I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 793: Meet The King

Eccar stepped into the throne room with the same leisurely air he carried everywhere, like a man walking into a dinner party rather than an audience with a king.

His eyes scanned the massive chamber. This just like any throne room of a king, vaulted ceilings, banners heavy with gold thread, and thick stone columns carved with the ancient sigils of the kingdom. A little bit less grand than king Gulben's chamber but still amazing.

At the far end sat the king on his throne, lit from above by flickering crystal lanterns that cast a flicker of silver and firelight across his armor and the crimson velvet draped behind him.

King Aethor was likely around Adrius's age, maybe slightly older, though the years wore differently on the two men. While Adrius carried wisdom in his gaze, King Aethor wore something else entirely, like an edge.

His long dark hair spilled over broad shoulders, and a thick beard framed his stern jaw. But it was his eyes that struck the strongest note. His eyes is perpetually sharp, like the edge of a blade that had never dulled or never sheathed. There was a hardness in them that could make most men feel as if they were being measured and found lacking the moment they stepped into the room.

But Eccar wasn't most men.

He met the king's gaze calmly, hands buried in the pockets of his trousers, his expression unbothered. There was no arrogance, no bravado—just the quiet confidence of someone who had fought creatures far more terrifying than political authority.

Eccar could feel the king's power, the disciplined force coiled tightly in the man's presence. But it didn't intimidate him. He knew with full certainty that he was much stronger and he will not be restrained even though the king don't accept his explanations.

Aethor's sharp eyes locked onto Eccar, and the air grew subtly heavier as the king reached out with his Magic senses, to probing hi strenght.

Then it happened.

Aethor's expression shifted, just slightly. His brows twitched. A barely perceptible flicker of unease passed across his eyes.

What he sensed was not just strong—it was something beyond measure. Something vast and ancient, like a beast asleep in the deep that could awaken with the wrong word.

Eccar's presence didn't just surpass the king's, it eclipsed it. It was an overwhelming force, quiet and concealed, but undeniable.

The king's hand that resting on the armrest of his throne, twitched.

Eccar walked slowly across the marble floor, his boots echoing in the silence. He didn't bow. He didn't speak yet. His smirk remained faint, but present.

In truth, he hated that he was here. This supposed to be Erend's business. But of course, the man himself was off doing something important like meeting his family, while Eccar had to deal with the king.

Whatever. He finally stopped a few meters from the throne, tilted his head slightly, and said in a tone just casual enough to sound disrespectful.

"Nice place you've got here, your majesty."

Around the edges of the room, several advisors and guards shifted uncomfortably. Aethor's eyes narrowed.

But Eccar just waited for the king to speak.

King Aethor finally leaned forward, resting both forearms on his throne's broad armrests. Then he spoke with deep and steady voice, but carried the weight of a ruler who chose his words with precision.

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"I am grateful," he said, "for the help the Dragonborn gave our world during the time of the Great Calamity. If not for your intervention, that creature might have consumed the entire world. I do not forget such debts."

Eccar gave a single nod, the smallest hint of a smile flickering at the corner of his mouth. "Well, he thought, at least this one's got the decency to say thank you." Out loud, he replied simply, "It's my job."

The king gave a faint grunt of acknowledgment and stood from his throne, his cloak rippling with the motion. He stepped down a few steps closer, though he still kept a careful distance, as if out of respect, or maybe caution.

"That said," king Aethor continued, "I cannot just allow someone from another kingdom to come and go as they please. Not without my knowledge. I trust you understand the position I am in."

Eccar nodded again, nonchalant. "Of course. You're a king. Got to keep the pieces on the board visible."

Aethor's eyes narrowed slightly at that response, perhaps unsure whether Eccar was mocking him or not—but he said nothing. Instead, he took another slow step forward.

"Then tell me plainly, Dragonborn," the king said. "Why do you wish to go to the Qomore Kingdom? It is not that I wish to interfere…" he paused a moment, searching for the right word. "But if there is a danger great enough to warrant your presence, then I must know whether my people are in harm's way."

Eccar exhaled lightly and crossed his arms.

"A forest god," he said. "One of the old ones that already unknown. We believe it's awakening near the forest that borders Qomore. I need to investigate it. Confirm it, contain it if necessary."

The words hit like thunder.

Several advisors gasped. One dropped a scroll he had been holding. Even the palace guards visibly stiffened, and murmurs broke out before a sharp glare from king Aethor silenced the room.

Adrius didn't flinch. He stood near the edge of the chamber, arms crossed, quietly watching everything unfold with a knowing look—as though he'd suspected something like this all along.

Aethor remained silent for several long moments. His jaw clenched slightly, but not in anger. His gaze was locked on Eccar, trying to measure the truth and weight of what had just been said.

"You're certain?" he asked, his voice quieter now.

"I wouldn't be here if I wasn't," Eccar said simply.

King Aethor looked at Adrius, who stood behind Eccar. Adrius nodded, confirming the unspoken question.

"Can you explain more about it to us?" King Aethor asked. "I believe we need to prepare ourselves as well, given the seriousness of this matter."

"Sorry. That's all I know for now," Eccar replied. "If you want more information, you can send your best men to follow me."

King Aethor nodded, recognizing that it was the best course of action.

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