All Chapters of The Sword Of The Fire Dragon: Chapter 531
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Black Root Poison
Black Root PoisonThough his head was bowed, Arya could still catch a clear glimpse of Prince Surendralaksa’s face. A faint, amused smile tugged at Arya’s lips—the prince’s arrogance and vanity were even more striking up close than the rumors suggested.Prince Surendralaksa’s sharp eyes swept over the three men who had come to treat his ailing father. His lips curled into a sneer that oozed disdain.“Fools,” he muttered under his breath, his words audible only to Commander Chandrakala. “No one can save that old man now.”Moments later, Arya, Suprana, and Wisanggeni arrived before King Buduralaksa’s private chamber. The royal guard stationed at the door quickly opened it, allowing them to enter.The old physician inside turned at once, and his face lit up with surprise and delight when he recognized the young man he had met earlier at the eatery.Arya greeted him with a slight bow and a calm smile.“It seems fate itself has arranged our meeting once more, young man,” said the old physi
Total Failure
Arya and the old physician exchanged a quick, measured look before answering King Buduralaksa’s question.“We are here to treat Your Majesty,” Arya replied.The king stared at the chamber ceiling for a long moment. The last thing he could recall was an overwhelming weakness that had suddenly swept over his body, then a blur in his vision. “What exactly is wrong with me?” he asked, voice thin with uncertainty.“You are not afflicted with any ordinary illness, Sire,” the old physician said carefully. “Someone attempted to poison Your Majesty.”“What?!” the king cried, turning to Arya with disbelief flashing across his face.Arya held up the piece of cloth that had been used to wipe the poison from the king’s soles, showing the dark stain to the ruler of Dahanapura.“This is the residue of the toxin that has been drawn from Your Majesty’s body,” he said.King Buduralaksa stared, eyes clouded with anxiety, at the black-stained cloth cradled in Arya’s hand. He could not fathom who would be
How to Survive an Accusation
How to Survive an Accusation“What do you mean by a complete failure, My Prince?” Commander Chandrakala raised his brows in confusion. “I’ve already sent our trusted men to four different dark sects to assist us.”“Cancel it. Call them back immediately!” replied Prince Surendralaksa, his face twisted with deep bewilderment.“Calm yourself, My Prince… Please explain what actually happened,” asked Commander Chandrakala, trying to soothe the prince’s agitation.“That old man is still alive! He was cured—by three people we saw earlier, along with an old hermit.” Prince Surendralaksa’s voice trembled slightly as he spoke.“You saw it yourself, or is this just someone else’s report about his recovery?”“I saw it with my own eyes and even spoke to him directly. His condition has completely changed—he’s truly healed.”Commander Chandrakala rubbed his forehead repeatedly. Now he understood why the prince suddenly canceled a plan that had been carefully arranged for over six months.Yet one que
Questions
QuestionsSeeing hundreds of people clogging the roadway and blocking those who wished to enter the capital, Suwita’s temper flared.“Allow me to introduce myself—my name is Suwita. I am a Commander of the Pamenang Kingdom,” Suwita announced, his voice carrying authority. “So you are the ones who wish to become soldiers of Pamenang?”The noisy clamor fell immediately silent the moment Suwita declared his rank. That title carried weight; it was enough to quiet the hundreds of former dark-arts followers gathered before him.“My name is Adisura, Sir. I speak for all of them,” said the man who had been chosen as spokesman by his peers. “To answer your question, yes—indeed we wish to become soldiers of the Pamenang Kingdom.”“I’ve been told that a young warrior recommended you,” Suwita said, studying the sect emblems sewn to the left chests of each man. “If I may ask, what does he look like?”From what he could see, the men belonged to three different schools—each of them a dark-arts sect.
Shocking Discovery
Shocking DiscoveryKing Buduralaksa fell silent all at once. His eyes blinked several times as if trying to steady a thought that had slipped free. He had not prepared an answer for the hypothetical that Arya had just posed: what if the would-be assassin was one of the king’s own kin? The idea felt foreign to him—he could not imagine any member of his family stooping to such malice.“I don’t know, Arya. I haven’t thought along those lines. Honestly, I don’t believe any of my relatives would do this,” the king admitted, voice low and uncertain.Arya smiled broadly but did not press the point. A part of him, however, could not help remembering his eldest brother, Prince Dewalaksana—ambitious, dangerous, a man who once sought to seize the throne from his own father. The memory lingered, a quiet reminder that filial bonds could be brittle where power was at stake.“Your Majesty clearly know of the Sastrajingga kingdom, yes?” Arya asked, changing the subject with careful tact.“Hmmm… of co
A Great Secret?
After receiving the small jar, Arya brought it closer to his nose. From the scent alone, it was clear that the contents of the small brass jar were poison.“It’s true, Your Majesty. This is the poison that was used to poison you. From the smell, it’s clearly the same one.”Arya’s answer only deepened the confusion and fear within the great hall. Everyone began to worry that the two objects might have been found in their own rooms. The real culprit might try to pin the blame on someone else.Commander Chandrakala felt the same unease. He glanced at Prince Surendralaksa, who sat two meters to the right of King Buduralaksa, looking visibly anxious.He had already realized that the prince intended to frame him when he visited the crown prince’s chamber the previous afternoon. The prince’s expression had been uneasy—clearly afraid of being caught.Anticipating trouble, Chandrakala had ordered one of his men to stand guard—not directly in front of his room, but far enough to stay out of sig
A Servant’s Child
Before answering King Buduralaksa’s question, Commander Chandrakala glanced at Prince Surendralaksa, then lowered his head when the crown prince glared sharply at him.“You have no reason to fear anyone here. If you speak the truth, I may consider reducing the punishment you will receive,” said King Buduralaksa.Commander Chandrakala nodded slowly. “Very well, Your Majesty. I will tell everything—without adding or omitting a single word. But before that, please forgive me, for what I am about to say may deeply wound you.”“Silence, Chandrakala! If you dare continue, I swear I’ll kill you!” Prince Surendralaksa shouted, standing up and glaring at the commander, rage clouding his judgment.“Do you dare defy your own father’s command?” King Buduralaksa snapped.The prince clenched his fists and reluctantly sat down again, his face dark with anger.“Continue, Commander.”“Yes, Your Majesty.” Chandrakala swallowed hard to steady himself. He knew that what he was about to reveal would shake
Correction
The mistake that Prince Surendralaksa made by attempting to seize control of the Pamenang Kingdom must be rectified.“My deepest apologies, Your Majesty… In truth, Prince Surendralaksa’s intention was not only—”“Do not call him ‘prince,’ and never add ‘Laksa’ to his name again!” King Buduralaksa interrupted sharply.“My apologies, Your Majesty. Surendra’s true intention was not only to kill and overthrow Your Majesty from the throne, but also to conquer the Pamenang Kingdom and take Princess Rani as his wife. His plan had nearly succeeded with the help of three sects of the dark arts, one of which was established atop the mountain that marks the border between our two kingdoms. But it seems the Gods had other plans and did not allow his evil scheme to come to fruition.” Commander Chandrakala took a deep breath to fill his lungs with air.“Last night, someone attacked the sect on that mountain and destroyed it completely, but I do not know who was behind the assault,” he continued bri
A New Sword Technique for Ratnasari
Ki Mangkubumi scratched his head, his white hair glinting under the morning light. Seeing the sadness that lingered on Ratnasari’s face, he felt sympathy rising in his chest. He wanted to go to Pamenang Kingdom himself and fetch Arya back, but since there was still more than a week left before the agreed time to pick him up, he had to suppress the urge.To divert Ratnasari’s sorrow, Ki Mangkubumi devised an idea he knew she would not refuse.“Where are your Twin Black Eagle Swords? Why didn’t you bring them?”“What’s wrong with my swords, Grandfather?” Ratnasari asked curiously. Her sadness faded instantly when the grandmaster of the Peak of Heaven Sect mentioned the heirloom weapons gifted by her father.“I will teach you a new sword technique I created only a few months ago. But this technique cannot be performed using ordinary blades—it requires true heirloom swords of great power. Do you want to learn it? If not, I’ll give the chance to someone else.”“I want to learn it, Grandfat
Revelation of Feelings
Arya smiled faintly and nodded slowly. “Forgive me, Your Majesty. I’m only stopping by the palace for a short while. I’ll return to the royal city of Sastrajingga soon. I’m just waiting for the one who will come to fetch me.”“He’s the one who saved my life, Syailendra. If not for him, I would have been dead,” whispered King Buduralaksa to King Syailendra.“I already know. He told me everything,” replied King Syailendra with a thin smile.King Buduralaksa furrowed his brows upon hearing his friend’s response. Driven by curiosity, he invited King Syailendra to walk closer to Arya.“Who is it that’s coming to fetch you?” asked King Buduralaksa.Arya scratched his head, unsure how to respond. He couldn’t possibly reveal the truth about how he would return to the capital of Sastrajingga.“Let’s not talk here, Budura. Let’s speak inside, in my private chamber,” King Syailendra suggested. He knew Arya wouldn’t want to reveal his true identity in public. Speaking in private would allow for m