Obsessed with a High-Ranking Esper (BL)-Chapter 313: Treasonous act

Thaurion finally managed to get up from that sudden attack. He couldn’t fathom how the fuck Yu Xi was an esper and a guide, all at the same time. He wanted to know how that was possible but he had no time to think about it now.

He was so angry that he attacked his guards that came running in. The prison walls vibrated from his psychic blast hurling the imperial guards into the walls. Their groans echoed faintly, bones cracked under the weight of his fury. His eyes burned with a cold, merciless light as he thundered,

"Find those two and bring them to me!"

The command rolled like thunder, and the attendant, who had only moments ago hidden from Yu Xi and Jian Ci’s strikes, collapsed to his knees. His voice shook, words tripping over themselves as the storm pressed down on him, crushing his breath.

"Y-your Majesty... we—we have trouble."

Thaurion’s gaze snapped to him, the psychic pressure intensifying until the older man trembled as though his very soul was being peeled away.

"Speak," Thaurion growled, his storm already coiling around the man’s mind. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

The attendant fumbled with the floating screen, his hands shaking as he projected the image.

Outside, warships loomed. They were sleek, black vessels bearing the insignia of Crown Blade Vanguard. Their formation was tight, disciplined, a wall of steel and fire encircling the imperial stronghold.

"They... they are surrounding us," the attendant whispered, his voice breaking.

Thaurion sneered, lips curling into something between disdain and dark amusement. "So. They truly hid it well." His cloak swept behind him as he strode forward, unbothered by the revelation.

"The military and the Vanguards," he muttered, almost to himself.

"They are waiting for you, Your Majesty," the attendant said, bowing low, his forehead nearly touching the floor.

Thaurion left the prison without another word, his presence a storm contained only by his will. The hovercar awaited, sleek and silent, and soon it carried him through the fortified palace grounds to the grand hall.

Inside, the Vanguard Marshals stood assembled, their armor gleaming beneath the high vaults of the hall. One by one they bowed as Thaurion entered, his throne rising like a black monolith at the far end. He ascended it with deliberate steps, then sat, his gaze sweeping over them like a blade.

"It is good," he said, voice low but carrying, "to know you are all still loyal to this imperial lord."

Among them stood Stannis, his expression as unreadable as ever, eyes steady, unfazed by the storm that lingered in the air.

"My sons," Thaurion continued, his tone sharpening, "have decided to rebel against their father. Against me. I will show them no mercy."

The words hung heavy, a promise of blood and fire.

Just then, a sharp chime cut through the hall. An incoming transmission flickered across the air, its signal overriding the imperial palace security systems. All eyes turned to it, tension rippling through the marshals.

Thaurion leaned forward, his hand rising to accept the call. The screen bloomed into light, and the transmission revealed itself.

The hall fell silent, every breath held as the image resolved. Thaurion’s storm quieted, coiling inward until he met Jian Ci’s gaze.

The meek, humble softness that had always disgusted him was gone. Jian Rui’s aura now burned with equal force. It was just as dark, commanding and unyielding as his.

Thaurion laughed, sharp and mocking. "I didn’t think it would actually be you who’d attempt to take my throne. Too bad... you will fucking fail."

Jian Rui smiled, calm and deliberate, his voice steady. "Actually, I am not that talented to take on this task. I had a lot of help."

Thaurion’s brow creased, suspicion gnawing at him. Help? What was this boy leading to?

The air shimmered. A figure appeared in radiant holographic light, her presence undeniable even in projection.

Thaurion’s heart nearly stopped. It was Seraphyne.

She stood there, not in flesh, but alive in spirit, her aura unmistakable.

"Impossible," Thaurion spat, his voice cracking. "It’s a trick."

Seraphyne laughed, sharp and mocking. "Impossible? Hahaha. Your aim was fucking shit."

Thaurion’s hands trembled. "I saw you die. How is this possible?"

"You should have double-checked," Seraphyne said, her smile cold.

The Vanguard marshals gasped, their faces pale with shock. All except Stannis, who stood firm, his eyes steady, as if he had expected this moment.

Seraphyne turned to them, her voice carrying the weight of years. "It’s been years, my fellow colleagues. When the Crown Blade was disbanded, you all stood by and watched. You watched my people flee into hiding. But let me tell you... today it was us. Tomorrow, it will be you."

"Seraphyne!" Thaurion roared, his fury boiling, his aura flaring.

But she ignored him, her gaze sweeping across the marshals. "You already know what kind of imperial lord he is. Instead of protecting the people, he kidnaps guides across Virelia and uses them for inhuman experiments."

The chamber trembled with her words. The marshals exchanged uneasy glances, the truth laid bare before them. The empire’s foundations cracked beneath the weight of revelation.

For years they had believed Seraphyne perished in that explosion. They had even held a secret funeral for her, hushed and hidden, because Thaurion had forbidden a state funeral, the honor granted to other Marshals. To see her now, alive in shimmering light, was a wound reopened, a truth they could scarcely accept.

Thaurion’s rage stirred like a hurricane, his aura swelling, strong and violent. His voice thundered through the chamber. "This is a treasonous act! I will bury your sons with you. I will burn whatever remnants are left of your Vanguard!"

Seraphyne’s projection did not waver. Her smile was cold, her voice sharp.

"No, you will not be doing that. According to the Celestial Mandate, you have violated your oath by committing such heinous acts. That alone is enough to force you to abdicate your throne. Now, it is either we do this peacefully... or by force."