Grand Council Meeting (Part 1)

In the capital city of Lemorio, there was a fuss in the higher districts. The noblemen and aristrocrats woke up early and wore their fashionable dress since it would be a big day.

Some major nobles who owned land titles, fiefs and possessions were required to travel to the capital and join the meeting.

In the Grand Council Meeting the improvements for their country would be discussed, thus they needed to be presentable. Looking good with confidence gives more credibility in their words.

The meeting would be held in the castle. The castle was a huge building, towering upwards, made mostly of grey bricks.

Melvin and Rederick were walking confidently through the higher district. Rederick was currently carrying a leather bag. They were in their office suits.

Some of the nobles have took notice of them. They began murming to each other.

"Isn't that the beggar nobleman? I didn't expect him to join the meeting."

"Who invited him? What possessions and land does he even own? I doubt it is worth a discussion in the meeting."

"Haha, he probably just own some small shop."

Rederick was starting to get annoyed. "Mr President, they are starting to tick me off."

Melvin massaged his forehead. "Well, don't mind them. We have priorities." He was already tired of their nonsense.

While they waited, they were told to wait inside the fancy hall of the castle. Melvin saw the detailed garments and gowns worn by the nobles, accompanied with their aluring perfumes.

It was obvious that Melvin and Rederick would stand out from the rest due to their clothes. He sighed. Looks like they were the center of the attention.

As for the nobles, they were divided as well. Those with higher titles, larger assets, better fiefs and possessions grouped together while those the lesser ones were left out. Looks like this was the perfect oppurtunity for these nobles to flex their status.

Despite the toxic air, Melvin smiled seeing the castle hall. It looked like something from the museum and movies, the golden chandeliers hanging above, the blue banners of the Kingdom which had a white figure of a stallion and not to mention the colorful glasses of the windows. He wanted to take a photo but he'd rather not use his phone.

"Tsk, you're here too criminal." A familiar voice spoke.

Melvin was surprised to hear it. "It couldn't be."

He got startled when he saw a familiar noble.

It was Marcquess Millford, staring haughtily at Melvin. But Melvin quickly frowned when he saw four slave girls carrying him on a chair. They had iron rings and chains on their necks. Their clothes looked clean but it was slightly suggestive. He also had a whip on his arm.

They looked tired and could barely standing. Their legs were shivering as they moved a step.

They were probably sex slaves yet they were forced to take on such work. Melvin couldn't get more annoyed.

Then several guards appeared behind the Marcquess. "Unfortunately for you since I've discussed some things with his highness recently, I was given a right by his highness to strip you of your lands and title." He then smirked.

Melvin stroked his chin. Though to be honest he had none to begin with. If they were to find out he was not a noble, he would get no chance to join the meeting.

He might as well play along.

"I understand. You can take anything from me once this meeting is over."

The Marcques rage began to rise for no reason. He sneered and then whipped his slave.

"Kyah!" She yelled. She sniffled a bit.

"Hey bring me closer."

The slaves nodded. They then moved step close to Melvin.

Now that Melvin and the Marcquess were close, they were staring at each other. "You think I can't remember when your subordinate hit me back then?"

"Huh?"

So this was the Marcquess, his partial ownership of the mines caused every noble here to see him on a pedestal. They wouldn't even bother to stop him bantering in the castle halls.

Melvin was also aware that no violence shall occur during the event. He believed he could lose none so he put up with his nonsense. "Fine, what do you want?"

While the Marcquess was high on his chair, he lifted his boots and stomped on his head. He then rubbed it on his hair like he was a dirt rag.

"This is what you get for messing with me."

Melvin's eyes were blank. Seeing the nobles around them laughing at him like he was worse than a worm. 'Huh? Why am I in this situation again?'

That's right, he ran for presidency and then their country got transported into another world. But this scene reminded him back then.

Melvin was also bullied back in school. It was still a fresh memory despite it happened a long time ago. When one of the popular kids were picking on his childhood friend, he didn't hesitate to stand up with her.

Due to that, Melvin was bullied by their classmates though the bullying only stopped when he was ascended to the presidency in the student council.

Rederick was sneering, he pulled out his colt but Melvin stopped him. "Red, put it down. For now, we will follow what they say."

Rederick was worried. "Mr President."

"It's okay. We are almost done with our plans. Make sure to follow it and not let your emotions get in the way."

"What are you mumbling about?!" Marcquess Millford made his leg heavier downward forcing him to kneel on the floor.

Melvin was just gritting his teeth.

The nobles were either amused or impressed. "As expected, only Lord Millford knows how to put the other nobles back in their place."

"That's what you get for being too cocky the other day."

"Hmmph, I'm entertained seeing this clown being disciplined by Lord Millford."

Marquess Millford sighed. He lost some interest. He called out for his slave. "Hey you, hit him as hard as you can. If I don't find it satisfying, you'll be getting your punishment later on."

The slave nodded. She hesitantly moved close to Melvin. She looked concerned for her and Melvin's sake. A slave hitting a noble was a great offense in the capital. It could even lead to their death.

She looked innocent and kind. Not the type that would hit someone easily.

She was afraid of both choices thus she was stuck.

Melvin then gave a weak smile. "Go ahead, you can hit me."

"Are you sure?" She spoke with a soft voice.

"I'm all yours."

The slave gave a weak nod. She then clenched her fist. Melvin expected her punch to be weak due to her frame and even if it was he would over react to give an illusion that it was powerful.

Regardless, he needed to get through this as quick as he could. Dealing with the Marcquess in the future would be more annoying.

He closed his eyes and waited to get hit.

Melvin got hit on the cheeks which caused him to get flung and slammed on the floor. "Gah."

He was confused why her punch was like a boxer despite her lean body. Right now, his vision was turning black. He then passed out.

The slave was worried. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-- Kyah."

Millford whipped her again. "Who gave you permission to speak?! Return at once! But because your punch was satisfying I'll forgive you right now."

The slave nodded like a puppy and returned to the Marcquess's side.

Rederick tried to wake up Melvin but it was too late. "Mr. President, the meeting is starting soon, you can't sleep right now."

Melvin was talking in his sleep. "Looks like its true that getting hit by a girl can make you fly into the sky. I can see the angels right before me." He then was knocked out.

Rederick was scratching his head. "He looks like he'll be out for a while."

Later, they were invited in the throne room. A major feast was held to celebrate the gatherings of the important people. Various foods from the ring forest were served by the best chiefs of the Kingdom.

Looks like everyone who was expected to gather in the event were here, even the Duke himself.

They were having a good time consuming their meal on their tables.

But even then, looks like Melvin and Rederick weren't allowed to touch the food. Melvin was rubbing his bruised cheek as he sat opposite to Rederick. They were isolated.

"Phew, I'm glad you woke up."

Melvin scratched his chin. "Yeah I thought I was done for good. For now, we should check the King."

Looking in front, a lean and middle aged man with golden fabrics embroidered with silk walked towards the majestic throne. He had his golden, glinting crown. His face was frightening and serious. Just by looking at him, you would fear for your life.

The aura he exuded could cause everyone to get nervous.

Everyone on the sides began to bow.

Melvin and Rederick bowed as well. "So this is the King, huh? Well, he does look like a great dictator."

King Vulhelm sat firmly on his throne. He raised his arm which caused everyone to stand up. "We shall now commence the grand meeting."

The grand meeting was a time where every noble were given freedom to speak. Since open communication among hierarchies were difficult, this event was created.

Duke Harges stepped forward. He had a shrewd smile. He had something to say. "Business is still booming. The slave demands are always increasing and thus our yield is always high."

Harges owned the slavers company of this country. It was obvious he would boast about it.

Another noble stepped forward. "The taxing system seems to have increased our revenues with new visitors going into the capital."

The King nodded with a satisfied smile. "Good, good. I was glad I put you in that position."

The nobles smiled with the King's compliment.

Millford had something to say. "The progress in our mining has been little slow but I hired more slaves to catch up with our schedule. Give it a month or two, we will surpass the quota for iron."

"Millford, I know that I can count on you." The King said.

Another noble from the transportations spoke. "We've tamed these creatures called Beast Raptors, they are faster and have more stamina than horses. The imports of supplies will be faster and on time in the next upcoming weeks once these raptors would get trained properly."

A burly man wearing thick black armor walked in front. He seemed to be a warrior. "Your highness, we have more recruits for the Vallion Knights through out the country. With our defenses prepared we will be ready for the next hibernation period of the Veil Spiders."

The King began laughing. He held out his arms feeling joy. "As expected of my subordinates, everything is going well. The country of Rezgareth will become the best country in the southern sted. Given enough time we will soon have the power to launch an attack at the Trimperial."

The nobles were looking satisfied. They then clapped in reverence.

Millford then spoke. "Your highness, the country of Rezgareth won't be as good as it is without your ruling."

The nobles then followed. "We will gladly be of service to the country and to you your highness. We are glad to serve such a humble and kind King."

King Vulhelm chuckled. "All these things won't be possible without you. Now that I'm in a good mood, I'll nominate some of you. There are still some territories that I have yet to assign someone."

The nobles were glad to hear such news. They've been waiting for this moment. They murmured to each other hoping they would get picked.

The King continued speaking. "But before that let's give the others a chance to speak."

Someone from the back raised his arm.

"Yes you."

Melvin stood up. "Your highness I have something to speak. Do I have the freedom to?"

"Speak."

Melvin sighed. He loosened up. He endured so much just for this moment. "What kind of grand meeting is this supposed to be? All you did was to kiss each others ass. I'll show you how to manage a country and even make it better!"