<strong>Chapter 395: Game Over</strong>


    The air thickened. The kind of silence that feels like it’s listening. Watching.


    His words were a match, and suspicion was the wildfire.


    Whispers bloomed instantly across the chamber like creeping vines.


    “Wait… I forgot about the broken engagement,” someone muttered under their breath.


    “Could this be personal for dimir?”


    “But he said it was about justice…”


    “Funny how now he suddenly cares so much about King Ikechukwu.”


    And outside, online, in the streets, in marketces, the gossip was already spreading like smoke on the wind.


    #JusticeOrRevenge


    #WhatIsKingdimirHiding


    “Why now?”


    “Since when was he close to thete king?”


    “King dimir is too calcted for this to be pure justice.”


    Among the guests and online, foreign diplomats and nobles were already exchanging theories.


    “He never got over that brokem marriage alliance with Lionara to begin with,” whispered one minister.


    “Maybe he’s trying to iste Lionara … weaken them politically by rubbing dirt on their new king,” suggested another.


    Even among dimir’s own court, nces grew colder, more curious. Doubt crept in, slow but relentless.


    But dimir remained still. Regal. A mask of control. Yet even the most masterful masks crack under enough weight.


    And Somto knew it.


    He wasn’t just talking now, he was pulling threads. And the more he pulled, the more unraveling was bound to follow.


    Somto’s expression hardened, the faint smile fading like mist under the rising sun. He took a measured breath, then struck again, this time with purpose, like a hunter going for the heart.


    “You speak of justice,” he said, his voice ringing clear across the chamber, “but where was your justice when Lionara needed support during the eastern border skirmishes?


    Or when Lionara and Haran’s trade routes were under attack and you stood silent, watching from your tower while others bled for peace and recovered it?”


    dimir flinched, barely, but it was enough.


    “You were never an ally,” Somto pressed, voice rising now, charged with the kind of righteous fury that grips an entire room. “You were a politician. A man who ys both sides until one copses. And now you parade yourself as a defender of justice?”


    He turned to the crowd. “Ask yourselves, why now? Why speak now, when it costs him nothing, when King Ikechukwu is already dead?”


    Whispers swelled into murmurs.


    “He’s never lifted a hand for Lionara,” someone muttered.


    “This feels… staged.”


    A noble from a southern kingdom stood and cleared his throat. “With all due respect, King dimir… if your motives are truly pure, why didn’t you present this sooner? Why wait until after the coronation? Are you hoping to pressure the new King into reinstating the engagement?”


    “I…” dimir started, but the words felt like dry sand in his mouth.


    Somto wasn’t finished.


    “No outsider here wants to be at odds with Lionara,” he said, letting his gaze sweep the room. “Whether you believe me or not, you all know the truth: Lionara has power, alliances, and memory. And those who spit in our face now… might just find their own kingdoms choking on ashes when they call for helpter.”


    Silence fell, icy, suffocating silence.


    One by one, the gathered leaders looked away from dimir. Their expressions turned neutral, cautious. No one wanted to back him now. No one would risk Lionara’s wrath, not over a personal vendetta dressed up as justice.


    dimir’s shoulders slumped, ever so slightly. The air ofmand around him cracked like old paint.


    “I only wanted—”


    “You wanted revenge,” Somto interrupted, his voice low and firm. “You used my father’s death as a mask for your pride. But the mask is slipping, King dimir. Everyone sees it now.”


    The final blow hadnded.


    dimir stood in the center of the hall, exposed. Alone. His allies had retreated into silence, and his enemies were no longer afraid to speak.


    He opened his mouth… and closed it again.


    Then, with a barely audible sigh, he lowered his head.


    A disgraceful silence followed.


    The kind of silence that marks the end of a long, losing war.


    As thest echoes of silence faded, Somto stepped forward once more, calm, steady, resolute.


    “I know words can be twisted. Allegiances questioned. Motives doubted,” he said, his voice low but unwavering, each word weighed and intentional. “So let me show you something that cannot lie.”


    He held up a small recording device, sleek, simple, cold in the light. A hush swept across the chamber like a silent tide pulling everyone inward.


    “This is a recording from the pce,” he continued. “The day my father, King Ikechukwu, was murdered.”


    Gasps rippled through the hall.


    “He’s actually going to show it?” someone whispered in disbelief.


    “Isn’t that too personal? Won’t that just reopen old wounds?”


    “How noble… to make such a painful choice in front of the world.”


    Others were more conflicted.


    “Thete king was proud, strong… Would he have wanted us to see him like that? At his weakest moment?”


    “Doesn’t he deserve his dignity, even in death?”


    But Somto remainedposed. His eyes didn’t waver. And outside the pce, the world was already watching.


    Online, the livestream numbers surged as news spread. Lionara was one of the top five kingdoms on the continent, with legendary figures across diplomacy, business, the entertainment industry, warfare, science and many more.


    Their influence stretched far beyond their borders, and the fall of their king had left a scar still felt everywhere.


    Now, for the first time, people were about to see how it really happened.


    #FinalMomentsOfTheKing


    #JusticeForIkechukwu


    #Lionara


    @SageOfTheEast: He’s actually doing it… I didn’t think Somto would go this far. Massive respect.


    @KingdomPulseNet: BREAKING: Prince Somto reveals the final footage of King Ikechukwu’s assassination. History is being made right now.


    @TruthSeeker_Yara: I’m crying already and the video hasn’t even yed. Why does this feel heavier than I expected?


    @NobleEyes: He didn’t have to do this. He could’ve protected his father’s image. But he chose truth overfort. That’s real leadership.


    @ShadowDiplomat: So let me get this straight… King dimir is trying to use Somto, and the man responds by showing his father’sst breath? Game over.