I Created Scientific Magic

“You would certainly be pleased if I had come alone to the appointment, by now I would have become a ghost under the guards’ blades!” Hattar sneered in response.

“I did not expect you to see me this way, Hattar…” the King sighed as he spoke.

“But isn’t this your approach, my father?” Hattar’s expression suddenly turned cold, and he stared intently at Basel, who sat on the throne, looking incredibly aged, and raised his voice to question him loudly.

“Why is it Harold? That useless man who does nothing but please the Church, in what way am I inferior to him?”

“Answer me, father!” Hattar growled through clenched teeth, his eyes bulging with rage.

Basel looked at Hattar silently, not speaking a word, but Hattar relentlessly continued to question him.

“Reducing the Church’s authority and consolidating all power in your hands, isn’t this what you have always done? Or are you afraid? Afraid of the Church’s power, and just like Harold, willing to be a puppet king?”

“If you cannot understand this, it shows you are not competent enough, Hattar, far from being able to bear the heavy responsibility of a king,” Basel said, looking at his second son with immense disappointment.

“Is that so?” Hattar’s face twisted, but he quickly regained his composure and laughed loudly. “But now the facts prove that I am right. Harold has lost, Anluoke is dead, and from tomorrow, I will become the new King of Hadlarata!”@@novelbin@@

“And I… have surpassed you, father! I will expel all the priests from the kingdom and integrate every piece of land into the governance of the King and the nobility, becoming a true King of Hadlarata!” Hattar spoke excitedly.

“If that is the case, then come.” Basel struggled to stand up from the throne, drew the sword at his side, and pointed it towards Hattar. “Over a hundred years ago, your grandfather decapitated the former king right here and seized the throne of Hadlarata… Let me see the mettle of you as a king!”

The sword point aimed at him made Hattar pause; he did not expect Basel, now past the age of seventy, to actually propose a duel to decide the ownership of the throne, leaving him somewhat at a loss.

Although he indeed came to seize the throne, he did not intend to commit regicide, but only wanted to make Basel understand that he was the best candidate to become king.

“Of course, you could also choose to have someone else come and kill your father!” Basel’s words were sharp and carried a faint trace of mockery.

At this point, Hattar no longer hesitated, wiped the fresh blood off his sword, and gripping the hilt tightly, he charged towards Basel.

“Clang~”

A harsh metallic clash sounded, sparks flying everywhere, as the two swords crossed each other. Basel looked extremely frail, as if a gust of wind could blow him over, but his hands firmly gripped the sword, blocking the strike.

“Is that all the strength you have, Hattar?” King Basel said disappointedly. “Power and position are certainly crucial, but strength is what truly belongs to you and will ultimately be your last resort…”

Hattar was instantly enraged and, while slashing his sword towards Basel’s head, furiously roared, “That was before I wanted to kill you!”

The clash of swords echoed continuously in the vast palace. Hattar’s movements were quick and graceful. As a prince, he naturally had the best guidance and the strictest combat training, and he inherited a powerful legacy, so his strength was not to be underestimated.

But his opponent was the King of Hadarata, Basel, known as a lion heart and a leader who had personally led his troops to expand their territories!

“Don’t let rage affect your actions, that is a taboo. Don’t let me see your expression either; it will reveal your next move!” Basel blocked another fierce strike from Hattar, then swiftly turned his sword tip to leave a visible blood mark on his opponent’s face, and coldly said, “An enemy’s blade will show no mercy!”

Lynn watched the father and son battle with great interest, deeply intrigued by these so-called descendants of noble bloodlines.

According to the Magic Creator, Vittorio, these ‘excellent bloodlines’ were likely remnants of an ancient era, possibly descendants of some powerful Shaping wizards.

Just like Owen, who had acquired the strength of a magical beast through consuming a Magic Potion…

Of course, this wasn’t certain, as wizards’ methods were diverse and numerous, especially hundreds of years ago before the mainstream schools of magic had been established, when any means might be used to gain power.

As for their strengths, Hattar appeared to have the physical condition of a second-tier Shaping wizard, whereas King Basel was clearly more powerful. Despite his aged body, he could still effortlessly handle every attack from Hattar.

On the surface, the two appeared evenly matched, but the gap quickly became evident. Hattar, unable to bring the battle to a close, grew increasingly impatient. His body surged with a red glow, and his strength suddenly increased, making his sword movements even faster.

“Using uncontrolled power forcibly only results in backlash!” Basel remained unflustered, not defending this time, but using an intricate angle to hit the blade, “Speed is not necessarily better for a sword!”

Hattar felt a numbness in his right hand, and his sword flew out of his grip.

However, Basel did not pursue his advantage. Dropping his own sword, his aged hand tightly grasped Hattar’s collar, and he opened his mouth to say something, but the next moment, he felt a sharp pain in his chest as a dagger plunged directly into his heart.

The person who wielded the dagger was none other than Hattar!

“This is what you taught me, Father, never to let your guard down,” Hattar said insanely yet calmly, his words nearly hissed through his teeth.

A stream of blood flowed from the corner of Basel’s mouth, but his face revealed a hint of a smile. He grasped Hattar’s hand, pushing the dagger deeper, his gaze burning bright. “Do not fear, remember this feeling, my son. The throne is forged with iron and blood, and the only one you can truly trust is yourself.”

“And priests, nobles, wizards make no difference… Uncontrolled power will sooner or later bring disaster to this kingdom!” Basel’s voice was very low, mixed with agonized groans, nearly resonating in Hattar’s ear. “You have made a mistake, you should not have completely destroyed the church, breaking this balance, but it’s too late now, everything is too late!”

I feel the same way about you and Harold… Basel wanted to continue, but the blood welling up in his throat blocked his words, and his body quickly collapsed…