The First Legendary Beast Master

Chapter 1352 Not That Kind Of Emissary

The Crown Prince rushed off and out of the room, eager to test the potion on the egg of what Karl assumed to be his heir.

{The difference between Ascended and Commander Rank at birth is a huge deal for the Royals’ status. If she doesn’t make the standard, she will not be taken seriously as his heir.} The maid whispered to Karl.

He nodded in response, then greeted a few more of the local dragons.

“What brings you here, Emissary? Is Cyhosasa considering trade ties with Gathuzan?” One of the older shadow dragons asked.

Karl shrugged. “I’m not that sort of Emissary. I was sent to train Princess Rue so that her advancement can catch up to her potential. The international politics are not my area of expertise.”

The nearby guests made a mental note of that. If Karl was more of an academic than a political sort, then he might not be as jaded by Palace life and all the schemes that came with it.

Perfect for befriending, as he was far less likely to try to leverage their friendship to improve a deal between their nations.

While Karl answered questions from the adults, Cara and Rue were surrounded by the children of Noble families.

“Princess, you finally got a class. What one is that? I don’t recognize the colour.” One of the girls asked.

“Void Avatar is the name of the Class. A Void Element mage class. It’s pretty awesome, and I can even fly without wings.” Rue informed her, becoming excited about her new skills.

“Wait, you got void magic? Really? We were all starting to question if you were really a Shadow Dragon descendant.” One of the boys sneered.

Rue clenched her hands impotently, unable to beat him in a fight, and forbidden from attacking him with magic in the dining hall.

But she had Cara as backup.

“Is Void Magic really that impressive? I mean to someone other than a bare-bones warrior with zero skill points.” She retorted.

The Nobles stared at her for a second, then one of the boys in the back whistled.

“Ooh, burn. Go ahead, see if you can bully that one into admitting warriors are stronger.” The boy taunted.

“She doesn’t even have a class. Her name is the same grey as trash mobs in the dungeon. You think that I can’t win?” The boy demanded.

The other kids turned to stare at him, and one girl gave him a sad pat on the head. As much as she hated to admit it, this cousin might just be an incurable idiot.

“We will pray over your grave.” She informed him in her most earnest tone. Cara turned to Rue. “I will show you the ultimate anti-bullying technique now.” Rue smiled as she realized that the boy didn’t have strong enough senses to be able to tell that Cara was a Mythic beast. He just thought that she was a nobody, and he wasn’t bright enough to realize that having a nameplate with no class colour was likely not good news for him.

“Normally, I wouldn’t hit a girl. But you need to know your place. The boy insisted as his fist flashed forward.

The guards were about to move, but Karl raised a hand to stop them as Cara nimbly dodged the boy’s attack, then pulled his shirt up over his head, pinning his arms.

“Now normally what you is, you tug the head down, and you feed uppercuts into his face. But as we’re at dinner, and I don’t want to make a mess, we will

finish with the second-greatest move.” Cara explained.

The boy stumbled as Cara spun him in a circle, then she grabbed his underwear and yanked it up to his shoulders before leaping into the air with him and

hanging him from the crossbar of an ornamental spear.

Naturally, that was the exact moment that the King of Gathuzan entered the room, and found that nobody was even looking at him.

They were all focused on the irate boy with his shirt over his head, hanging by his underwear.

The King cleared his throat, and the Herald’s voice boomed through the room. “The King has arrived.”

Everyone turned to bow to the King, and all the kids scattered. They ran to their tables, using their reduced height as an advantage to hide behind the adults, while pretending that they didn’t know Cara and Princess Rue, whose table happened to be right next to where the boy was hanging.

“Will someone please get him down from there? As much as I enjoy the performing arts, dinner is not the time.” The King announced.

The nearest guard snickered at the King’s casual comment, ignoring the fact that someone had clearly been bullied. He wasn’t blind to what went on around him, and the boy was somewhat notorious within the Palace.

If the tables had been turned on him today, he had almost certainly deserved it.

However, the transformed Chaos Badger did look a bit too smug, and he suspected that this was not the last incident they were likely to see tonight.

Everyone quickly took their seats once the King was seated, and Karl found himself between two older Princes and across from a group of government ministers at the large main table.

The King was seated with the Queen, and who Karl assumed were the Dowager

King and Queen. Or perhaps the Queen’s parents.

But the King wasn’t watching the room, he was intently staring at the Queen, who was glaring at Princess Rue and Cara.

It looked malicious to Karl, but that might be for a number of reasons. It could be anything from her hatred of Rue, to a fondness for the boy that Cara had taunted, or even just a dislike of Chaos in general.

All were possible.

“My Queen, is something troubling you?” The King asked gently.

“That Rue child has awakened a Class.” She replied.

“I see that. Better late than never. Perhaps now she will begin to grow properly. The Supreme Lady has done us a favour by sending a tutor for her. Did you see

the size of him?

I don’t recall a World Dragon of his power being in Cyhosasa, but given who sent him, he might have come from another world to assist.” The King agreed.

The Queen’s frown only grew. If Emissary Karl had been brought in from another world, he might really turn that brat’s life around.