Attacked

Elion pounced on the imposter, but the man was quick to evade him.

"Elion!"

"Master!"

"Jarett!"

"Your Highness!"

Shouts fell at once and everyone was shocked out of their minds to see Elion attack the Crown Prince.

Zevan appeared before his Master instantly and held him back, glancing at his king, who was staring at them in horror.

"Master, we should..."

"You imposter. I am going to kill you tonight," Elion seethed and directed a ball of flames toward him.

Everyone sucked in a deep breath when they saw his actions, especially when they noticed the blue ball of flames. It was the strongest flame, after the astral flame and no one had escaped from it once struck.

"Jarett..." King Harold shouted in anguish while the others held their breaths.

Elion did not stop and directed more balls of flames at the imposter, each stronger than the other and everyone held their breaths.

But Jarett evaded the attacks agilely and the fireballs ended up hitting empty spots which immediately combusted into ash.

"Master, Master, please calm down. We need to be careful," Zevan tried to calm him.

But Elion was too consumed by his fury to heed his advice. His eyes were red and he gnashed his teeth as he glared at the imposter.

Zevan sensed something to be wrong when he noticed the imposter's expression. Although he was panicking, his eyes were smiling diabolically.

Elion summoned all his power and directed bolts of lightning at him. However, before he could succeed, an unexpected force struck him in his chest and he spat out a mouthful of blood instantly.

"Master," Zevan screamed in anguish and stared at King Harold in despair.

"What do you think you are doing?' Harold was fuming in anger and he gave him a death stare.

"Your Majesty, he is not Prince Jarett. He is an imposter. He..." Elion choked on his blood and clenched his jaw in pain. "He is an imposter."

"Elion, you have lost your mind. How dare you call my son an imposter!" Harold was livid and he was close to killing the man who was trying to hurt his son.

"Father, I presume there is some misunderstanding," Jarett said, darting Elion a perplexed look. "I cannot fathom why Elion is calling me an imposter."

"You monster. I am going to kill you," Elion's eyes were blazing with fire. If he had not lost all his energy, he would have smashed his head for sure. 

"Elion," King Harold warned. 

"Your Majesty, do not believe him. He is lying. He is deceiving all of us. He is not Prince Jarett," Elion shouted, disregarding his pain for some time.

"Zevan, tell them. Tell them the truth." Elion turned to Zevan who was holding him. "Tell them that he is not Prince Jarett."

Zevan closed his eyes for a moment before raising his head and meeting King Harold's furious gaze. 

"Master is right, Your Majesty. He is not Prince Jarett. He is an imposter."

"You..." King Harold saw red and he flicked two fingers.

Zevan was instantly lifted in the air, his eyes widening in horror.

"Zevan!" Elion shouted in fright, his voice shaking in trepidation.

Zevan was not prepared for the attack. By the time he realized what was happening, he was falling hard. In no time, he plundered to the ground and was slammed hard. 

Zevan groaned in pain. His bones seemed to have been broken and he lay paralyzed in his spot. He clenched his jaw as he endured the pain.

"How dare you peasants call my son, the Crown Prince, an imposter! You must be tired of living. I will kill you today."

"King Harold," King Darcy stopped him before the man lost control. "Calm down. There must be a misunderstanding here."

"Yes, King Harold. Let us first find out what is happening," King Thalor agreed, his forehead marred with creases. He looked at Zevan cryptically, unable to comprehend what had transpired in just a few seconds.

"King Harold, let us talk it out first. Do not do anything you might regret later," King Samael coaxed the man and eventually King Harold succumbed to their words.

However, he didn't stop glowering at the two men who had been audacious enough to call his son an imposter.

"There must be a misunderstanding. Let us first find out what is happening," Jarett too added. His face was unreadable. Nobody knew what was running in mind. 

However, King Darcy did not miss the strange intonation in his voice. He was not merely suggesting, he was ordering. Darcy was baffled by the prince's actions. 

'Why is Prince Jarett ordering his father? What is happening here?' 

Darcy's eyes shook and he examined Zevan whose face had lost all color before looking at Elion who was glaring at the Crown Prince in resentment.

'Is he really an imposter as Zevan and Elion said?' King Darcy wondered, his gaze wavering towards the prince. But he stiffened instantly when he saw the man already looking at him.

Once their eyes met, the prince smiled at him and Darcy grimaced in return, hiding his thoughts for the moment. However, he was suspicious and a bad feeling crept up on him. The prince was not behaving himself. He had never felt such a dark aura from his before.

Darcy pursed his lips and was now more or less convinced by Elion and Zevan's words.

"What misunderstanding could there be? On what grounds are they labeling you as an imposter?" Harold was still irate. If Elion was not a man he trusted and Zevan his disciple, he would have killed them in an instant. 

"Father, let us discuss matter inside, shall we? We can clear all the misunderstandings," Jarett suggested and a chill ran down Darcy's spine when he saw the imposter skillfully control Harold.

Harold closed his eyes and huffed. A few moments of silence fell over while he calmed himself down.

"You better have a reason for your impudence. Otherwise, I will not spare you," he threatened and turned around, his robe fluttering with the wind behind him.

"King Darcy, King Samael, King Thalor, I apologize for the spectacle. My men have made a fool of themselves."

"I understand, King Harold. If you would not mind, we would like to join you when you interrogate Zevan and Elion," Darcy said, ignoring the puzzled looks the other two kings were giving him.

"That..." Harold hesitated. He was not keen on involving the three kings in such embarrassing matters.

"Father, I agree. The three kings could judge the situation if things go wrong." Jarett jumped into the conversation and advised and Harold agreed instantly.

Darcy was frightened to see the level of control the imposter had on King Harold. It was as if he was controlling a puppet. His suspicions increased and he became cautious at once. Yet, he did not reveal anything and nodded at the prince.

"Fine. Let us meet in the throne room after half an hour," Harold looked at the master and the disciple coldly before he vanished from the spot.

Darcy wanted to question Zevan. But since the imposter was still around, he did not dare mess up and he too vanished from the place.

One by one, everyone left the place and a few people who were close to Elion and Zevan helped them to their chambers. But they did not linger around much and departed after the healer healed them.

"Master, are you hurt?" Zevan kneeled before his master and wiped the blood on his chin and neck.

"I am fine, Zevan. How about you?"

"I am fine, Master. Healer Markus healed me."

"Good, good."

"Master, how did the situation turn out like this?" Zevan was in despair and his gaze was blank.

"It is all my fault, Zevan. I could not control my fury." Elion regretted his rashness and berated himself for not thinking clearly. 

"Did I not warn you that no one would believe you?" An amused voice sounded suddenly and the imposter appeared before them the next second.