." He explained, his voice full of sincerity.  "Why should we believe you?" Melissa thundered. The Guardian Saint remained calm and started. "You are the descendants of the Lady Bee Cult, you can tell with a glance if l am lying or not." The Guardian Saint emphasizes with a knowing smile. 

Melissa sighs, her heart pounding up and down. "The Man...  in the mini-space, is that.... my child?" Melissa asks him knowing the obvious response.  

The Guardian Saint nodded his head in response to her question. "The prophecy never lies." He added stressing the words.

"That means my Child is in Danger," Melissa let out as she hugs her stomach protectively. Her body shuddered in panic. Edward hugs his wife to his chest and pats her gently on the back. "My desire, be calm," she turns to face him, her eyes flickering, and she grabs a hold of the fabric of his shirt. "Don't let anything happen to our son Edward!" She begged her eyes welling up in tears.

 Edward snapped his around and glared daggers at the Guardian Saint. "Since you are sure of what you speak of, you must surely have a way to protect my son!" He asserted, more like a command.

"Need not worry, every race in the –Mystic World may know about the prophecy, but not the one who will fulfill the prophecy," The Guardian saint countered, assuring the tensed couple.

The Guardian Saint opened his palm wide and produced a speck of glinting dust on his palm. He raises it using his cross fingers to control it. They all watch as the dusty glint twirls in the air and evolves into a starry image. He flicks his finger and sends the starry image into Melissa's belly. 

Melissa's eyes blinked wide open in shock at that moment. She felt the warm feeling that was gently spreading inside her stomach. She glances up to meet the Guardian Saint's gaze, her eyes full of questioning. "You!" Edward roared at the Guardian Saint, creating an ice sword with his magic, and directed it at the Guardian Saint's neck. 

The Guardian Saint smiles  "Our king is so lucky, to have you both as his parents, worry not, That's, is a protection spell.

 It's not harmful, I will be on my way your highnesses" he explained before turning around and disappearing like he never came. 

Edward and Melissa stare at the empty spots astounded. The atmosphere returns to normal after the Mysterious Man disappeared. 

"My prince, what are you doing outside? it's almost dusk, we need to hurry, it won't be good in the mountains at night." the coachman said, looking at them confused.

 Edward and Melissa didn't respond to him but silently walked toward the cart and continued their journey.

The coachman scratches the back of his head in confusion and begins to ride the cart to their destination.

Inside the cart, the atmosphere between the couple was silent. They were both in their thoughts. Melissa still placed her palm on her baby bump, hugging her tummy protectively. 

Edward on the other hand hugs her dearly to his chest and kisses her head. Melissa closed her eyes, calming down in the arms of her husband. Edward gently stroked her back. his eyes narrowed, deep in thought. 

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Back To Marcus Domain,

Twenty Men covered in hoods were standing upright in a prone line while facing each other inside a dark hall. They had their heads up, and none of their facial features could be seen. 

They were all wrapped up in a black robes. The atmosphere filled with the killing intent emitting from their body. 

They place their right folded fist to their chest in greeting with their head slightly lowered.   The moment Marcus walked into the hall. 

"Greetings, Your Eminence," they chant together.

Marcus gradually steps into the space between them as his amber eyes observe and scan them thoroughly. His shoulders raise showing supremacy. 

Zambo followed behind him. He acknowledged them with a nod and moved to take his seat in the front.  "You may proceed,"  he said, glancing at Zambo.  "Your Eminence, these are the men who are ready to lay down their lives to you," Zambo announced, gesturing his free arms towards the Hooded Men.

Marcus nodded his head in satisfaction and scanned them again with his amber eyes. 

"If you must know, as my men and trusted aides, you must pledge your honesty to me," he affirmed, giving them a cold gaze.

"We pledged our honesty and loyalty to your Eminence!" the Hooded Men said at the same time their voices full of admiration.

"What if I say I don't believe… a word," Marcus said expressionless, dragging his words.

For the first time, the Hooded Men turn their heads and exchange looks with each other in a cynic. 

They ripped off the material covering the upper arm of their right hand and slashed their now bare skin with a knife leaving a terrific scene on their arms. Blood kept dripping down from their open wound, but they acted unconcerned and stared emotionless.

Zambo stares in shock, at what he witnessed his eyes bulging out of their sockets.

Marcus shows no expression on his face as he watches with interest as he places his hands on the seat rest. The Hooded Men do not mind the blood gushing out from the wound on their arms, inflicted by themselves. 

 Still standing on their respective stances, they chant together "We Protect, Die For His Eminence Marcus, We Destroy, Fight for our Eminence Marcus, Our Loyalty Lies In Your Hands And Dies In Your Hands." They clamor in a raised voice together while hitting their chest in cynic, some hitting their swords on the floor.

Marcus raised his eyebrow pleased. He looks at the men who have pledged their life and soul to him and laughs out loud.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha..." His heart filled with delight.

Zambo slowly steps close to him and stares at the bravery of each of the men who emit dark aura and chant their pledge to his master.

 He crossed his arm on his chest and lowered his head in respect. 

" Congratulations to Your Eminence, on your accomplishments" 

Marcus got up from his seat and stepped towards them. He gave them a satisfied gaze nodding his head.  "Good, I put it that you know what your task is?" He asked. They exchange glances with each other and nod their heads in accordance.

 "Zambo, I will leave the rest to You, you know what to do." Marcus asserted seeing their compliance. He walks out of the hall after that.

"Rest well, Your Eminence," The Hooded Men said in sync with their heads bowed while placing their folded fist on their chest in respect.