3 Fangless Little Cub have courage

Everyone in the throne room went silent as they glanced at Zions and registered his words in their minds.

For the first time, the most well-known illegitimate prince and disgraced of the kings opens his mouth, not afraid of offending and angering the king.

They looked at him for a minute before moving their gaze back to the king, who was seated on the throne domineeringly with his one leg crossed to the other and his right arm under his chin, staring at Zion intently.

What they saw made them shake in fear, they knew the temperament of the king.

And right now, what they saw was the smile of the devil staring at his prey, or to be exact, staring at his fangless young cub.

"Good, what a good son you are now. It looks like the fangless cub I thought does still have the courage to bite.

But courage is not enough, Zion, Do remember, a fangless cub can never bite its prey nor lead a group.

Without fangs, you would just be the jester, which a group would never acknowledge as a leader. "

Zmnn... The king slightly repositions his body on the throne as he intently looks at Zion. He released a slight pressure to show who was the alpha, the king, and the strongest in the room, which the other nobles felt the pressure, even though it was not directed at them.

"Let me rephrase that word.

I would never acknowledge you.

You're just a mistake, disgraced, and a sin that your treacherous mother gave birth to. If not for my blood running into your veins, I would have killed you right here and now.

But, because of the blood and my magnanimity, I will pardon your sin. In exchange, you must kneel and swear to the throne, to the spirit, and in your blood never to use the royal house name Alteria again, or your soul will be condemned to eternal suffering.

Which option do you prefer: Die or Swear?

My time is limited, so choose immediately. "

Zion heard his father's words and the pressure he released made him kneel to the ground, sweating bullets while trying to fight the pressure in his body.

'If you just want me to swear and leave your kingdom, just say so.

I'll be foolish enough to stay in this forsaken kingdom while my life is on the line.

I just transmigrated to this world, and Atropos is already waving his scissors to cut my thread.

There is no way that I will let my thread of life be cut off. Not to this royal,

The choice has always been clear: Damn royal, I don't need your kingdom and bloodline.'

Keep the thread rolling, Clotho, the world is still waiting for me to discover.

Bam... Zion allowed the pressure of the force and didn't fight any longer, as he knelt without fighting back.

It's not that he wants to kneel. It's just that the pressure of the force is too strong for a normal being like him.

The fact that he was strictly observed by the king's guards and maids, not allowing him to learn swordsmanship and other forms of techniques, is already proof of how unfavorable and disgusted his family was towards him.

But, thankfully, they didn't turn the original Zion into a total moron. They still allowed him to at least learn to read and teach the basics of etiquette privately, but still strictly.

"Now what do you choose, my little cub?"

All the nobles looked at him with interest, as if waiting for him to say the word die. He even thought that he heard some whisper of betting and praying that he would choose death.

'What good nobles you all are. Where's the etiquette that you learn? You truly represent the noblest of medieval eras.'

Zion glared daggers at the king, his royal siblings, his stepmothers, and the nobles who prayed that he would choose death.

With his glare, they would have been stabbed a hundred thousand times.

"King Father, it looks like Zion is glaring at you."

Lania attracted King Lionel's attention before pointing at Zion, who was standing at the center, while his arms were in dungeon chains.

"Zion, let me give you another piece of advice. Never stare at me with those dilated eyes. " Bam...

The pressure intensified as the king's face got distorted in anger at what Lania said. The number one thing he, the king, hated the most was being glared at.

Not even the nobles dared to do this in his presence.

But now the little cab without fangs dared to, with all the nobles and his royal family present. If he doesn't put pressure on Zion as a punishment, then where would his face be after the trial of his little cub?

Boom... Zion felt the pressure intensify. He felt his bones crack, making him sweat bullets.

"Tsk, you dare"

Boom...

When Zion shouted to the king with cursing words, he felt that his body was being gripped and was forced to be thrown into the big hands of the king.

The next thing he knew, he was being strangled by his father's left hand and being lifted a few inches near his face.

He swore that if he transmigrated with this close to a man, he would believe he was being exploited and would try to force something into his life.

Thankfully, such a scenario didn't happen.

"Never glare or raise your voice in front of me; shove that to your puny little brain cub.

Even though you're a disgrace and a sinner, I will allow you to have a choice.

Die now or swear to the throne, to the spirit, and in your blood never to use the royal house name Alterion ever again, or your soul will be condemned to eternal suffering.

Now choose."

Kek kek... Zion holds his father's left hand as he gasps for air...

"I swear... kek... Iaish… I swear with my life on the line. "

Swish... Like a rag, he was thrown down to where he was kneeling before. Boom...

Cough...cough... Zion coughed so much that he forgot he was still in the presence of the king.

"See is that hard little cub, hahaha," the king laughed heartily as he saw the throne light up in response to Zion's words.

Now Zion's blood is finally locked for eternity, and he can say he is not a part of the Altaria royal family anymore.

" Royal announcer, tell the real verdict. I have no intention of playing as a loving father to the young cub. "

"Ah, aah, yes, my king will do so..." The royal announcer once again stepped forward near the king and took out the real verdict on Zion.

"Zion Altaria, the verdict of the king for your sins of stealing from the treasury is banishment."

Some nobles looked at each other and started to whisper about Zion's choice, as they knew the play was not finished yet.

The king heard the nobles, but now he didn't care.

Even if Zion died, so what? He was just an illegitimate, disgraceful, and sinful child after all.

The king's first play expectation should be like this:

.... Kings Expectation first play .....

Zion would kneel, cry, and thank the king for giving him such a big city to manage and control. He was planning on letting Zion's mind fly in the clouds of happiness, then dragged him down to the ground by laughing and ridiculing him.

Why should he give such a big city to an illegitimate, dumb, and disgraceful child, ever since Zion was born, he was always reminded that he sinned against his ancestor.

He would rather destroy the city than give it to Zion.

To be continued.