Chapitre 69: A Sons Return and Traitors Desires
Lord Ibex looked at his son with wonder in his eyes. His son upgraded his bloodline to royalty and now had already begun establishing his Pantheon. The creation of a pantheon was something only done when a royal found a galaxy to conquer for themselves. What could his son possibly need his help to do? Lord Ibex looked at his son's servant and was happy with what he saw. While the other Elder races were at odds with Parthians because of their need for constant expansion and bloodlust, They still held a tight connection with them. Parthian saw other Elder races as equals after all weak creatures did not survive the destruction of the previous universe.
Calvis looked at his father with a troubled expression. He knew his father was a straight forward man, but he didn't have to be so blunt. "I have come to a father to recruit your help. I have found a new Galaxy to conquer, and I would appreciate Aid from the Ibex family in my new conquest."
His father looked at him, considering his request. "Unfortunately, I will have to deny your request."
His father's refusal surprised Calvis. His father was someone that had supported him in everything that he did. When he was little, his father gave him whatever he wanted. He had even gifted Calvis a small planetary property in the same solar system as his Scaffold.
"Son, I would if I could, but we face bigger threats the Vhakir family have begun reading Ibex family settlements. While the casualties have been small, all requests of aid to the other minor noble families are fell short and quickly denied. While I hate to admit it, this could be the work of a major nobility backer."
Calvis knew the Vahkir family well. They were one of the minor nobles that contested their position in the Capital Galaxy. Not long after, Lord Ibex's father lost the will to live and joined the Parthian dead in the Necropolis of the gods. The Ibex family entered an age of turmoil, and the Vahkir family had voted against them remaining in the Capital Galaxy. Even a position so far from the capital center itself was a deeply coveted status symbol.
Calvis was angry but also a bit confused. Calvis asked his father, "Father, I know that they have been our enemies for millennia, but how do they have the ability to harass us. We are still minor nobility and have the right to the land we own. Our status was established not long after grandfather went to rest in the Necropolis of the gods. The supreme Parthian Judicidals came to judge this matter themselves, and they deemed our family still strong enough to hold his stretch of the Angola arm. How can you forget about this, especially with the heavy tax you hade to pay the Judicial later for ruling in your favor."
His father was reluctant to burden his son with the real reason he did not apply directly to the Parthian court a violation statement. "Son, your uncle, has been loyal to this family for years and has wanted for nothing, but recently he had had a child."
Calvis became overjoyed at the idea of having a Cousin, especially since the reproduction for Parthians was almost stagnant. For the most part, children were only born to Parthian couples every Million years. The chance of a Parthian having children with other races was a once in a billion years event.
"Father, this is joice news, but what does it have to do with the Vahkir conflict."
Lord Ibex looked at his son, who still didn't understand the situation. "Calvis, the mother was a Major Nobel, and the son inherited her bloodline. Parthian Mother's as you know, are most vulnerable during childbirth, and it is one of the only natural causes of female Parthian deaths. You killed your mother when you were born, and so did this child. I hear his mother's death was especially bloody when he was born, but your uncle, like me, understood this is the natural course of things."
Calvis was horrified that his cousin's mother died but swallowed his emotions. Calvis finally began to connect what his father was talking about to the situation but still waited for his father to continue.
"Son, your Uncle swore on his lovers grave that he would take over the Ibex family for his son who has a claim because of his major noble bloodline."
Calvis understood now that his uncle had betrayed him and the family by involving the Vahkir family. Calvis's expression turned blank, but his appearance became ice-cold and murderous, scaring his father. Calvis looked just like he had before had blown up Talsia's home planet. The only difference now was that his powers had increased.
Calvis released an oppressive aura that shocked Lord Ibex to the bone. When had his son become so cold? Lord Ibex could tell something was wrong but dismissed it, hoping it was something related to Calvis becoming nobility.
"Don't worry, father I will take care of Uncle."
Jake looked at Calvis but was not surprised by this aura he had experienced it before. Jake knew that his master was about to set out for war and prepared to follow his bloody trail.
Lord Ibex gathered himself. Realizing he could not go against his stubborn son, Lord Ibex made a decision. Lord Ibex told his second in command Idreile, " prepare The Eliet Parthian Garde; my son won't fight alone."
Idreile without a second thought disappeared from the gleaming throne room appearing in a well-maintained barracks. The Elite Garde were all Vessel level Parthians Capable of outright killing Parthian Commoners. Though the Barracks were a place for troops to communicate, they never had people stay there. The Parthian Garde, however mandatorily, had to have their pocket dimensions anchored here when off duty.
Idreile released a trace amount of his creative aura, and the Garde appeared in the room. Seeing the second in command standing in their chambers, they bowed before him. Idreile began his briefing, "Calvis has returned. He plans to help us with the recent Vahkir attacks, and you are ordered by Lord Ibex to accompany him and protect him with your very lives."
One of the stronger Gardes snorted, "What does this arrogant brat think he can do that his father can't."
Idreile didn't get mad; he encouraged independent thought among his elite troops because he knew he had their absolute loyalty. He indulged this Garde, "You may not know this, but not even a thousand years ago the young lord awakened his bloodline and rose to the rank of royalty. It is more likely he will be protecting you than the other way around. This is more or less a formality."
The Elite Garde turned a bit red but wasn't angry. The second in command telling him off wasn't something new they had known each other for millennia, and they were, in fact, old friends. The Garde realized that they were told classified information about Calvis. Not that they were surprised they were consecrated warriors of the Ibex family and there had never been a case of defection among their corps.
The same Garde as before told his troops to be ready for action. They made specially made weapons that acted as conduits for creative power. Idreise knew of these weapons well. They were weapons that could only be made by the use of materials that could not be created by Parthians and the good Parthian smith. Not even Lord Ibex used such a tool. Of course, Lord Ibex had an entires scaffold filled with Parthians to rely upon.
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