"Meanwhile back in the Kingdom of Wolfect, as days turned into weeks, Jamtoe was crowned the new king, and with that, his primary task was completed."
With the coronation ceremony behind him, Jamtoe felt a sense of validation. He had finally achieved his goal, and the kingdom was his to rule. But as he sat on the throne, he couldn't shake off the feeling that there were still many challenges ahead. The next order of business was to deal with his father's loyalists. Jamtoe knew that there were still many in the kingdom who remained faithful to King Jamten, and he saw them as a threat to his rule.
"Oh well, I will have Cloud-Strike deal with this when he comes to collect his gold coins for dealing with my father," Jamtoe said to himself with a smile on his face, unaware of what had happened to Cloud-Strike.
As Jamtoe sat on the throne, confident in his plan, a messenger arrived at the castle. The messenger looked nervous and hesitant, and Jamtoe's smile began to falter as he sensed something was wrong.
"Your Highness," the messenger said, bowing low. "The Scott Ninja Alliance....Is....is... is no longer with us."
Jamtoe's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean by that?" he asked, his voice cold and menacing.
The messenger swallowed hard. "I went to the Scott Ninja Alliance as you requested, Your Highness. However, when I got there, what I saw was nothing short of a bloodbath. Everyone was killed. I tried asking the people in the surrounding areas, but no one knew what happened."
"What about Cloud-Strike? Did you see him? Is he dead too?" Jamtoe asked, his voice growing more agitated.
"No, Your Highness. I haven't seen him, and I'm pretty sure it's unlikely that he survived whatever happened," the messenger replied, shaking with fear.
Jamtoe's face darkened with rage. He had been counting on Cloud-Strike to deal with his father's loyalists, and now he was left with no one.
"Damn it, who could have done this? Was it my father and his bodyguards? No, it can't be. He wouldn't have done something so brutal. But if it wasn't my father, then who was it?" Jamtoe thought to himself.
Jamtoe's mind was racing with possibilities. He couldn't shake off the feeling that this was connected to his father's exile. Maybe someone had discovered his plan to overthrow his father and was sending him a message.
As he sat on the throne, brooding, Lord Daegal entered the room. "Your Highness, I've come to discuss the matter of your father's loyalists. We need to take action soon to prevent them from becoming a threat to your rule."
Jamtoe's eyes narrowed. "I've been thinking about that. But first, I need to know who is behind the Scott Ninja Alliance's massacre. Find out everything you can about it. I want to know who was involved and why they did it."
Lord Daegal bowed. "I'll see to it, Your Highness. But in the meantime, we should also consider taking precautions to ensure your safety. If someone is powerful enough to take out the Scott Ninja Alliance, they may also pose a threat to you."
Jamtoe's face darkened. He hadn't thought of that. He nodded, and Lord Daegal continued, "I'll arrange for additional guards to be posted around the castle and increase the watch on the city walls."
As Lord Daegal departed, Jamtoe couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. Who was behind the massacre, and what did they want? He knew he had to find out soon, before it was too late.
Five days passed, and Lord Daegal returned to the throne room, his expression somber. "Your Highness, I've completed my investigation, but unfortunately, I couldn't find any leads on who was responsible for the Scott Ninja Alliance's massacre. Despite interviewing witnesses, scouring the area, and following up on rumors, I've come up empty-handed."
Jamtoe's face fell, his disappointment evident. "Five days, Lord Daegal, and nothing to show for it? I was counting on you to uncover the truth."
Lord Daegal bowed his head. "I understand your frustration, Your Highness. But it's possible that whoever did this was extremely skilled at covering their tracks. I'll continue to investigate, but I fear that we may never know for certain who was responsible."
Jamtoe's anger simmered, but he knew that Lord Daegal was doing his best. He nodded, "Very well, Lord Daegal. Continue to look into it, but also focus on dealing with my father's loyalists. That's a priority."
Lord Daegal nodded and departed, leaving Jamtoe to ponder the mystery of the massacre. The silence was oppressive, and Jamtoe couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched.
Jamtoe took a deep breath before speaking. "The rumours your hearing of a power struggle are false . The reason my father was exiled is because he killed Rainnaly, a young maiden who was carrying my child, and then did the same to her parents and the town physician." King Dragon Eye Cronextis's expression turned stern. "Jamtoe, I don't believe you. If that's true, why would you keep it a secret? Why would your father be exiled for such a heinous crime without a trial?" Jamtoe's face darkened, and he knew he had to tread carefully. "I'm telling you the truth, Your Majesty. My father's exile is a complex issue, and there's more to it than meets the eye."
King Dragon Eye's expression turned stern. "Jamtoe, that's utter rubbish. I don't believe you. Tell me the truth now, or you'll become my enemy."
Jamtoe's eyes locked onto King Dragon Eye's, a mixture of fear and determination in his gaze. "I'm telling you the truth, Your Majesty. My father's exile is a complicated matter, and I'm not at liberty to disclose more."
King Dragon Eye's face darkened, his voice taking on a menacing tone. "You're playing with fire, Jamtoe. I'm not a king to be trifled with. If you're hiding something, I'll find out. And if I discover you're lying to me, our kingdoms will be at war."
The air in the room grew thick with tension as the other kings watched the exchange, their faces reflecting their concern. King Tita Blastmon spoke up, trying to mediate. "Perhaps we should focus on strengthening our alliances and trade agreements, rather than making threats."
But King Dragon Eye's gaze never wavered from Jamtoe's face. "I'll get to the bottom of this, Jamtoe. Mark my words."
The days passed, and the kingdom of Wolfect was abuzz with activity as
The kings from the neighboring kingdoms arrived at the castle, each with their own agenda and curiosity about King Jamten's exile. They sought an audience with Jamtoe, eager to know the truth about his father's departure.
King Tita Blastmon of the Kingdom of Blastmon, known for his fiery temper, was the first to speak up. "Jamtoe, what's the truth about your father's exile? We've heard rumors of a bitter struggle for power."
King Jude Beaston of the Kingdom of Beastkind, a burly man with a thick beard, nodded in agreement. "Aye, we need to know what's going on. The stability of the region depends on it."
King Dragon Eye Cronextis of the Kingdom of Novelist, a wise and aged king who was a close friend of King Jamten's, looked at Jamtoe with a mixture of concern and skepticism. "Jamtoe, I know your father and I know he wouldn't just step down without a fight. What really happened?"
Jamtoe smiled diplomatically, careful not to reveal too much. "I assure you, Your Majesties, that my father's exile is a family matter. I'd rather not discuss it further. Let's focus on strengthening our alliances and trade agreements."
King Dragon Eye Cronextis's expression turned stern. "I'm not buying it, Jamtoe. I know your father quite well, and I know foul play when I see it. You're going to have to do better than that if you want me to believe you."
The other kings looked at each other, intrigued by the tension between Jamtoe and King Dragon Eye Cronextis. King Koman E-Mete of the Kingdom of Grasslands leaned forward. "Perhaps we can discuss trade agreements and alliances, as I suggested earlier. But I think King Dragon Eye has a point, Jamtoe. We need to know what's going on."
Jamtoe's face darkened, and he knew he had to tread carefully. He didn't want to alienate the kings, especially King Dragon Eye Cronextis, who was a close friend of his father's.