I regressed and became the Sword Ice King

(extra chapter)

"That's funny. I already caught one of them, and they are standing trial at the moment". King said, regaining his composure.

"But, Your Highness, we have confirmed it ourselves," Lamel said, his tone curt and firm as he looked into the King's gaze. "We can not lie before the Law. We have found evidence that these nobles are cahooting with the underground organization known as the Red Peacemakers.

They have demi-human slaves that they use as Sex slaves and maids in their household.

They have Elves that have been kept over years, and centuries, used as domestic workers".

He turned towards the Left side of the King, where the great families sat unperturbed by the situation.

Of all those that were present, only six had come in person; the rest sent figureheads to deal with the matter, and amongst those that came in person was the Staff family, Son Goku, and the Elven family, Derick Silvan.

Their expressions were stoic, but Lamel, who was well vested in years even for a human, could tell that they were curious, and that curiosity would soon turn to blood lust.

"What nonsense are you saying? Are you accusing my people?!" The King asked with a raised tone. "How dare you come to my roof to cause strife?!"

He proclaimed.

"Your Highness, these demonic Nobles are not just involved in those vices, but they have stolen from your vault, year after year, and their total tax evasion rate over the past twenty years has long exceeded 100,000,000 gold coins". Micar spoke up next, his tone raised as well as he brought out another scroll. "Your Highness, these nobles are a shame to society.

They are the real heathens, not the Jun's.

The Jun's have helped you capture these nobles, and earned themselves merit! Please look at their good deeds first before denouncing them".

The King's face wrinkled into a frown.

"...Who are these nobles? I will first investigate before I denounce them. I also have a part to play in Law proceedings". He stretched out his right finger, pointing it at the scroll that Micar held.

"Your Highness, you know this, and yet you failed to include us in your trail of the Jun household?" Thumpfrey said, collecting the scroll from Micar.

"....it was a matter that required urgent administration. It was only right that I punish them".

"So you admit you only wished to punish them and not judge them". Lamel said with a sigh, and this caused the King to choke on his words.

He bit his lips hard as he cried out firmly.

"I am the King!"

"But you are not the Law!" Lamel's voice, which was once low and old, had turned into a scream, rivaling that of the King. "The Jun household isn't just any household, Your Highness! They are the Great families blessed by the goddess, Mayura! Denouncing them is denouncing the goddess!"

King Marcello felt an urge. A deep relenting urge, as his eyes contorted deeply into anger.

He relaxed his body, as the anger coursed through his body.

'What? Are you telling me that these people will talk back to me? The King' he thought to himself, displeased by their conduct.

'The rule. I shall annul all ancient rules after this trial. How dare they shame me?!'.

"I shall call the names of the nobles that have harmed the King and the Kingdom," Micar said, opening up another scroll.

"Dugu Jafar". The King called, and his Chief Advisor responded, closing the gap between himself and the L.A.W. in the blink of an eye, but as he was about to descend on the unbeknownst Lawyers, a strong aura blocked his path as the hollowed sound of weapons clashing echoed in the Throne room.

"Your Highness! This is too much! You dare attack us?!" Lamel cried out in anger, attempting to walk forward when a portal appeared behind them.

Micar grabbed Lamel and pulled themselves into the portal while Thumpfrey lingered staring at the Jun's.

His gaze lingered on Thalia.

"This is the best we could do. I hope you find a way out of this mess, My best Pupil".

With a nod, he walked through the Portal and it disappeared immediately.

Silence descended the throne room as Dugu Jafar was forced back by the might of Gloria Jun.

"Your Highness, I hope their testament has helped resolve some of those accusations".

She said as she returned to her position, her great sword disappearing from her hand at the same time.

The Throne room was left in shock, most of them relieved, and a few just grew curious.

It wasn't every day the King was forced to use such a tactic.

Amongst the Great families present, most of the Patriarchs even found themselves rooting for them. It was no news that the King may come after one of them if the Jun may fall.

Maybe they might actually win without their father? Would that really be possible?

"Hmm...you have caused me a great headache, young Jun's," The King said, his tone relapsing to what it once was. "Jafar"

"Yes, Your Imperial Highness" The man bowed to the King. Stay updated through empire

"Hurry and pronounce my punishment. I do not have time for their antics".

A stir began to grow within the Nobles on hearing their King's command. It seemed like he would ignore what had just transpired and continue with the trail.

Dugu nodded, bringing out another scroll, as he announced.

"These are, therefore, the punishments to the accused.

Seizure of all properties of the Jun name.

Repossessing of the Demon resources trade route and any other form of trade route.

Annulment of the Patriarch position from the Jun household from henceforth and

Submission of the King's knight, Raffaelo Jun".

Raph sighed inwardly after hearing that. He looked up to the princes to find themselves composed once again.

'Well, I might end up using that after all'.

"Your Highness! This is too much. Every Great family requires a Patriarch!" Gloria spoke up, her tone laced with displeasure.

"It is my judgment, and it shall be done so". The King spoke, his tone relaxing. 'Now, let's end this farce before any more unprecedented scenarios occur'.

He turned towards Dugu, a familiar expression on his face and the Man understood right away.

The atmosphere seemed to have reached an anti-climax and the girls could tell right away that their plan was about to fail.

If they let the King end the trial as it is, they would be unable to resist him and his commands, but they couldn't find a way to prolong the Trial. Even if it was just some more seconds, they needed more time.

As the air began to rise in tension, and their expressions with it, one of them began to feel something different– a longing bloodlust.

"We have concluded the Trial; we may now, Lea"– "We may not!"

Raph spoke out, his voice vibrating with the walls and pillars of the Throne room.

'What now?!' The King thought, but the boy's next sentence caused his tension and worry to vanish.

"I call upon the Rite of Challenge!" He said, drawing out his blade from thin air as a cold mist wrapped around his figure.

His sisters looked at him in bewilderment, the Nobles widened their eyes in shock, and the Great families smiled in satisfaction.

Was this what they wanted all along?

"A Rite of Challenge? Interesting, Do you have the strength to back up those words, Young Jun?!" The King asked, his tone laced with grim satisfaction.

Raph looked up to the King, stepping forward and swinging his sword to his side as a cool wind caused his hair to flutter.

"I believe I do".

'If talking won't work. Then fighting will'.