Chapter 4.2
"Let us begin..., I welcome you all, I know how long it took thy lords to come here, and the journey back will be long so I'll keep it short. From this day on my aid Omorfia will be in charge of decisions regarding this wretched place... Other than that nothing has changed, if you wish to voice you opinion say so, if you wish to change something you don't like feel, free to challenge me..."
The nobles all stared at him with pure confusion, their eyes glancing forth between their now female ruler, who seemed much younger than them, and their previous king Akull. Almost simultaneously five of the 20 nobles wished for a duel for the throne.
"I humbly accept your challenge" Omorfia.
All of them soon stepped into the Royal Gardens.
"Who shall be the first on to challenge me?" Omorfia.
"I shall." The man who challenged her seemed to be a man of 50, had an aura of power, but still nothing compared to Yfir's... The standerbys started cheered for him, he seemed that be an influential person, and well know for his abilities.
"Don't let me down Omorfia..." The sharp look shattered whatever defense you put up. At that moment all she could utter was "Yes, my Lord."
"Take you position fighters...Get ready...go!!!"
Omorfia leaped up, quick chanted a tier 3 spell with precision, but was dodged as quickly as she chanted. The man had battle experience for sure, as soon as the duel started he took a defensive stance, protecting himself from multiple angles. After the successful dodge he went on the offensive. Holding his spear he imbued it with his mana, a difficult move to do for those without years of training, he suddenly entered Omorfias safe zone while she was still in the air... Going in for the kill, he jabbed her, his spear easily puncturing her organs and portruding out of her back.
*Poof
The lifeless corpse was just a dummy, the warrior realized too late. He looked back on the ground. There stood the young lady. "It's over... Burn my enemies FIRELANCE!"
Before the man could even say anything he was pierced with the glowing red spear, in an instant he burned to death, his screams bounced of the walls of the castle. "Anyone else...?" Her glare was quick to quell all resistance, the nobles knew that if they followed her they would certainly thrive.
They all bowed before her and in unison said. "Long live Queen Omorfia."