Julian felt even dizzier after receiving the sound wave attack earlier. His vision became blurry, but he still wanted to kill one of these two Alphas, if he couldn't take Crown Prince Ezekiel with him to the afterlife. So he started chanting [Inferna] once again. A huge fire tornado formed from a giant magic circle, then slowly compressed into a fireball the size of a human head in Julian's left hand. With this, the mana in his body had been completely depleted, with no residue left. Ordinary Lycans quickly lowered their heads and pushed the bodies of the humans onto their backs. They prepared to dodge the attack again just in case it headed their way. At the same time, Old Duke and Heath also prepared to dodge. “HAAAAAAAAAA!” WHOOSH! A ball of hot fire shot towards Heath and Old Duke. The two quickly maneuvred to dodge. But suddenly, the Old Duke noticed something strange about Julian. The young prince was seen grinning sinisterly. The giant fireball turned around, following th
Failed.No matter how many times he tried, his beautiful teacher Cynthia Delaroche couldn't wake up and smile back at him.Siren's tears, Dragon Blood, and even now with the Philosopher's Stone, nothing could raise her from the dead.He had searched all over the world and had even almost waged war for his master. The beautiful woman, who was lying weakly in a wooden coffin, had dark purple hair. Her face was covered by a transparent white cloth, and her eyes were tightly closed as if she was just fast asleep."Cindy..."Henry called out his teacher's nickname. The man raised the woman's cold and pale soft hand while kneeling by the side of her coffin."I'm sorry..." he whispered.As Henry, who was kneeling with his back to the hall door, began to feel a pang in his chest consuming every cell in his body, he heard the door behind him violently open.CRASH!The double doors broke off their hinges and swung weakly on either side, while the figure that was breaking them, a white wolf that
The Old Duke and Heath were sitting, facing Crown Prince Heinrich, who somehow looked far different today.The man sat with an overall atmosphere that was no longer the same as before. He didn't look pressed, nor did he see them as cold as usual. Precisely after what happened yesterday, what changed the man into like this?Unlike usual, Ezekiel was now sitting by their side. He was there because he was involved with yesterday's events. He was the Crown Prince of the Empire, and that was why he spoke on behalf of the empire and its people who were in danger last night."How are you two today, Your Highness Euclase, Your Highness Hyacinth?" Heath said, opening the conversation."Could be worse," Heinrich replied with a flat expression."I'm fine," replied Ezekiel."We are grateful that there were no casualties in last night's horrific in
Heinrich walked in the garden with his mind deep in his memories. His identity as Henry and his identity as Heinrich merged into one, but he still felt that his identity as Henry was his true identity. He had lived longer as Henry than Heinrich, and he regretted everything he did as Heinrich. Stupid! What an idiot, he didn't know how to curse himself. Not only did he involve himself with Liam Almandine again in this life, but he also did something very dishonorable. Taking the Alpha Lycan's daughter hostage to use Lycan troops as disposable soldiers? For the sake of what? Starting a war? Gaining power and honor? Foolish. He was glad to get his memories back before he acted like a stupid edgy teenager again. Luckily he wa
Cindy is alive! For God's sake, she's alive! Did she reincarnate too? But she didn't seem to remember her previous life... Or maybe she was not Cindy? Was she Cindy's descendant? But Cindy didn't have children before she died… right? Or… was she still a relative of the Delaroche descendants? The more he thought of it, the more it made sense. Heinrich, who fled from that place because his heart was pounding with happiness also felt new hope. Cindy–! From the way she talked, the way she looked at him, the way she walked, and even all the plans that woman had made for his brother!
Julian slowly opened his eyes. The spilled sunlight drowned the room with a luxurious golden shimmer. The first thing Julian noticed was the soft sound of a pen scratching on paper, and his body aching all over. When he turned to his left, he was surprised to see his brother, Heinrich, sitting on the side of the bed on a chair. The young man was writing something in a notebook, looking very serious, and for some reason, made Julian think of their father. It was then that Heinrich's eyes rose and met his. "You're awake, Brother," he said in a warm, deep voice… for some reason. He looked like he was in such a relief that Julian woke up. Why? His brother's hand reached to his f
"YOUR GRAAAAAAAACE!" With tears in his eyes, the Chief Lycan Physician of the Almandine Castle, Boris, ran towards the Old Duke's room with a wooden box in his hand. "YOUR GRAAAAACE!" the old man burst through the door of the Old Duke's study with great enthusiasm. As soon as he saw the people in the room, he shouted at them too. "YOUNG LOOOORD! MADAM! YOUR GRAAACE!" Heath, Miriam, Harriet and Liam were in that room with the Old Duke as well. They were discussing Heinrich's change in attitude and everything they had known up to now. But suddenly, the old physician Boris appeared. "What is it? Is there a problem?" The Old Duke stood up, and his wary demeanour made the physician burst into sobs, happily.
Heinrich could not bring back a life that had been lost. He could only regret everything secretly because right now, he couldn't express his apologies to Almandine, Goldlane, and Amaryllis. It was because he would be considered shameless and a hypocrite. So he had to come up with another, more reasonable way to pay for everything. "Julian," Heinrich lowered the teacup from his lips. Julian, who was sipping his porridge slowly with his whole body wrapped in bandages, lifted his head. "Let's go home the day after tomorrow," said Heinrich. Julian's eyes widened at that. The afternoon sun shone on the side of his face from the bedroom window. He lowered his face.