Crownless Reincarnation: New World? Nah I'd win
Chapter 156: Sylvan Kingdom [2]

Chapter 156: Sylvan Kingdom [2]

Akamir tapped his fingers on the armrest as he looked at the elf standing on the side.

Impatience was clear on his face that he wasn’t even trying to hide now.

The room they were in was beautiful.

Curved wooden beams, walls etched with glowing runes.

A ceiling that opened just enough to let soft sunlight trickle in.

But no amount of beauty could hide the fact that they were being stalled.

"When is your Royal advisor coming?" Viros groaned, sitting on the corner. "It’s been two hours already."

"Sir Lewin is a busy person." The elf in armour said. "Please wait for a little longer."

Though it may sound like a request, it was rather an order.

Akamir rubbed the back of his neck as he stared at the elf.

’They are doing this on purpose.’

Akamir was far more aware of their tactics than they expected.

How could he not? He has used it a lot of times before.

To create a psychological pressure on his opponent.

Like they were the ones who were in the wrong.

’Lewin is trying to make sure we are being suppressed.’

Maybe it was because of the Imoyan company.

The elves always wanted to take over the company since the beginning.

The elf standing by the door didn’t react to any of it.

His expression hadn’t changed once since they entered the room.

Akamir narrowed his eyes slightly at the elf. "Is this normal treatment for guests who come with your kingdom’s seal?"

"Sir Lewin handles all affairs relating to foreign mana disturbances." The elf blinked once. "Your arrival falls under his purview."

Akamir let out a chuckle as he looked up at the ceiling. ’Fucking pieces of shits.’

Finally, after six more minutes, the door opened up.

The air seemed to shift in an instant.

In walked a tall elf, dressed in a long robe of deep emerald with golden lining.

His hair was white, not with age, but from birth, glowing faintly like moonlight.

His steps were soundless, his presence commanding.

The elf guard at the door straightened instantly. "Sir Lewin."

Lewin gave a nod in response, then turned his piercing eyes toward Akamir.

"So," he said slowly, his voice smooth but firm. "You are the one with the Imoyan company’s seal?"

Akamir stood up, brushing the folds of his coat. "Took your time."

Lewin didn’t smile. "Time is the one thing I can’t afford to waste. So I suggest we skip the pleasantries."

He walked further into the room and took a seat across from Akamir, resting his hands on the table between them.

"I’ve done some... digging into you." He said, his golden eyes on him. "Why is the Krivos royal consort here?"

"Sightseeing." Akamir said without a change in his tone. "I came to see the beauty of the elven kingdom."

Lewin didn’t seem to buy his words as his face morphed into anger.

"I suggest you speak the truth." He said, his voice low. "Otherwise...."

"I am telling the truth." Akamir replied, staring at him. "Why would I lie?"

Lewin’s fingers tapped once on the table, making sharp sounds.

’He is trying to irritate me into speaking more than necessary.’

Akamir held back his laugh as he looked at the elf.

Despite his appearance, Akamir was sure the man was more than two hundred years old.

His way of doing things wasn’t something a youngling would do.

"You really expect me to believe that the royal consort of Krivos crossed half the kingdom just to sightsee?" he finally said, his tone flat. "You insult our intelligence."

"And you insult mine by assuming I’d come here without a reason I can defend." Akamir replied coolly, meeting his gaze without hesitation.

The two stared at each other in silence, neither blinking.

Luca fidgeted nervously in his seat while Viros munched on something he had pulled from his pocket, completely unfazed.

Lewin finally leaned back, exhaling slowly. "What is your relationship with Imoyan company?"

Akamir shrugged as he was already expecting the question.

He was sure this was the reason why Lewin even stopped them in the first place.

"I have no relationship with them." He replied, looking at him. "It was them who approached Queen Inara to help her."

"For the battle of the throne?" Lewin guessed, his tone even.

Akamir just nodded without any words.

"So, you have no relation with the Imoyan company?" He asked, like he was confirming it. "But you still have their seal?"

Akamir didn’t flinch at his calm yet threatening voice. "Is there a problem?"

"This reason alone is enough for me to throw you away." Lewin said, "to keep my kingdom safe."

Akamir leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table. "If I were here to cause trouble, don’t you think I’d have done it by now?"

Lewin didn’t answer immediately.

"And yet," Lewin said at last, "your presence stirs unease."

"That’s because you don’t like not being in control," Akamir said plainly. "I get it. If someone walked into my house waving another man’s seal, I’d be suspicious too."

"You speak boldly for a guest."

"I speak honestly," Akamir corrected him. "You can spend all day grilling me, but it won’t change the fact that I’m not here to challenge your authority."

Lewin let out a chuckle. "There is no one in the kingdom who can do that."

Akamir leaned forward, eyes on him. "Is this a challenge?"

Lewin’s smile faded as fast as it had come.

"Careful there." Nayomi’s voice echoed from the side. "He is stronger than you by a lot."

’It doesn’t matter.’

Akamir, as of now, was here with the name of the Imoyan company.

If he even tried to touch him, Lewin would risk losing everything.

And Akamir was sure the man was smart enough to understand that.

’It’s easy to control a smart one who always thinks ahead.’

Lewin slowly stood up from his seat as he began to walk away.

"You have three days." He said, without looking at him. "After that, you will get out of my kingdom."

Akamir didn’t mind his attitude as he stood up as well. "Well, thanks. I guess."

Just when Lewin was about to walk away, Akamir stopped him once again.

"I have a request." Akamir said, looking at him.

Lewin looked back at him. "I am listening."

"I wish to meet with the Empress Seraphina." Akamir said, "it’s important."

For the first time since they met, Lewin showed an abnormal reaction.

An anger like Akamir had asked for his possession.

But it only lasted for a second.

He drew in a deep breath, calming himself down. "Tell me, I will relay the message."

"I would like to do it myself." Akamir said, his voice even. "Like I said, it’s important."

"You must be either very bold," Lewin said slowly, "or very stupid."

"Maybe both," Akamir replied calmly. "But that doesn’t change what I asked."

"Do you even understand what you’re requesting?" Lewin’s voice dropped lower, his tone sharp now. "The Empress hasn’t granted a private audience in over a decade."

"My request still stands."

"You either tell me or you keep your words to yourself."

Saying so, Lewin walked out of the room without even looking back.

Akamir remained within the room for a while as even the guard elf left.

’...Hmm.’

He rubbed the back of his neck as he picked up his bag, and so did Luca and Viros.

’Something is definitely wrong here.’

Had he not sensed the weirdness of the place, Akamir would have given the letter to Lewin.

’...But I don’t think he would pass the letter to the Empress.’

Call it a king’s intuition, but Akamir was sure it will happen.

Lewin is keeping the Empress in a cage for a reason.

They walked out of the room and found themselves on the streets of the city.

"So, what now?" Viros asked, looking at Akamir.

The wheat-blonde-haired boy let out a sigh as he looked around.

His plan was to meet with the Empress, pass her the letter, and then get to Velyrian’s master.

’...But it seems like I can’t do that now.’

Now, the only way to get an audience with her was to force his way in.

’Well, I can’t do that alone.’

He let out a sigh as he rubbed his chin.

Akamir took out the letter he got from Velyrian and read the address on the back.

He then looked back at the two brothers.

"We are going to Avlyen."