?434 Brimgan Emperor’s Decision
"Your Majesty, this is a crisis for the Brimgan Empire." A Minister with a shiny moustache roared respectfully. His reddish gown covered by shiny blue stripes glittered in the throne room, reflecting the ambient light.
In other places, such an action would be considered disrespectful. But here, it was a display of power. The shinier their clothes, the greater their status. And in the throne room, every single minister did damn well to portray it.
As a result, one couldn't see around in the throne room without getting a searing headache, due to the concentrated beams of light being reflected by the clothes of everyone. And of course, the elephant in the room was the brightest of them all.
The Brimgan Emperor wore a luminescent robe that had been refined for a millennium. It was the Emperor's Robe that had been passed down from generation to generation, for tens of thousands of years.
Donned on his head was a crown shaped like a crow's beak, arching over him as it was a metre in length. And it too was luminescent, emanating enough light to blind anyone who saw it. But despite the radiance, the Brimgan Emperor had his eyes open wide, his gaze unflinching, displaying the demeanour of one that shouldered his Empire's fate and had enough strength to damn well shoulder it all.
Prana steadily surged through his eyes and prevented him from going blind. Hearing the minister's statement, the Emperor, Brandal Brimgan said, "The Minister of Internal Affairs makes a point."
"Your Majesty, we mustn't be hasty about this." The Minister of Defence, Fuhrh Brimgan argued with a shout, "This is the Boar King we're talking about. He's capable enough to destroy the Southern Veins. We'll be crippled if we fight him."
"Just admit that you're afraid," The Minister of Raids, Frissk Brimgan stood up to argue against Fuhrh Brimgan, "We'll challenge him to a fight outside the Empire and deal with him there."
He then faced the Emperor, "Your Majesty, grant me the authority to mobilise three hundred Royals with strength at 4-
Life Stage and above. I'll bring the Boar King's head in return."
"It's not just about facing him. We'll also have to take into account the reaction of the surrounding Gold Grade Pranic Beasts." Fuhrh Brimgan retorted, "If they all were to take this opportunity to invade our Empire, we're doomed."
"You're a disgrace as a Royal."
"Respectfully, curse you."
"Curse you very much, you old fool."
"Arrogant young idiot!"
As the ministers shot insults back and forth, the Emperor calmly observed the argument, "I've made the decision."
The arguments stopped instantly as the attention of everyone was focused on the shiniest individual in the throne room, hearing Brandal Brimgan's voice resound calmly, "With effect from today, house arrest everyone in the Varahan Mansion until the Boar King requests for my audience."
That was indeed the safest decision. Instead of imprisoning the Boar King's family in a prison somewhere and triggering him, the decision only forced the family to stay in their home.
This wouldn't bring them the Boar King's ire and instead leave open enough room for discussion.
"Your Majesty, there's still the matter of the Parute Tree King. If it's in the Boar King's possession, we need to reclaim it from him." The Minister of Economy, Fruan Brimgan expressed his opinion, "Based on the Parute Tree Fruits in our possession, and the tree's rate of fruit generation, the strength of our Royals can be built eight percent faster."
"It could have been the perfect replenishment resource for conducting long-distance Raids, since it can be transported." Fissk Brimgan took the opportunity to put forth his point, "That would further improve our strength."
"If the Boar King decides to meet me, I'll discuss this with him." Brandal Brimgan made his verdict, "If he refuses to transfer ownership of the Parute Tree King, we'll be dropping this matter right then and there. Never underestimate the Boar King."
He said in seriousness, "There has never been a Mystic Grade Pranic Beast stronger than the Boar King. And to date, he has never been forced to fight seriously. And the force that makes him do so will be reduced into a mere blob of history, bereft of a future."
"To the Brimgan Empire, even a Mystic Grade Pranic Beast is a passing cloud. Unless he actively harms us, ignore him." Brandal Brimgan adjourned the meeting, "Pass down the order to increase the layer of protection to Fentan City and improve its safety standards. That's all."
The ministers left the throne room in cliques, their discussions hushed, having plans of their own. Brandal Brimgan calmly observed them all and stared at his trembling hand, 'No, you idiot! Don't be excited!'
'You're not his match!' He sighed a minute later, having calmed down. "I have yet to surpass the Cooter Clan Chief. I shouldn't be thinking of fighting the Boar King until then."
"Don't fight him until your successor is ready to inherit your position." A calm voice resounded from behind as a secret door opened and a lady sauntered in, dressed in clothes equally bright as the Brimgan Emperor.
"You read my mind, Harla." Brandal Brimgan laughed, "It's hard to control myself though."
The lady was Harla Brimgan, Empress of the Bringam Empire, an absolute powerhouse with a cultivation at the 10-Life Stage. She calmly occupied the seat of the leading minister and stared at Brandal Brimgan, "The Crown Prince is still at the 9-Life Stage. He won't be able to manage the Empire's affairs if you were to get killed by the Boar King."
"Such a pity," Brandal Brimgan sighed despondently, "I wanted to face Sumatra's strongest existence and experience for myself the strength difference between us."
"Is the Boar King that terrifying?" Harla Brimgan asked, "We have minimal records about him as he hasn't truly fought with all his strength to date. On paper, he's not as terrifying as the Mystic Tentacles."
"Mystic Tentacles are a whole other level in terms of terror." Brandal Brimgan nodded, "But that's it. Their terror is limited to what they have once they become Mystic Grade Pranic Beasts. They're unlike the Boar King."
"The stronger his opponents, the more absurd the Boar King gets." Brandal Brimgan said, "If a Mystic Grade Pranic Beast were to appear now, it would simply become fuel to strengthen the Boar King further."
Until now, the Boar King didn't have a Mystic Grade Nature to fight with. But once he devours a Mystic Grade Pranic Beast, he'll have a Mystic Grade Nature to use when necessary. Basically, the stronger his enemies become, the greater the fuel available for his Astral Chart to bank upon, and the more absurd his strength becomes.
"I understand," Harla Brimgan nodded in understanding, "I'll hasten the Crown Prince's growth and make him reach the 10-
Life Stage as soon as possible. Please bear with me until then."
"It won't be long before you can challenge the Boar King."
"You know exactly what I want to hear." Brandal Brimgan was overjoyed. It mattered not if he were to die to the Boar King. Just being able to face such an opponent caused him endless joy. After all, with his Gold Grade strength stacked ten times, Brandal Brimgan didn't have a suitable opponent to spar with.
None were his match. The only one he knew who could fight him was the Cooter Clan Chief, Geugeu. He didn't know about the existence of Raaha, for the Mammoth Clan that traded with the Brimgan Empire was the one made up of 44 Empyrean Tusks. Their Chief only had Silver Grade strength and cultivation of 8-Life Stage. He was too weak for Brandan Brimgan to even bother with.
The other Mammoth Clan roamed too far away. And hence, other than some rumours, nothing of substance about it reached the Brimgan Empire. As a result, Brandal Brimgan had no idea about Raaha, an existence stronger than Geugeu, his current goal to surpass.
"I await your response, Boar King." Brandal Brimgan muttered as his body trembled in excitement.