"The only way into the castle is over my dead body!" With a huge sword in her hand, Eloise stood alone with great courage at the main entrance to defend the castle. She wasn't actually a strong fighter. At most, she could pass as a divine-level martial artist. However, her current presence was stronger than that of a grandmaster.The common soldiers and even Draven were stunned. His brow was locked in a deep frown, and he didn't dare to move. The only thing he could do was to look at the three other sovereigns.Threats and the palace revolution aside, they needed a valid reason to attack Eloise. If they didn't, the people would protest and turn against them. They surrounded the castle in the name of staking out the killer. They'd be able to get off the hook if they acted a little brashly. They could use overwhelming sadness and being overly emotional as their excuse for their rude behavior.However, they'd never be able to explain themselves if the princess died in the revolt.
Eloise was delighted to see her son's safe return. However, her happiness was soon replaced with gloominess. She quickly realized that Austin came back with the same number of people and didn't bring extra military support."Did he fail?" Eloise frowned slightly, and her heart was getting heavier by the minute. Their only hope was to get military support from the Southern Four Sovereigns. Only then could they fight the Northern Four Sovereigns. From the looks of it, things were not looking up."How dare you! Who gave you permission to enter and search the castle? Are you courting death?" Austin shouted. His voice was as loud as thunder, and everyone present could hear him. It was almost deafening. The soldiers under the leadership of the four sovereigns were suddenly afraid to move."Oh, it's Prince Austin. You have returned." Draven let out a short laugh. He added, "We, the Four Sovereigns, have discovered that the killer is in the castle. To avenge Prince Rufus, we need to
"Fuck!" Austin was suddenly filled with anger when he saw the fully armed soldiers rushing in. He no longer had any mercy for them as he charged forward with his sword in hand. He had already achieved the grandmaster status, and with his experience in the battlefields, he was ready for action. He stormed ahead with determination and courage."Protect the Crown Prince! Charge!" Eloise pointed her sword toward the sky. The Draken Guardians behind her quickly withdrew their weapons."Charge!" Waving his longsword, Jaxon led the Draken Guardians into the battlefield. The Draken Guardians might be a small team, but each member was a trained elite fighter. They were an invincible force under the guidance of a grandmaster, Jaxon. The team of around a hundred was like a sharp and long knife. It didn't matter if their opponent's numbers were in the tens of thousands as they'd be able to besiege the core of the army.The Four Sovereigns retreated under the protection of the royal guards
Just when Ignatius got ready to speak, he pointed to a direction while narrowing his eyes and shouted in surprise, "Look! What is that?"The others looked in the direction he was pointing. They saw a dark object in the sky heading straight down, and it crashed in the middle of their troops.The explosion was deafening, and everything quaked as dust rose. There was a gigantic wave of energy spreading outward from the point of explosion like tsunami waves. The energy wave left a trail of destruction and painful moans wherever it passed. This attack killed and wounded at least a few hundred soldiers."The fuck! What the hell was that?" Draven squinted his eyes. He couldn't see what attacked them due to the thick clouds of dust."Could it be a meteorite?" Atticus sounded a little confused."A shooting star? How could there be such a coincidence?" Mortimer refused to believe it."I can see it clearly now! It's a person!" Ignatius had good vision and pointed at where the object fell.
Ignatius was very alert. He quickly retreated with the royal guards when he saw the assassin advancing closer. Keeping himself alive was a priority now. He just needed to avoid the assassination attempt. When the assassin grew tired, he'd order the soldiers to kill him. This was the safest option."Draven, I think Ignatius is right. Safety first. I'll retreat for now." Atticus didn't dare to stay any longer as he slowly retreated with the royal guards when he saw Ignatius leaving."Hmm! All of you are just scared!" Draven frowned slightly with a disgruntled look. He then turned to look at Mortimer and expressively said, "Mortimer, you've always been a brave fighter. You're certainly not retreating like those two, right?""Of course not!" Mortimer stretched a little bit and smirked, "It's just an assassin. There's nothing to be afraid of!" He became a sovereign after a bloody and hellish experience. There was nothing he had not seen. A worthless assassin was not enough to scare
When the royal guards surrounded the assassin, he suddenly revealed his true abilities. The reason behind this was simple. He just wanted to lure the royal guards away from Mortimer and Draven, weakening the defense around them. As such, it'd be easier to assassinate them."Fuck! He's quite crafty! Retreat!" Draven was flustered when his team of royal guards couldn't counter the assassin's attack. He started moving backward with the royal guards covering him. However, at this point, they had already lost their best opportunity to defend themselves.The dark shadow was rushing forward faster than they could retreat. The assassin was just a few feet away from them within a couple of minutes."Sir Vice! We'll block the assassin! Please leave now!" A few royal guards withdrew their swords decisively and charged toward the assassin when they realized they weren't going to make it. However, they didn't even last ten seconds against him."Fuck it! Die!" Mortimer growled. Instead of
Dustin's plan was simple. He wanted to capture the leaders before anything else. When the battle started, he let Austin and the Draken Guardians take on the majority of the enemy. Then, he would take the opportunity to attack the core and capture the Four Northern Sovereigns.With his abilities, he might not be able to fight the large troops, but he could easily capture the leaders among the soldiers. To prevent the Four Northern Sovereigns from running away, he kept his true potential hidden when he first got into the battle. He wanted to show them that he was weak. He kept this cover until Draven and Mortimer's royal guards were lured away, at which point he revealed his true abilities and captured both of them.Now that Draven and Mortimer had been captured, he only had to deal with Atticus and Ignatius. The army surrounding the castle would surrender when the two were captured."It's your turn now!" Dustin focused his gaze, and as soon as he found them, he charged toward t
Atticus wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and could still feel the fear within him. It was a good thing they left first. He was fortunate to have his royal guards sacrificing themselves to buy him time. If that assassin got any closer, they might just end up being captured alive, just like Draven and Mortimer. If that happened, all their efforts would go down the drain, and they might even lose their status and lives."That's weird. When did the monarchy acquire such a skilled fighter? Even a few thousand soldiers couldn't stop him." Ignatius frowned, lost in thoughts. According to their investigation, the monarchy had two skilled fighters—Jaxon Steele and Albert Horst.Albert Horst was held captive by Julius Rhys, and Jaxon Steele was on the battlefield. Even if there was another elite team hidden in the castle, the Four Northern Sovereigns wouldn't be caught off guard. The assassin was the only factor that was beyond their expectation.It wouldn't be an issue if it wa
After stepping into the castle, Boston felt a knot in his stomach. He had been here before, but only for official matters.He was always escorted by guards or attendants, but this time, Austin himself had led him inside. Boston felt both honored and somewhat overwhelmed. Since when had he earned such treatment?Austin had brushed off higher-ranking officials, so why was he showing him so much attention? Was it because his shiny bald head made him stand out? He had no answers, only a growing curiosity as he followed Austin into the meeting room. "Sit." After Austin sat at the head of the table, he raised his hand and gestured for Boston to do the same."No… no need. I'll just stand." Boston smiled awkwardly."Just sit down. Why are you so nervous? I won't bite," Austin said in a dismissive tone. "Y-Yes, Your Highness." Boston didn't dare refuse again and obediently took a seat. He was six feet three inches tall, yet he looked like a startled rabbit. He sat up straight and didn't
When the castle's gate swung open, every eye turned toward the entrance. Under the watchful gaze of the crowd, Austin strode out with his two guards. His posture exuded confidence and authority."Your Highness!"The gathered officials instantly rushed forward to greet him. Grins spread across their faces as if they couldn't wait to please him. Whether it was Huxley, Percival, or Warrick, all wore the same ingratiating expression.After all, Austin was the infamous hellraiser. Though he had reined himself over the past two years, his past reputation still loomed over them.At least Rufus could be reasoned with. But Austin? He was a wild card—utterly unpredictable, like a ticking time bomb. Every last one of them had suffered his wrath before.Percival approached with a flattering smile. "Your Highness, you finally come out. I have something important to discuss with you. If you'd be so kind as to listen—"Before he could finish his sentence, he was dismissed by Austin, who found h
"Get lost! I'm not in the mood for anything right now. If you want to eat, go on your own." Warrick snapped, looking annoyed."I'm not going either," Percival refused flatly. "I'm on a health regimen these days—only tea, no alcohol.""Fine. If you're going to wait, then keep waiting. I won't be sticking around." Huxley forced a smile and acted like he was about to leave.But as he turned, he almost bumped into Boston, who was approaching from the other direction."Sorry, Sir Thatcher! I hope I didn't startle you." Since he was surrounded by so many high-ranking officials, Boston was already on edge. He had momentarily spaced out and almost caused a mishap by running into Huxley, which left him flustered and a bit tongue-tied.Unlike the other generals, Boston didn't come from an influential background or have any powerful connections. He had worked his way up from the bottom, and the last thing he wanted was to offend Huxley and risk losing everything he had fought so hard for.
After parting ways with Boston, Jovian checked into a nearby hotel to await the good news. Boston wasted no time. After changing into a fresh set of clothes, he headed to the castle to deliver a letter of introduction. But when he arrived, he was stunned by what he saw.The gates of the West Lucozian monarchy had already gathered quite a few people, and among them were several figures he immediately recognized. These included Huxley Thatcher, the Commander of the Militia; Warrick Prescott, the Major General of the State Guard; and Percival Wentworth, the Chancellor of the National Academy.These three were first-ranking officials. In West Lucozia, they were nothing short of kingmakers who wielded immense power and influence. Warrick, in particular, was two ranks above Boston. Hence, he felt the need to be cautious in his presence and was eager not to make a bad impression.Alongside these three prominent figures, several second- and third-ranking officials also stood in line at
The following morning, Jovian stood at the entrance of West Lucozia Airport, wearing a sharp suit.Before the trip, he had contacted his comrade with whom he had fought side by side in the military. After earning military merit and with the Ballard family's influence, he was fortunate enough to stay in Oakvale and secure a decent position.His comrade, on the other hand, had moved to West Lucozia to carve out a life for himself. Years of hard work had paid off—he was now a third-rank general with considerable power, influence, and a strong network of connections. Jovian's meeting with the Prince of West Lucozia would depend entirely on his comrade's connections.Just then, the roar of an engine cut through the air as a military jeep pulled up beside him. The window rolled down, and the first thing that came into view was a bald head gleaming in the sunlight like a lightbulb. The glare nearly blinded him.Under that shiny dome was a face that looked ordinary at first glance. But w
"Grandfather, I understand why you sent Uncle Jonathan and Uncle Jensen to the Spanner and Fallon families to gather information," Natasha began. "But West Lucozia is thousands of miles away."She shook her head slightly. "They've always stayed out of the government's political matters. Sending Uncle Jovian there wouldn't achieve anything. He'd likely just be turned away." Oakvale and West Lucozia were worlds apart. The fight for the Oakvale throne didn't really affect the West Lucozian monarchy. Both sides had long adhered to an unspoken agreement to avoid meddling in each other's affairs."I know, but it'll be different this time. The royal throne is at stake, and every faction will do whatever it takes to secure West Lucozia's support. If the West Lucozian monarchy picks a side, the balance we've maintained for years will collapse. That's why I need to be ready for whatever happens," Simon replied.It would be best if the West Lucozian monarchy stayed out of the political strug
At the Ballard estate, Dustin was warmly welcomed to stay after dinner. This was the first time Natasha had brought her boyfriend home, so the Ballards made a big deal of it.Simon personally accompanied the young couple and invited them to the study to chat over tea. With his sharp eye, Simon could tell Dustin was no ordinary martial artist. His manners, speech, and broad knowledge set him apart from most people."Dustin, I fully support your relationship with Natasha. Your background or status doesn't matter. What matters most is that you two are happy together." Simon paused and said earnestly, "I want you to understand that she's been pampered all her life and hasn't faced much hardship. Now that she's with you, I hope you'll take good care of her.""Don't worry, Mr. Ballard. I would never let her down," Dustin replied sincerely.Though they had known each other for some time and hadn't yet taken their relationship to the next level, they had already made their feelings clear
After hearing Nathaniel's words, Tristan's expression darkened. His brow furrowed as he sank into deep thought.It seemed he had underestimated the situation. He had assumed it was just a simple rivalry between brothers; he hadn't anticipated Seamus seizing the chance to further his own agenda.Seamus already wielded considerable influence. Under the guise of supporting Matthias' ascension to the throne, he had been forming alliances and recruiting talents. His influence had grown to rival the royal family's.If Seamus really supported Matthias' ascension, he'd overshadow the king, and no one would be able to stop him. The worst-case scenario would be Seamus using Matthias as a puppet to overthrow the House of Linsor."Nathaniel, is everything you said true?" Tristan frowned."Absolutely. Every word," Nathaniel replied solemnly. "Of course, if you don't believe me, you can send someone to investigate.""I believe you. But… taking down Seamus won't be easy. Do you have a plan?" Tr
An hour later, Nathaniel quietly entered a private mansion wearing a disguise.Inside the living room, Tristan had already prepared tea and refreshments. He looked as if he had been waiting for a long time."Sorry to have kept you waiting, Tristan." Nathaniel took off his coat and walked forward with a smile."No need to apologize. I'm happy that you made the effort to arrange this. A few extra minutes are nothing, especially since it's rare for us to meet." Tristan gestured for him to sit while he poured two cups of tea and handed one to his brother.Nathaniel accepted the cup and discreetly set it aside. Whenever he was out, he was always cautious about food and drink—this wariness had become second nature."You asked to meet me on short notice. Is this about official matters or something personal?" Tristan took a sip from his cup and got straight to the point."Both," Nathaniel replied, still smiling."Oh?" Tristan raised an eyebrow. "Let's hear it, then.""Given how things