Chapter 5 – The Great Grand Elder
At that moment, one guard came running into the meeting room
— like his life depended on it.
He didn't even speak properly, stumbling toward Prime Minister Varrek Lysandor.
The minister sensed something was wrong.
The guard stopped in front of him, whispering something quickly.
Varrek's eyes widened.
He shouted:
> "Go! Immediately! Let him in!"
The guard turned and sprinted toward the door.
But Akajaya's cold voice cut through the room:
> "Stop. What happened?"
The guard froze, trembling.
Before he could answer, the Prime Minister spoke for him:
> "My lord… your great-grandfather is here."
Akajaya's eyes narrowed.
> "Grandfather is here? Let him i—"
He didn't finish.
BOOOOM!
The meeting room doors blew off their hinges, hurled across the hall, slamming into the back wall and shattering into pieces.
The sound echoed like thunder.
A deep, ancient voice followed:
> "Brat."
An old man walked in — tall, broad, radiating a pressure older than the kingdom itself.
> "To think you've grown this much… How long has it been? Fifteen years? No… twenty."
"What do you think you're doing? Playing 'Kingdom, Kingdom'?"
His gaze snapped to the Prime Minister.
> "And you, slave brat. Calling yourself Prime Minister? Your position is for show."
Varrek collapsed instantly, shaking.
> "M-Master… it's my fault. I'm not strong enough…"
Whispers spread through the room.
> Who is this man?
He called the king a brat…?
Prime Minister a slave?
Is he insane?
Why does he look familiar?
Ten thousand people in the meeting hall —
captains, elders, ministers, rank 8 and above martial artists —
all tried to place the face.
Some recognized him immediately.
Most did not.
Akajaya finally spoke:
> "Have you been well, Grandfather?
What have you been doing all this time?"
The old man scoffed.
> "Doing what you're doing now — ruining everything I built."
"You brat… ruining my kingdom."
Those words clicked like lightning.
A few captains gasped.
A few elders murmured.
And before they could even complete the thought —
several foolish ones charged toward the old man.
In a blink, two more old men entered the room behind him,
moving like ghosts.
BAM. BAM. BAM.
They knocked the attackers unconscious effortlessly, then stood behind the first old man like shadows.
Minister of War Kaelen Dravok stepped forward, voice loud and shaking:
> "You fools!
You are standing in the presence of the Great Grand Elder…
the Founder of the Kingdom of Skalvorn…"
"The man who fought alone against TWO empires…
Rank Ten Peak Martial Artist…
Transcended Being…
The First Skalvorn—
AGRAMOR SKALVORN."
Silence.
Shock.
Fear.
Ten thousand people realized the truth.
More than three hundred years had passed since the kingdom's founding.
Everyone believed him long dead.
But he stood there — alive.
One by one, unknowingly, everyone began kneeling.
Ministers. Captains. Elders.
Even the two grand elders who entered later knelt as well.
Only three people remained standing:
Agramor Skalvorn
Akajaya Skalvorn
Velkir
Akajaya stepped forward.
> "Welcome home… Grandfather."
He bowed slightly.
Velkir bowed fully — head to the floor.
Agramor snorted.
> "Brat. You still know how to show respect — even if it's only half-hearted."
Akajaya straightened, eyes cold.
Then he growled:
> "Everyone except me — stand and leave."
No one moved.
> "STOP."
His voice cracked like a thunderstorm.
Dozens shuddered.
More than ten thousand held their breath.
Agramor barked:
> "Brat! Are you defying my order?"
Akajaya looked at him calmly.
> "Grandfather… what I'm doing is for the good of the kingdom.
No — for the good of our entire world."
> "You know why I killed him.
The third descendant… he was not a good king."
Agramor's eyes narrowed.
He understood.
Akajaya continued:
> "You will understand my border-closing decision soon." "Velkir. Speak with Grandfather."
Velkir bowed.
> "Yes, my lord."
Agramor's eyebrow twitched.
Velkir bowed again.
> "I'll explain everything."
In a flash —
Velkir, Agramor, and the two grand elders shot out of the meeting hall, disappearing like streaks of light.
Akajaya muttered under his breath:
> "…I wasn't expecting Grandfather to appear.
But this might work out well."
Everyone stared at him in fear.
Whispers spread again — quiet, trembling whispers.
Ten minutes later —
Velkir returned with Agramor and the two elders.
Agramor looked oddly cheerful.
> "Akajaya is a good kid.
No — a good man."
Then his expression turned serious, ancient like stone.
> "If Akajaya says the borders must close —
then the borders shall close."
Gasps filled the room.
Hope died instantly.
Akajaya's voice followed like a death sentence:
> "The kingdom's borders will close in thirty days.
All merchants and non-citizens must leave.
If any remain after that…"
He raised his hand.
> "Behead them."