Reborn as the Last van Ambrose
Chapter 243: Dinner

Chapter 243: Dinner

The palace dining hall was built for intimidation as much as hospitality.

A long table dominated the center of the room, with nine high-backed chairs arranged along its length. Each chair bore carved symbols that marked the rank and specialization of the nine-tailed elders who would occupy them.

Grim arrived precisely on time, having learned that punctuality was considered essential among fox spirits. Ruxi met him at the entrance, her expression carrying more tension than he had seen since their arrival.

"Remember," she said quietly, "they’re testing you tonight. Not just your knowledge or abilities, but your character and temperament. Some of them want you to fail."

"Which ones?"

"Elder Míngzhì, certainly. He’s believed for centuries that humans are inherently inferior and dangerous. Elder might support him—she’s suspicious of all foreigners. Elder Xuěhuā could go either way."

"And the others?"

"Elder Zhìhuì has been impressed by your political knowledge. Elder Cháng believes fresh perspectives strengthen the council. Elder Míngjìng remains neutral on most issues." She paused. "The remaining three will judge based on tonight’s performance."

Guards opened the dining hall doors, revealing the nine elders already seated around the table. Each possessed the nine tails that marked the highest level of fox spirit power, and their combined presence created an atmosphere of barely contained magical energy.

Húwáng sat at the head of the table. He gestured to an empty chair positioned directly across from Elder Míngzhì.

"Lord Ambrose," the king said formally, "welcome to our council table. Tonight you dine as our guest and potential ally."

Grim took his seat, immediately aware that every gesture was being evaluated. The positioning was deliberate—he faced Elder Míngzhì directly while being surrounded by two of the more neutral elders.

Elder Míngzhì was ancient even by fox spirit standards, his appearance suggesting centuries of accumulated wisdom and hardened opinions. His nine tails moved with controlled precision, and his eyes held the kind of penetrating intelligence that missed nothing.

"Lord Ambrose," Míngzhì said without preamble, "we have heard much about your... methods in human politics. Tell us, do you believe violence is an acceptable tool for achieving political goals?"

The question was clearly intended to expose what the elder viewed as human barbarism. Grim considered his response carefully.

"I believe violence is sometimes necessary to protect those who cannot protect themselves," he replied. "But it should be the last resort, not the first option."

"And who determines when that last resort has been reached?" Elder asked, her voice carrying obvious skepticism.

"Those who will bear the consequences of both action and inaction," Grim said.

"How convenient," Míngzhì observed dryly. "Every tyrant in history has justified their actions by claiming necessity."

"Perhaps," Grim agreed. "But every victim of tyranny has also suffered because those who could have acted chose not to."

The exchange established the tone for the evening. The elders asked probing questions about his background, his motivations, and his understanding of power and responsibility.

Some questions were clearly hostile, others genuinely curious, and a few seemed designed to test his knowledge of fox spirit culture.

Elder Zhìhuì, whose specialization was political strategy, proved most engaging. "Your handling of the Luminaris situation shows sophisticated understanding of economic and social pressure. How would you adapt such methods to fox spirit society?"

"I wouldn’t," Grim replied immediately. "Fox spirit society operates on different principles than human civilization. Methods that work in one context could be destructive in another."

"But surely some principles are universal?" Elder Xuěhuā suggested.

"Power exists in all societies," Grim agreed. "But how it’s acquired, maintained, and exercised varies dramatically. Your consensus-based approach requires patience and compromise that would be seen as weakness in human society."

"And what about your approach?" Míngzhì pressed. "Would it be seen as barbaric in fox spirit society?"

"Probably," Grim admitted. "Which is why I’m here learning your ways rather than attempting to impose my own."

The honesty seemed to surprise several elders. Elder Cháng, who had remained quiet through most of the discussion, leaned forward with obvious interest.

"What have you learned so far about our ways?" he asked.

"That you value harmony over efficiency, relationship over transaction, and long-term stability over short-term advantage," Grim replied. "These aren’t weaknesses, as I initially thought, but different approaches to similar problems."

"Initially thought they were weaknesses?" Míngzhì’s voice carried dangerous undertones.

"I was wrong," Grim said simply. "Human education teaches us to view efficiency and rapid results as inherently superior. Observing your society has shown me that this assumption is often false."

The admission drew murmurs from around the table. Elder Míngjìng, who had been observing silently, spoke for the first time.

"What would you change about human society if you could?"

"The assumption that conflict is inevitable," Grim replied after a moment’s thought. "Humans tend to view disagreement as grounds for opposition rather than opportunities for better understanding."

"And yet your own methods rely heavily on conflict," pointed out.

"Because I was working within human systems," Grim explained. "I used the tools available to me in the context where I found myself. That doesn’t mean I believe those tools are optimal for all situations."

Elder Zhìhuì looked thoughtful. "So you’re suggesting you could adapt your methods to different contexts?"

"I’m suggesting I’m trying to learn how to do so," Grim corrected. "Adaptation requires understanding, and understanding takes time."

"Time we may not have," Míngzhì said sharply. "Your reputation precedes you, Lord Ambrose. You’ve built power through intimidation and destruction. What assurance do we have that you won’t eventually turn those methods against us?"

The question hung in the air like a challenge. Grim understood that his answer would significantly influence how the council viewed his petition.

"You have no such assurance," he said quietly. "Just as I have no assurance that you won’t eventually decide that human alliance is dangerous to your interests."

"At least you’re honest about the risks," Elder Xuěhuā observed.

"Alliance always involves risk," Grim continued. "The question is whether the benefits justify those risks, and whether both parties are committed to making the relationship work despite inevitable difficulties."

"And are you committed to making it work?" Elder Cháng asked.

"I’m committed to Princess Ruxi," Grim replied. "Which means I’m committed to earning your acceptance and proving that I can be a valuable ally rather than a potential threat."

"Pretty words," Míngzhì said dismissively. "But words are easily spoken. What actions would you take to demonstrate this commitment?"

"Whatever actions you deem appropriate," Grim said. "I’m here to learn and to prove myself, not to negotiate terms."

The response seemed to catch several elders off guard. Elder Míngjìng looked particularly surprised.

"You would submit to our judgment?" he asked.

"Within reason," Grim replied. "I won’t betray my own principles or abandon my responsibilities to my people. But I’m willing to demonstrate my commitment through actions rather than arguments."

Húwáng, who had remained mostly silent through the exchanges, finally spoke. "The council will consider your words and evaluate your actions in the coming weeks. Tonight was intended to allow you to present yourself directly rather than through intermediaries."

"I appreciate the opportunity," Grim said.

"We shall see if you continue to appreciate it," Míngzhì muttered, though his tone suggested less hostility than before.

As the formal dinner concluded, the elders began to disperse. Some nodded respectfully to Grim as they departed, while others maintained careful neutrality.

Elder Zhìhuì approached as Grim prepared to leave. "Your answers tonight were... unexpected," he said. "I had been prepared for arrogance or defensiveness."

"Would those have been more effective?" Grim asked.

"No," the elder replied with what might have been amusement. "But they would have been more predictable. We shall see how you handle the less formal aspects of court life."

As Grim and Ruxi walked back toward his quarters, she looked obviously relieved.

"That went better than I expected," she said. "Father was right—your directness works better with our people than diplomatic deflection would have."

"And Elder Míngzhì?"

"Still suspicious, but less hostile. He expected you to defend your actions rather than acknowledge their limitations."

"Will that be enough to earn his support?"

"Probably not," Ruxi admitted. "But it might be enough to prevent his active opposition. With the council, that’s often the best outcome you can hope for."

[Interesting approach,] Caius observed as they reached Grim’s quarters. [Admitting weakness instead of projecting strength.]

"Sometimes honesty is more disarming than bravado," Grim replied silently. "Especially when dealing with people who expect deception."