Re-Overlord: I Can Acquire Anything!
Chapter 172: Demand of Submission

Chapter 172: Demand of Submission

CLACK. CLACK.

The heavy doors of the Federation’s Grand Hall creaked open, letting in the echo of boots against polished marble. Igaris Vance and Evernight walked calmly through the golden archway, led by two ceremonial guards.

Their path ended at the heart of the chamber—a vast round table where twenty of the most powerful councilors in the Federation sat, cloaked in various garments of rank and color.

All eyes landed on the two.

Some widened in awe. Others narrowed in scrutiny.

"Ladies and gentlemen," a man with refined features and perfectly combed hair stood up, adjusting his square glasses. His voice rang with elegance. "Today, the Architect’s Heir, Igaris Vance, and the Architect’s Daughter Calypso grace us with their presence. Let us give them a warm welcome."

CLAP. CLAP. CLAP.

Applause broke out. Some clapped with genuine excitement, others with lazy indifference. A few barely moved their hands, offering only hollow gestures of protocol.

Igaris’s sharp gaze swept across them. His expression remained neutral, but he registered it all—the hostility, the envy, the veiled fear behind polished smiles.

He understood.

His very presence threatened the balance they had fought to maintain. There was no divine prophecy. No crown offered on a silver platter. Yet, the people still whispered his name with reverence. Because he had the Architect’s eyes..

And that alone made them tremble.

Evernight, in her half angel half demonic form, stood still beside him with arms crossed. Her silence was sharp enough to slice through arrogance.

Igaris stepped forward.

THUMP.

He dropped into a chair near the center of the table, leaned back, then raised his leg and rested it casually on the edge of the sacred round table.

It was a deliberate act of arrogance. To see the reaction of the Councilmen.

The sound echoed louder than it should have.

Gasps rang out. Murmurs spread.

"Arrogant brat!"

"He put his foot on the table?!"

"How disrespectful! Must be from the gutters."

Suddenly an older woman, her hair snow-white and her robe shimmering with command, glared without rising from her seat.

"So. What does the Heir of the Great Architect want from us? Have you come here to help us wipe out the Summoners entirely?"

Her voice sliced through the room like a cold dagger.

And the room went still.

Evernight glanced at Igaris.

But he smiled—slow, dangerous, unbothered.

He didn’t answer right away. Letting silence stretch. Letting tension fester.

Then, he replied in a steady and cold voice:

"The Architect had a greater vision. A world not divided by power or blood, but united in opportunity. For humans and for summoners alike. But that dream... has been trampled. Stained by centuries of greed and fear, twisted by those who clung to control."

He lifted his hand, fingers slicing through the air like a judge declaring fate.

"Now, we return to restore that vision. She and I. And to do that, I require your support."

A quiet hum built beneath his words, his presence filling the hall with an invisible pressure.

"Submit your armies to me. No conditions. No interference. I demand absolute authority over all military operations under the Federation’s banner. In return, I will give you something none of you could achieve in decades of bloodshed."

He paused, his voice dipping into finality.

"I will give you victory."

Bang!

A heavy fist slammed the polished round table.

"Outrageous!" roared a bald man with veins bulging from his neck.

Almost half the council rose from their seats. Chairs scraped back with a screech. Cloaks fluttered. Voices rose like a tide of thunder crashing over calm waters.

"You dare walk in here and make demands?"

"Do you think we’re fools, boy? Incompetents?"

"Who are you to issue commands like a sovereign? The Architect may have built this land, but it was us, the descendants, who nurtured it. We carved cities, built armies, defended borders. We bled for this Paradis!"

Another councilor, a grizzled woman with burn scars across her cheek, spat to the side and pointed a jeweled finger at him.

"You speak of visions and dreams, but what we see is a child, raised in exile, returning with a ghost’s name and expecting us to kneel. Tell us, heir... why should we?"

The room pulsed with contempt. Mecha controller devices roared in their wrists ready give death command.

Evernight stood still beside Igaris, her eyes watching everything. Calculating. Measuring who among them trembled, and who roared out of fear.

But Igaris... he didn’t even blink.

His foot still rested on the table.

His smile returned.

Then raising a single finger, he spoke with a chilling clarity that silenced even the murmurs at the edge of the round table.

"There is only one enemy. The gods... and their children. But if you all insist on standing against me for the sake of my vision, then I have no choice."

His voice grew colder, sharper, slicing through the room like frozen steel.

"I will teach you a lesson that even death will not allow you to forget."

A tense beat passed before chaos erupted.

"You little bastard!" one of the older councilors snapped, his face twisted in fury. "I’ve heard enough of your madness. You need to be restrained, drugged if necessary, before your delusions poison this Federation. Am I right, everyone?"

"Yes! Absolutely!"

"The Architect’s heir must’ve gone senile. Completely out of his mind. He needs treatment, not command."

"That explains it. I always wondered how a mortal boy could wield godlike power. The pressure must’ve cracked his tiny little brain."

Laughter and jeers spread through half the room like wildfire. Chairs rattled as fists pounded tables. More than half the council stood, voices raised in outrage.

But not all of them.

The rest remained seated. Silent. Watching.

Some with narrowed eyes, others with beads of sweat sliding down their temples.

Hesitation hung like smoke in the air, thick and choking.

They didn’t speak. Not yet.

But their silence was louder than the shouting.

And Igaris noticed.

He slowly brought his foot off the table and stood up with casual grace. His presence felt heavier now, almost suffocating. Power uncoiled beneath his skin like a dragon stirring in its sleep.

Evernight stood alert, ready to sprang into action.