Killed Me? Now I Have Your Power - Chapter 283

Chapter 283: Chapter 283: New Structure
Chapter 283 – New Structure

The room was a strange one, to say the least.

It was wide, built from rock and the steel remains of the Steelbeasts, blended together by the fire user and the earth user of the Elamin. What they obtained from that unexpected fusion was a new metal —earthsteel, they called it — a dense, powerful alloy that carried the weight of a mountain and the sharpness of forged blades.

Made of this, the room was as sturdy as it could possibly be.

At its center, carpeted by the solidified ashes of the fallen Cerveau members and their allies, stood a table made from the steeled bones of the Steelbeasts, ringed by five chairs.

Serena, Medusa, Garros, and Mayari sat within that chamber, gathered to discuss the new direction Waverith would take after the war.

The fifth chair was clearly meant for Eliot, but due to his injuries, and with no one suitable to replace him, it remained empty.

Serena looked at each of them in turn, a faint smile curling over her lips.

She wore her black and red battle armor, her toned muscles and sculpted abs visible through the tight fabric clinging to her body like sin clings to humanity.

“It’s time we talk about it, isn’t it?” she said, taking the lead of the meeting.

Garros sat beside her, clad in his black battle gear, muscles bulging as he leaned back lazily in his chair, unbothered and visibly uninterested. He clearly didn’t want to be there.

Mayari sat quietly across from him, one leg crossed elegantly over the other, a cup of honeyed tea resting in her hand. Her violet eyes flickered faintly with lightning as she observed the others.

Medusa, meanwhile, sat perfectly straight, posture sharp as a blade, her expression filled with a seriousness that looked out of place in a room where no one else seemed capable of it.

“So…” Mayari began, her gaze drifting between Serena and Garros. “How do you plan to rebuild Waverith?” she asked before continuing,

“In the past, Waverith was controlled mainly by three families. Now, one of those families has been eradicated, and the reputation of the other has reached the heavens.”

Her tone was calm but pointed, and it made Serena chuckle.

“You’re not too bad yourself, Mayari, you know that?” Serena said. “You saved plenty of them, and they all know it.”

Then she laughed lightly, resting her chin on her fist. “Some of the commoners even said they’d start praying to the ‘Queen of Lightning’ just to avoid heaven’s punishment.”

Mayari looked at Serena with dead eyes. “It might be true, but it’s nothing compared to—!”

“HERO OF WAVERITH!” Garros suddenly roared with all his might, his voice shaking the entire chamber in a blast of sound that made the walls rattle like leaves in a storm. A huge grin spread across his face, and then, as if nothing had happened, he fell silent again, acting perfectly calm.

Mayari and Medusa stared at him the way one stares at a fool. Medusa tried to mask it, but the judgment still flickered clearly in her eyes.

Serena stifled a laugh and gave Garros a playful punch on the head. “Don’t do that again, husband. You’re embarrassing me.”

Garros, completely unbothered, gave only a casual glance toward Mayari and Medusa before turning back to Serena. “I’m just a proud father,” he said with a shrug, and fell silent again.

Serena shook her head with a helpless smile and gave the two women an apologetic look, as if excusing her husband’s behavior, prompting Mayari to resume her words.

“As I was saying before some unknown animal interrupted me…” Garros twitched, and both Serena and Medusa barely held back their smiles. “You Warborns are now the favorites of Waverith. That much is clear. And I have no issue with it.”

She paused, her tone steady and diplomatic.

“My daughter Meris and your son Kaden are officially together and will soon be married, uniting our families.”

She took another sip of her tea before continuing.

“Besides that, the heiress of Thornspire is also Kaden’s fiancée, connecting all three of the leading families of this stronghold.”

A strange smile slowly crept across Mayari’s lips, one that carried both amusement and subtle intrigue. “All thanks to your son, Kaden. Now that’s… truly curious,” she remarked.

But there was one thing Mayari didn’t know, something only Medusa had recently discovered with how often Inara had begun visiting Kaden and staying at his side.

Which was…

“My daughter…” Medusa began, drawing the attention of everyone in the room, even Garros. “My daughter Inara seems to have a certain relationship with him as well.”

Serena raised an eyebrow, surprised. ‘A relationship? With a beast?’

“How so?” she asked.

“There was an incident when she was ten years old,” Medusa said, her expression tightening slightly. “She found herself pursued by two wolves.”

Then, with a wry smile, she added, “You can probably guess what happened next, right? The same old classic.”

“Heh.” Mayari barely suppressed a laugh. She was thinking both about how absurd the situation had become, that all of them somehow shared intimate ties with the Warborns because of one young boy,but also…

‘Meris, heh. How will you handle this one? You did the same with the Thornspire heiress, and now a beast does the same to you.’

It was almost laughable. For her alone, at least, because she knew her daughter must be seething inwardly.

“So…” Medusa began again, her attention now fixed solely on the Warborns, “…you will be the leader?”

She asked before continuing, her tone steady but edged with practicality.

“It’s best to make the decision quickly and implement it. There will also be the matter of us, the serpents, integrating into the stronghold. There will be awkward, tense times and…”

Her slitted green eyes shimmered with venomous light. “We are not alone here. The Steelbeasts have been eliminated, yes…but there are other beast settlements, even other strongholds, that could strike at us.”

Her words immediately sobered the atmosphere. The air turned heavy. All of them understood the weight of that truth.

It would be disastrous if any of those powers attacked them now. They were not ready yet. Any serious assault would wipe them out entirely.

And so…

Garros spoke, his voice deep, steady, and so resonant it seemed to shake the very foundation of the chamber.

“We might be the most well-known thanks to the youngest,” he said, his crimson eyes locking on the two women across the table, “but this war wouldn’t have been won, with so little destruction and death, without you two.”

Their bodies unconsciously tensed.

Even if they were his equals in term of rank, the moment their gazes met his, an immense pressure descended upon them. It was as though gravity itself had intensified, space compressing around their lungs, strangling their breath away.

And it wasn’t just the weight of his presence …they could see it. Deep inside Garros’s red eyes, a sword rested within, vast and transparent like a blade of glass, towering like a mountain.

It was Garros’s Origin, Aeron.

‘Monster,’ Mayari thought, forcing her restless lightning to quiet down, her body trembling faintly as it resisted the urge to strike back against the overwhelming presence before her.

Medusa felt the same. Her knuckles turned white beneath the table, her serpentine hair shifting restlessly behind her as she fought to suppress her beastly instincts.

Though for her, it was far harder to do.

Only Serena showed no particular reaction. Not because she didn’t feel the pressure, but because she was used to it.

Garros naturally emitted this kind of presence whenever he became serious.

And if he noticed their discomfort, he didn’t show it. His expression remained calm, his voice steady as he continued,

“So let’s build something that will last. Because I know what the two of you are thinking.” He smiled faintly. “You think that because of Kaden, we should take the lead and be the sole rulers of Waverith, just like how the stronghold Kaleith operates… but no.”

Mayari and Medusa’s faces shifted subtly. That was indeed what they had been thinking.

Not because they did not crave power for themselves, but because it seemed safer that way. Centralized power meant fewer chances of betrayal. And the Warborns were, after all, a family of trust.

Besides, with their daughters close to Kaden, they knew they would never be mistreated.

But that was flawed thinking.

“You might be fine with this,” Serena interjected smoothly. “Even your heiresses might be. But after them? Do you truly believe every future leader of your families will accept that?”

She shook her head, firm and knowing. “They won’t. And when that happens, the power struggle will return once more.”

“We are different from Kaleith,” she continued. “They can do all that because of faith. All of them believe in one god and see their leader as its prophet. Their foundation is built on devotion.”

“So what do you propose?” Mayari asked, her tone thoughtful now.

“A council,” Garros answered before Serena could. “The Warborn, the Elamin, the Thornspire, and now the Serpentine, who will swear loyalty to Waverith.”

He leaned forward, the weight of his presence returning subtly. “We will have a King. And the other three will serve as Lords or Ladies of their respective regions. And they will obey the King.”

King? Lord? Lady?

They all tilted their heads slightly at the same time.

Medusa raised an eyebrow, her tone calm but edged with humor. “I suppose you’re the King then?”

Garros grinned broadly, unashamed. “Yes. And for my title, I’ll choose King Progeny. My children are the best after all. And I believe we have earned it this time, haven’t we? But don’t worry…we’re a fair bunch.”

He grinned wider, and Serena mirrored him with a smirk of her own.

“If you think you can beat me,” he said, “then by all means, challenge me.”

“That’s how the council will work from now on,” Garros declared, his tone final.

“We’ll keep the other families balanced…never too weak, never too strong. And the four of us will decide the King or Queen, and the remaining Lords or Ladies, through…”

Their eyes met. Both Warborns smiled.

“…duel.”

“You win, you become King. Stay undefeated, and you remain King forever.”

Medusa tilted her head again, her serpentine eyes narrowing slightly. “And what if an undefeated tyrant rises?”

The Warborn couple shrugged in perfect sync.

“Then that will be their problem,” Garros said bluntly. “Don’t forget, in this world, strength speaks the loudest.”

“And that,” Serena added, her voice calm but resolute, “will be for later generations to handle. For now, we’ll do our part, we’ll set the foundation, the groundwork.”

Serena paused, her gaze sweeping over the room.

Each of them met one another’s eyes in quiet understanding before, at last…

“So your names?” Serena asked softly.

Medusa and Mayari smiled.

“Lady Heavens.”

“Lady Ouroboros.”

And in that strange room of steels and fallen remains of enemies… a new Waverith began.

—End of Chapter 283—