Reborn as the Genius Son of the Richest Family - Chapter 1082 Prophet Fudge

Chapter 1082  Prophet Fudge

Lord Vought’s face immediately turned from a stern countenance, into one with great fervor and worship. His eyes glazed with the same craziness as those who had been caught up in the feverish ideology spread by that mischievous slime.

“Has someone mentioned the Iron Maiden?” a childish voice bellowed from the darkness.

“Prophet,” Lord Vought said, getting up from his seat and bowing to the darkness on the corner.

The Upper Echelon man turned his head just in time as he heard a rapping on the ground like a ball bouncing consecutively.

Then, he appeared. A violet slime garbed in an all black attire, a stylish cape that fluttered even when there was no wind, and a metal headband with a copyrighted symbol etched onto its surface.

“Huh?” He couldn’t help but mutter out his confusion as soon as he saw who this ‘prophet’ turned out to be. From all the embellishments and laudations that were being thrown when discussing him, the man would have thought that the ‘prophet’ was a heroic figure with a charismatic stature befitting of his title.

At the very least, he thought they were a humanoid figure. A demi-human or a Beastfolk would have been more believable.

But a monster? And not just any monster, a slime?!

A low-ranking monster like that shouldn’t even be able to speak!

“Prophet, we have just witnessed a hearing!” reported Lord Vought. “This man has been blessed with the voice of the Iron Maiden.”

Fudge hopped over to the Falconry representative. Each hop was accompanied by a squishy boing boing sound, which completely undermined the mysterious and intimidating presence that he was trying to cultivate.

“Is that so? You’ve heard her voice?” Fudge asked the man.

The representative started to sweat. “Uhh.. yes, yes. Loud and clear. Aubility Power threads insidiously snaked out of his chest and over towards Fudge, attempting to use his powers of negotiation to make him believe his words.

But as soon as it touched Fudge’s squishy, violet body, the man felt a cold, jarring sensation crash back at him at a surprising velocity. His world started to turn, with ghostly and demonic apparitions appearing out of nowhere to spook his heart into shock.

The man staggered back, his pace turning pale and gaunt.

“A… a Maugnetic?!”

Fudge snorted. “You talked to her? Huh. Weird. It just so happened that I was talking to her just a few moments ago. Objection! Her line was busy, your honor!”

“Ahh… no, it’s—” the man stammered.

“You lied,” Lord Vought said, his voice sending chills and shivers to the lying man.

“… please forgive me Lord Vought. I was simply—”

The strict Draconian raised his hand. “Begone,” he said.

And suddenly, a power surpassing even that of the Nascent Spirit realm emanated out of Lord Vought, throwing the Upper Echelon man out of the throne room and out of the Draconian tower altogether.

Then, Lord Vought gestured for his Main Attendant to come forward.

“Destroy the Falconry Guards,” he commanded the attendant.

“Yes, my Lord.”

Then, the attendant turned back and exited the throne room, gesturing for the other attendants to come follow him as he did so.

“Ready the wyverns. We ride at this moment,” he said to them.

The entire Draconian Tower immediately went into a controlled state of activity. Michael could feel hundreds, if not thousands, of Draconian Light mana signatures gathering into rigid army structures all over the tower.

Wyverns circled the skies, their flapping wings creating tremendously large gusts of air that blew away boulders nearing the tower.

And not even a few minutes later after Lord Vought sent his command, an entire army of Draconians soared into the skies and disappeared into the horizon.

At the same time that this was happening, Michael looked at the black-haired Draconian with complete and utter shock.

Just like that? They were going to ‘destroy’ an Upper Echelon company just like that? And the Falconry Guards weren’t even in the lower part of the Upper Echelons. They were ranked 29th!

He couldn’t believe that Lord Vought would so off-handedly declare war with one of the strongest companies in the entire world.

And with his confidence, it even looked like he was purely expecting them to win!

If this was true, then no wonder the Draconians were so feared even amongst the Conglomerates and the Upper Echelons. If each of their strongest Draconians were as powerful as Vought, then they definitely had a right to be called as the strongest species in the world.

“I apologize for that,” Lord Vought said to Michael and Yuna. “They deserve the highest and most brutal punishment for besmirching the name of the Iron Maiden like that.”

“Hehehehe, good boy, Vought!” Fudge said, jumping atop the austere Draconian’s head. Michael winced after seeing that. What was Fudge doing?! Didn’t he just see that guy order his army to destroy an Upper Echelon company with absolutely no hesitation? He was treating Vought like his own personal attack dog! He was going to get himself killed!

“Arf, arf,” Vought said as he kneeled towards Fudge.

“…”

Michael froze. What.

Fudge leaned in towards Michael and winked. “Hehehe. I told him ‘arf arf’ means glory to the Iron Maiden, Master!”

Michael almost collapsed to the ground.

“Miss Yuna!” Fudge said, hopping over to Yuna’s head. “I missed you!”

“Awww, Fudge! I’ve missed you too! But what are you doing with Lord Vought? That’s not a nice thing to do.”

Fudge put his blobby hands behind his back and swayed back and forth like a guilty kid. Then, he even put on one of his most impressive puppy dog faces that would make even the hardest stone turn into a puddle.

“I can’t stay mad at you,” she said, pinching Fudge.

No, Yuna! Don’t fall for that devious slime’s tricks!

Michael wanted to say that out loud, but he was far too shocked to speak!

“Prophet, do you know these people?” Vought asked.

“Yes! They’re my Masters! So they’re your Masters too!”