Chapter 2681
Oh, Princess Grace. I had nearly forgotten about her," Milton murmured as he nodded thoughtfully.
Grace might have been born a woman, but she commanded Valon's complete trust. Not only had she earned a position within the Regal Observatory, but she also secretly controlled Dragonmarsh's most formidable intelligence network.
This intelligence organization had always served the royal family exclusively. Even those who knew of its existence dared not speak of it openly, much less interfere with its operations.
"So few neutral forces remain. If I could bring Grace into my camp, my chances of success would improve considerably." Tristan's eyes narrowed as he calculated the possibilities.
"Your Highness, Princess Grace is no simple opponent. Winning her allegiance would likely demand a steep price," Milton warned.
"Recruiting her may prove difficult, but extracting information from her should be manageable enough." A faint smile played across Tristan's lips.
From what he understood, Grace privately sold intelligence to supplement the royal treasury. As long as someone could pay her price and the information wouldn't harm national interests, she would part with most secrets.
"Milton, we don't have tto waste. Get the car ready. You're coming withto Soluna Hall." Without further discussion, Tristan donned his coat and headed for the door.
Opportunities like this didn't ctwice. Whatever he could see coming, Matthias and Nathaniel would figure out soon enough, so he had to move first. Getting ahead was the only way to win, and that was the edge he needed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAn hour later, a black business sedan pulled up in front of Soluna Hall. Tristan and Milton stepped out of the vehicle one after the other.
As they approached the entrance, two guards blocked their path. "Sorry. We don't receive unknown guests," the guard on the left said.
"I'm here to see your boss, Grace." Tristan cut straight to the point.
The two guards exchanged glances, clearly surprised. Anyone who knew their boss' actual nobviously had significant status.
"Excuse me, sir. Do you have an appointment?" The guard's tone becconsiderably more respectful.
"Can't I see her without an appointment?" Tristan removed his hat and said coolly, Tell Grace that her older brother has cto visit. Let's find out what kind of reception she'll give me." At these words, both guards' expressions changed instantly.
"Please wait a moment," said the sguard, and he entered the building.
Meanwhile, in the private room of Soluna Hall's back garden, Grace was studying intelligence reports she had just collected. Beside her, Dustin leisurely sipped tea and enjoyed pastries.
After a night of intensive operations, most of the Hall of Gods operatives in Oakvale had been taken out. The few who remained were either in hiding or on the run and were no longer a threat. The cleanup would be left to the local authorities.
At that moment, someone knocked at the door.
"What is it?" Grace asked, not looking up from her intelligence materials.
"Ms. Linsor, Prince Tristan is here to see you," cthe voice of a trusted aide from outside the door.
"Hmm?" Grace finally lifted her head." Tristan? What does he want?" "Unknown at present. Should I send him away?" her trusted aide inquired.
"No need. Show him to the Luna Suite. I'll be there shortly." "Understood," her trusted aide responded and quickly departed.
"Tristan showing up this early probably has something to do with the Hall of Gods operatives getting wiped out last night," Dustin said.
"He's had dealings with the Hall of Gods. Last night's purge hit sof his operations hard. Sounds like he's spooked and now he's hoping to squeeze information out of me." Grace smiled knowingly.
Tristan wouldn't show up unannounced unless he needed something, and his sudden visit made his motives obvious.
"What do you plan to do?" Dustin took a small pastry from the plate and tossed it high into the air. He caught it neatly in his mouth and savored it with obvious pleasure.
He continued, "It's your call. Either tell the truth or make excuses." Grace smiled faintly. "Oh, I haven't asked you yet. Among the three princes, which one do you actually support for the throne? "You're asking me?" Dustin raised an eyebrow. Then, he shook his head. "I don't support any of them." "Why not?" She looked puzzled.
She went on, "Now that you carry the fate of the nation and have broken through to a new realm your power and statuscalone are enough to decide the throne. Whoever you back could take the crown, and you'd be the kingmaker behind it all. What could be more valuable than that?" "To be honest, I don't like any of your three brothers," Dustin replied calmly.
He continued, "Tristan appears to be a gentleman, but he's actually petty. He'll use any means necessary for power.
"As for Matthias, don't even getstarted. He comes from a military background and acts erratically and brutally. He might make a decent general, but he's not cut out to be a king." "What about Nathaniel, then? He's a scholar and martial artist. Surely he'd be worthy?" Grace asked.
"He's selfish, cold, and callous.
Human life means nothing to him. If he takes the throne God knows how many people in Dragonmarsh will die. Your other brothers probably wouldn't survive either," he replied bluntly. "Father's tis running short. Someone has to inherit the throne," she said helplessly.
"Speaking of the one taking the crown, I already have the right person in mind." Dustin suddenly smiled knowingly.
"Who?" Grace's interest was instantly piqued.
"You." He pointed at her.
"Me?" She froze. Many names had flashed through her mind just moments before, but she never imagined that he would choose her.
Chapter 2682
"Dustin, you're not joking, are you?" Grace frowned slightly. His answer had caught her completely off guard, leaving her momentarily speechless.
"How could I joke about something like this?" Dustin smiled faintly.
He went on, "Your brothers are hopeless.
They can't shoulder this burden, but you're different. You've got both brains and strength, courage and vision. And you actually care about the people. If you took the throne, you could lead Dragonmarsh to greatness.” "Don't be ridiculous." Grace shook her head. "I'm merely a woman. How could I be fit to rule a nation?" "What's wrong with being a woman? What makes it impossible?" Dustin countered.
He continued eloquently, "Looking back over a thousand years, wasn't there a woman who becruler? People still speak of her with admiration to this day." "That's different." She shook her head again.
"Don't worry about whether it's possible-just tellif you want it. If you do, I'll help you make it happen. I believe under your rule, this nation would grow stronger and more prosperous," Dustin said bluntly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I..." Grace frowned slightly.
The thought had crossed her mind before, but she'd quickly dismissed it as unrealistic.
Regardless of her capabilities or worthiness, her gender alone made the throne impossible to claim. The prejudices of the nation ran deeper than any river, and gender often mattered more than ability when it cto matters of succession.
The people of Dragonmarsh would never accept a queen regnant. The legendary Queen Morwyn had been a singular figure in history-a once-in-a-millennium ruler impossible to replicate.
In the kingdom's entire history, she remained the sole woman to hold sovereign power. What hubris would it take for Grace to even dream of following in those footsteps? "You don't have to answernow. Think it over carefully, and decide when you're ready. Whatever you choose, I'll stand with you. Whoever you support, I'll support." Dustin made his stance clear.
He had never been one to meddle in affairs that weren't his concern. If forced to choose among the princes, he would rather choose no one at all. He raised this topic only because he truly believed Grace would make an exceptional ruler.
"I'm going to see Tristan." She didn't say anything else, nodded, and left the room.
She was far from being a selfless saint without desires of her own. She burned with ambition, but hers was a nobler fire, one that centered on the nation and its people. For these noble goals, she had made countless sacrifices and shouldered tremendous burdens.
Whether running the intelligence network or risking her life alongside Dustin, everything she did served the greater good. She had always been content to work from the shadows and pull strings behind the scenes. But now, Dustin's words stirred something within her heart. Should she truly reach for the throne herself? Inside the Luna Suite, Tristan sat quietly, gazing at the steam rising from his untouched tea. Behind him, Milton stood quietly with his head bowed and hands at his sides.
Just then, the door suddenly swung open, and Grace entered with a bright smile.
Tristan immediately rose to greet her, displaying proper deference. After all, he needed her help, and naturally, he had to stay humble.
"Tristan, you wouldn't visit without good reason. What brings you here so early in the morning?" she asked. She gestured for him to sit, then settled into the chair across from him.
"Since we're siblings, I won't beat around the bush." Tristan cleared his throat. “You must have heard about last night's upheaval in Dragonmarsh's underground factions?" "Of course." Grace nodded. "The foreign elements led by the Hall of Gods have all been purged. For Dragonmarsh, it's actually a good thing." "You control the largest intelligence network in Dragonmarsh. It shouldn't be difficult for you to investigate this matter thoroughly, right?" he pressed.
"What's got you so curious all of a sudden? Could it be that the reshuffle of the underground factions has caused you to suffer dearly?" She raised an eyebrow.
"I wouldn't say dearly, though there's been simpact. My main concern is that this mysterious force appeared too suddenly. Without understanding who they are, I fear they could pose a threat to our nation. It weighs heavily on my mind." Tristan's words sounded noble. He spoke of serving the country's interests while harboring his own hidden agenda.
"I see." Grace smiled. "Your noble service to the nation and people sets the example we all aspire to." "Ha! I wouldn't dare claim to be an example. I'm simply doing what I can." He waved his hand dismissively with a laugh.
"Very well then. Since you've asked, I'll have my people look into this matter thoroughly," she agreed without hesitation.
"If I may ask. How long might such an investigation take?" "It's hard to say. I'll notify you the moment we learn anything." Grace's answer remained deliberately vague.
"Fair enough." Tristan nodded thoughtfully. "Though I'd prefer this matter remain between us. No need to complicate things unnecessarily." "Of course." She smiled in acknowledgment.
"Great. I won't take up any more of your time. Farewell." With that, he rose from his seat.
"Tristan, I'll walk you out." Grace gestured toward the entrance and walked alongside him as they left Soluna Hall.
She didn't let her smile drop until his car had disappeared down the road. Just as she'd expected, he'd cEn because of last night's incident.
Now that Tristan had shown up, it was only a matter of tbefgren Matthias and Nathaniel followed. She couldn't help but think this had turned into a mess.
Chapter 2683
It was midday at the Mosey mansion, and Seamus was sipping tea and reading in the garden after lunch. Just then, an aide approached him and reported, "Sir Mosey, Prince Matthias is here to see you." "Show him in," Seamus replied with a nod.
He didn't look surprised, as if he had been expecting his visit.
"Yes, sir," the aide acknowledged, then left quickly.
Moments later, Matthias walked briskly into the back garden.
"Uncle Seamus! Something major happened in Oakvale last night,” he exclaimed before he'd even settled into a chair.
"What could prompt such concern from you, Your Highness?" Seamus asked as he set aside his book and smiled. "Sunderground forces led by the Hall of Gods were eliminated last night. Even my businesses were severely affected," Matthias said with a grave expression.
He went on, "What's most troubling is how suddenly it all happened. I didn't receive any news in advance. Despite multiple investigations afterward, nothing turned up. I'm utterly baffled about who's behind this, which is why I've choping you might shed slight on the matter." "I have also heard about last night's upheaval," Seamus replied calmly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe nodded thoughtfully before adding, " You're right. Whoever eliminated the Hall of Gods is shrouded in mystery. Even with all my channels, I haven't been able to uncover a single lead." "How can this be happening?” Matthias frowned. “At this pivotal moment in the succession struggle, this mysterious figure with terrifying capabilities has suddenly emerged. I can't tell if this works in my favor or against me." He was competing with Nathaniel and Tristan through both open rivalry and covert scheming, as each prince built their network of influence and formed alliances. Though the outcwas far from certain, at least their methods were all within expected parameters.
However, the sudden appearance of that mysterious figure had increased the unpredictability. The fact that he could wipe out the Hall of Gods and multiple factions in a single night was beyond comprehension.
Even if Matthias went all in and threw caution to the wind, he doubted he could achieve that level of destruction. "There are upsides and downsides to this," Seamus said calmly.
He continued, "If this person has no interest in the power struggle, then his presence won't affect us much. Conversely, should he choose to involve himself in the fight for power, whichever prince gains his support would possess an overwhelming advantage." "You mean we need to find out whether this person intends to join our side?" Matthias caught on quickly.
"First, uncover his identity. Then, figure out his intentions, and finally adapt our strategy accordingly," Seamus advised.
"You don't seem nervous, Uncle Seamus.
Do you already have a plan in mind?" Matthias looked bewildered.
After such a massive purge, Seamus was unnervingly calm. There wasn't a trace of worry in his expression. Either his mental discipline was unmatched, or he had already devised a countermeasure.
"Does nervousness solve problems? Everything must be handled with a clear head. Sometimes we have to accept what fate puts in front of us." Seamus smiled faintly.
He had weathered storms far greater than that. After surviving countless brushes with death, his will was unshakable. Even if the sky were falling, he wouldn't so much as flinch. A little disruption like that hardly warranted concern.
"I don't believe in fate. I only believe in myself," Matthias said, clenching a fist. " I'll crush whoever stands in my way." Seamus replied calmly, "Ambition is a good thing, Your Highness. But when you're up against a stronger enemy, sometimes the smart move is to back down.
"Remember the old tales about a king who endured hardship to achieve his revenge. It means a setback isn't the end. As long as you're alive, you still have a chance to turn things around.” "Your principles don't mean much to me. I only follow one creed-either I take the throne or I fall trying," Matthias said.
He'd been practicing martial arts from a young age and excelled at combat. Anyone who stood in his way would be killed. To him, that was a straightforward, no-nonsense, and practical method.
"Very well. I have no right to dictate your choices, but I might have sinsight to offer regarding the question you brought up earlier." Seamus changed the subject.
"Oh? Let's hear it." Matthias perked up.
"Think about it. Ac Dragonmarsh, who has enough power to wipe out the Hall of Gods' entire forces in single night, without leaking a single word?" Seamus asked.
"This..." Matthias frowned slightly.
After pondering for a while, he replied, " Could Father be behind this?" Seamus shook his head. "The King is on his deathbed and doesn't have much tleft. Where would he find the strength for such schemes?" "If not him, then who else could it be?" Matthias grew even more puzzled. " Tristan and Nathaniel don't have that kind of ability. If they did, I wouldn't even stand a chance against them.” He knew his two brothers well. Though each had backing from powerful factions, neither could possibly deceive every watchful eye in the nation.
Seamus said, "Letgive you another hint. What made last night's purge of whoessful wasn't the strength w was behind it, but rather the exceptional nature of their intelligence organization. "They managed to hide from every faction's surveillance throughout the entire operation. That's what makes it truly terrifying."
"Intelligence organization?" Matthias ethen asked. He froze briefly before realization suddenly hit him. "Uncle Seamus, are you suggesting... Grace was behind this?" The largest intelligence organization in Dragonmarsh belonged to the royal family. It was initially under Valon's control, but he later transferred it to Grace.
Since she wasn't affiliated with any political faction and was a woman who posed no threat to the throne, her father placed absolute trust in her.
Over the years, the intelligence network under her command had grown far beyond what anyone could track, least of all Matthias.
But he was certain that if anyone could uncover the true mastermind behind the upheaval it was Grace. Yet, he couldn't dismiss the possibility that she might be the one behind it.
Chapter 2684
A chill crept down Matthias' spine at the thought. If the mastermind behind the purge was Grace, then the situation had taken a dire turn.
As a staunch royalist, she had never involved herself in government politics.
Her unexpected involvement and the massive disruption it caused raised alarming questions.
What could she possibly be plotting? Had she already chosen a side? Did she know their father's days were numbered and decide to secure her future? The more Matthias pondered these possibilities, the more his heart raced with dread.
Grace commanded an intelligence organization with immense resources and networks. She could easily cut off his sources and deny him access to vital information. If that happened, he would find himself at a severe disadvantage before the succession battle even began.
Seamus said calmly, "Your focus has always been on your two brothers. You see them as enemies and spend all your tcompeting against them and trying to bring them down.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"But you never thought about the Princess of Ariella, who had been silently building her network behind the scenes. Now she has enough influence to shift the entire political landscape." Before last night's great purge, Seamus had never given Grace a second thought either. To him, she had always maintained such a low profile in daily affairs.
She never displayed any ambition and consistently served the crown loyally. Plus, she also avoided conflicts, never took sides, and didn't attract anyone's attention. It was as if she didn't even exist.
It wasn't until last night that this invisible figure finally revealed her true capabilities. Only then did Seamus realize that among all the competing princes, such a remarkable woman of both wisdom and courage had been hidden in plain sight.
"Who would've thought Grace was so shrewd?" Matthias frowned. "Uncle Seamus, what should we do now? She seems like she's up to something." "Regardless of her intentions, you must contact her," Seamus said calmly. "Start by gathering intelligence, then get to know her, and finally figure out how to win her over.
"No matter how much influence she wields or how exceptional her abilities are, she won't threaten your position. What you should be worried about is whether she'll throw her support behind another prince." As a woman, Grace could never inherit the throne. But with the influence she had, she possessed the ability to reshape the political landscape entirely. That made her a force they couldn't afford to ignore.
"Got it. I'll see to it immediately," Matthias responded with a nod and left without saying anything else.
He had always been a man of action. Once he set his sights on a goal, he would achieve it by any means necessary.
"Godfather..." Anders began.
As soon as Matthias left, he stepped into the garden. He had been eavesdropping by the door and already understood the situation at hand.
"What is it?" Seamus raised an eyebrow slightly.
"It seems you're already aware of last night's incident in Oakvale. I'm concerned that if Matthias handles this poorly and makes the wrong move, what then?" Anders asked with a grave expression.
He went on, "One wrong move at a tlike this could ruin everything. I just don't trust someone as reckless as him." Seamus smiled as he asked, "And what brilliant strategy do you propose?" "I believe we shouldn't put all our eggs in one basket,” Anders said, lowering his voice. "Though Matthias commands great influence, he's still a brute. Going up against Nathaniel won't be easy. If he fails, we'll be dragged down with him." "Great rewards demand great sacrifices. In the fight for the throne, risk is inevitable," Seamus replied evenly.
"I understand this principle," Anders said. "I admit that brute Matthias is easier to control. If he takes the throne, we'll have a tighter grip on power and a bigger share of the rewards.
"However, the risks are equally high. If he fails, our entire family will fall with him. It's risky to bet everything on this brutish fool. If possible, we should explore another option." "What option are you proposing?" Seamus pressed.
Anders explained with growing enthusiasm, "It's simple. You maintain your support for Matthias without changing your stance, while I pursue separate allegiance with Nathaniel.
"That way, we'll be covered no matter who takes the crown. We hedge our bets instead of risking everything." "There's smerit to that reasoning, but how can you gain Nathaniel's trust?" Seamus asked as he took a sip from his teacup.
He went on, "You know better than anyone how cautious he is. You're om my adopted son, and Km supporting Matthias. What makes you think Nathaniel would trust you, let alone appoint you to a key role?" "Earning his trust isn't that hard. I already have a plan, though it requires your complete cooperation, Godfather," Anders said with a smile.
"Oh? Let's hear it. What do you needto do?" Seamus looked interested.
"It's simple. We stage a falling-out, then you disownpublicly. This will sever our bond entirely. It won't ver our affect your standing with Matthias, nor will it hinder my approach to Nathaniel,” Anders explained. "It appears you've planned this thoroughly. If I refused to support you now, I would seem unreasonable," Seamus said thoughtfully.
"Godfather, please don't misunderstand. I'd never betray you," Anders declared earnestly.
He went on, "You raisedall these years, so your kindness means everything to me, and I never forget it This plan is designed solely to secure a retreat for you. If you find it unsuitable, then forget I ever spoke these words." "Relax. I'm not questioning your loyalty." Seamus chuckled. "Your proposal has merit. I do need a fallback plan, so we'll proceed as you suggest. Handle it however you see fit." Upon hearing that, Anders's face brightened with joy. "Thank you, Godfather."
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"Anders, you're intelligent and gifted in both warfare and strategy, with a promising future," Seamus said. "One day, all my authority and assets will be handed to you.
"You're more than ready to handle things on your own now. I trust you know what you should and shouldn't do.
"I'm getting old, and there's nothing much I can do for you. However, I must remind you to think twice before acting and never outsmart yourself. Understand?" He looked at Anders and offered his heartfelt advice.
"I'll never forget your words, Godfather," Anders said respectfully..
"Good. Make your arrangements, and I'll play my part in staging this falling-out. From here on, you'll have to tread your own path," Seamus said and waved him off.
"I won't let you down," Anders promised, then turned to leave.
As soon as he walked out the door, his lips curved into a faint smirk.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThough he was known throughout Oakvale as the Veros Warrior, he had always lived in Seamus' shadow. No matter how many victories he'd won or what titles he'd earned, outsiders always saw him as the man dependent on his godfather's influence.
If Seamus had stepped down early and granted him full control of the Moseys' forces and assets, Anders wouldn't have harbored such resentment. Instead, he would've honored Seamus and fulfilled every duty as a loyal godson.
However, Seamus still maintained his iron grip on authority and had no intention of stepping down. His secret support of Matthias revealed just how far he was willing to go.
This was his bid for ultimate power and to becthe kingmaker who controlled rulers from the shadows. Years of lying low hadn't dulled that ambition in the slightest, and his thirst for power was as relentless as ever.
Anders knew he wouldn't rise on his own merit if he were still under Seamus' command. Therefore, he had to find a way to break free from Seamus' control and forge his own path. Coincidentally, that unpredictable situation gave him the perfect opportunity and excuse.
He had no confidence in Matthias, who was nothing but a brute, while he trusted Nathaniel's calculated and shrewd nature. That belief motivated his risky proposal for the staged falling-out.
Anders genuinely wanted to create a fallback plan, but he also saw a chance to break free and carve out his destiny.
If he helped Nathaniel seize the throne, he'd be counted among his earliest allies. A governorship would follow naturally, which was far preferable to staying in the Moseys under Seamuss' thumb.
"Godfather, don't blme for choosing a better master. You brought this on yourself with your greed. After all these years, you're still clinging to power. If you won't step aside, how are those of us in the next generation supposed to build legacies of our own?" Anders muttered.
Outside the gate, he cast one final glance at the Mosey mansion before entering his car and driving off. Anders didn't think he had done anything wrong. After all, he just wanted to seek better opportunities for himself. There was nothing unusual about that.
Meanwhile, Nathaniel was at his mansion.
"What? The royal god Zeus is dead?" he exclaimed.
In the meeting room, he listened to his trusted aide's report. His eyes widened in shock as he asked, "What happened? How could one of the world's top powerhouses possibly be dead? Are you certain this information is accurate?" Just days ago, Zeus had wreaked havoc in Oakvale and nearly threatened his life. Fortunately, Nathaniel had acted quickly and redirected the trouble toward Matthias.
That move not only extricated him from danger but also allowed him to suppress Matthias' forces and pressure them to reveal their trump cards.
The outchad been quite favorable for Nathaniel. He had even been contemplating whether he could leverage Zeus' power again to eliminate his enemies.
Even so, he hadn't anticipated starting the day with news of the royal god's death. The revelation was nothing short of staggering.
"Your Highness, we've double-checked the information and can confirm the information is accurate," Calder, his trusted aide, replied, lowering his head.
He went on, "It's not just Zeus. Even Hera has also mysteriously disappeared without a trace. Given the circumstances, it's likely she didn't survive either." "How is this even possible?" Nathaniel frowned. "Two royal gods-one is dead and the other is missing. What in the world is going on?" Calder replied, "Your Highness, there's more. Besides the two royal gods being taken out, Oakvale's underground forces underwent a major purge last night.
"Smysterious force eliminated foreign forces led by the Hall of Gods. Several of our business operations were impacted. We've suffered a substantial loss.
"What?" Nathaniel's face paled with shock. "Foreign forces were purged, and even our businesses were affected? Who's behind this?" Everything had been fine just two days ago. But when he woke up that morning, he felt like his whole world was falling apart.
"This force appeared out of nowhere.
Not a single piece of intel surfaced .onr throughout the entire operation. Our intelligence division can't find so much as a thread to follow," Calder replied. "Incompetent fools! Every last one of you, "Nathaniel barked.
He slammed his fist against the table and continued, "Something this catastrophic happens, and not a single one of you saw it coming? Why did I even hire you?"
The sudden emergence of such a powerful, mysterious force in Oakvale was definitely not good news for him. If that force could effortlessly eliminate the Hall of Gods and other major factions, what would happen if they turned their attention to him? The consequences would be catastrophic.
"Please calm down, Your Highness. Our men are investigating with m utmost, urgencyer'm confident we'll have answers soon," Calder said, dropping to his knees in terror. "If I have to rely on a bunch of incompetent fools, I'll be dead before sunrise," Nathaniel spat coldly. "Get the car.
I'm going to the Spanner residence."
Chapter 2686
After getting in the car, Nathaniel headed straight to the Spanner estate. His mother, Cynthia, was a direct descendant of the Spanners. Her family's influence in Oakvale rivaled that of the Moseys, perhaps even surpassing it.
The patriarch of the Spanners, Conan Spanner, was Nathaniel's uncle. Two decades ago, he was renowned as a scholar and a warrior. Though he had withdrawn from the public, his legacy lived on through his children.
His son Adam bore the title God of Military, while his daughter Scarlet was known as the Goddess of War. Both had achieved legendary status among their generation. They commanded large numbers of armies, and their futures seemed limitless.
With such prodigious talent within their ranks, the Spanner family had risen to unprecedented heights. Their growing influence now threatened to eclipse even the mighty Moseys.
It was this formidable backing that gave Nathaniel the confidence to contend for the throne. Since he was facing such momentous circumstances, he knew he must seek Conan's help.
Half an hour later, a car pulled up to the gates of the Spanner estate.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter stepping out of the vehicle, Nathaniel walked toward the meeting room without anyone stopping him.
Conan had earlier received news of his arrival and was already waiting inside.
He was a broad-shouldered man with a strong jaw. His rugged features still carried a certain charm. Even though he was over 50, he still possessed a distinctive charisma.
"Uncle Conan," Nathaniel called as he stepped through the doors. "Something major happened in Oakvale last night.
Have you heard anything about it?" "Nathaniel, you're a grown man in your 20s, yet you're still this impatient. Can't you hold yourself together?" Conan gave him a sidelong glance with a calm expression.
"But this is a serious matter," Nathaniel said as he dropped into the chair beside Conan. "My people are useless, so I had no choice but to cto you for help." Conan shook his head slowly. "I've heard whispers of what you speak, but I'm afraid there's nothing I can do." "Nothing you can do?" Nathaniel's eyes widened in disbelief. "Uncle Conan, I'm your nephew. Who will helpif you won't?" "It's not that I won't help you," Conan replied in an even tone. "It's that I can't. I've had my men look into it since the news broke just after midnight, but the results have been disappointing. Perhaps it's best not to dig any deeper." "Uncle Conan, this mysterious force suddenly appeared out of nowhere. If we don't get to the bottom of it, it will be a major threat to us. I can't even sleep peacefully at night," Nathaniel said with a frown.
How could he allow another to sleep soundly? Anyone who might influence his claim to the throne needed to be investigated thoroughly.
He had to know whether that mysterious force was a threat or not. Only then could he shore up his defenses and find peace of mind. If something unexpected happened, there'd be no tfor regret.
"Nathaniel, have you considered this? Whoever is behind that clearly doesn't want to be found since they've gone to great lengths to stay hidden.
"Sometimes it's better not to dig too deep. But if you keep pushing and they catch wind of it, you'll only stir up trouble you didn't need," Conan said.
"I get what you're saying. But given how far things have progressed, I cannot simply ignore what has happened," Nathaniel replied seriously.
He went on, "At this point, I have no way out. I have to manage every risk and bring everything back under control." "So you won't give up until you get the answers today?" Conan raised an eyebrow.
"You're right," Nathaniel replied without hesitation. "Whether you helpor not, I'm going to get to the bottom of this." "Very well. Since you've made up your mind, I won't try to stop you. I'll give you a lead. If you want the full story, you better ask the Princess of Ariella," Conan suggested.
"The Princess of Ariella?" Nathaniel was momentarily taken aback before he remembered. "You mean Grace?" "From your expression, it seems you don't pay much attention to your sister. You don't even know her official title." Conan shook his head in exasperation.
"Uncle Conan, stop teasing me. What does she have to do with this?" Nathaniel looked puzzled.
"Your sister controls the largest intelligence organization in Oakvale. You still think this has nothing to do with her?" Conan said irritably.
He went on, "There was a massive operation last night, so how do you think it could be covered up without the princess' intelligence organization's involvement?"
"Are you saying she is the person behind all this?" Nathaniel asked with a frown." But how is that possible? She's just a woman. Even if she En controls the organization, she couldn't have the ability to destroy the Hall of Gods' hidden forces in Oakvale overnight."
Zeus had fallen, Hera had vanished, and the Hall of Gods' various faction forces had been wiped out Suchn thorough destruction was clearly destrued impossible to achieve through an intelligence organization alone and required an overwhelming military force.
"I don't know how Grace did it, but I'm certain she's involved. Even if she's not the mastermind she's at least the accomplice. That's why I'm telling you to talk to her yourself. See if you can get anything out of her," Conan said. "I see." Nathaniel nodded thoughtfully." Uncle Conan, I know what I need to do now. Thank you for your guidance. I'll take my leave." After getting his answer, he didn't linger. He bid farewell and left immediately.
"When will he finally learn to stand on his own?" Conan sighed.
He couldn't even handle such a trivial matter and had to casking for help. Was a prince like that really fit to inherit the throne?
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That afternoon in a private room of Soluna Hall, events unfolded exactly as Grace had anticipated.
After dealing with Tristan in the morning and Matthias at midday, Nathaniel now appeared before her. Within one day, all three of the most powerful princes cto see her one after another.
Tristan had asked her to investigate the mastermind behind the recent events, while Matthias had inquired whether she was that mastermind. As for Nathaniel, he was probing to see if a hidden master was backing her. All three harbored the ssuspicions, though each focused on different aspects of the mystery.
Grace could only choose to deflect with vague responses and stall for time. She didn't give any clear responses to any of them. She was aware that such matters couldn't be admitted. Otherwise, that would only invite more trouble down the line.
She naturally understood that no matter how carefully the news was contained, eventually it would leak out. In just a few more days, she bet her brothers would likely piece everything together.
Grace let out a weary sigh, sensing the dull throb of an approaching headache. Her original plan was to take advantage of Dustin's breakthrough, then attack the unprepared Hall of Gods forces and wipe them out in a single coordinated strike.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHer plan had succeeded, but it had also brought her a new problem.
She had previously kept a low profile, quietly developing her strength and making money discreetly. But now, she had thrust herself into the spotlight, where avoiding attention was impossible.
"What could possibly trouble the Princess of Ariella? Seeing you sigh like this is quite the ty," Dustin said from behind her.
Grace turned and said helplessly, "Please don't teaseright now. I'm dealing with a headache because my three brothers' eyes are onnow. Nothing but trouble awaits." "Let them be," he said with a grin. "You've kept a low profile long enough. Maybe it's tthey see what you're really capable of.
She shook her head. "I prefer to make my money on the down-low. I'd rather avoid the whole power struggle if possible." "Your passiveness won't protect you from other people's ambitions. They will cfor your piece of the pie eventually," Dustin said as he sat leisurely and picked up a pastry.
He went on, "Have you considered what happens when one of your three brothers takes the throne? None of them will allow you to control such a big intelligence organization.
"They'll strip away everything you've built, regardless of whether you resist. Worse yet, they might even place you under house arrest with constant surveillance." Grace fell silent at those words.
These possibilities had crossed her mind before. Under Valon's reign, she could wield power with confidence and use her authority to serve both her country and her father. But once a new ruler ascended, her protected position would crumble.
At that time, her authority would be stripped away, and the intelligence organization would also be reshuffled. Still, she could live with that since she had never been one to crave power.
Grace was aware that even surrendering everything might not guarantee her safety because her mere existence would threaten the new ruler.
Based on her understanding of her three brothers, house arrest would be a merciful alternative. It was better than them fabricating charges to throw her in prison or simply making her disappear entirely.
She wasn't being cynical about human nature after having witnessed too much darkness and understood the true character of rulers. Throughout history, most rulers have been regarded as heartless and untrustworthy. "Ms. Linsor!" Just then, a trusted aide suddenly knocked on the door and entered with a grave expression.
"We just received a report that there's been an outbreak of plague in Ashen Coast. It's spreading rapidly, and many civilians have already fallen ill." "A plague?" Grace frowned upon hearing that. "Ashen Coast has always been peaceful with no wars or conflicts. How could a plague suddenly appear there?" "According to our investigation, this plague may be connected to the Skull Covenant from 30 years ago," the aide replied.
"The Skull Covenant?" Grace's expression changed. "I thought they were wiped out. Don't tellthere are still remnants alive. 11 Back when Valon was still a prince 30 years ago, the Skull Covenant was causing chaos everywhere, so he was ordered to lead an expedition. He brought 200,000 troops into the Ashen Coast, sealed bridges and blocked roads, and besieged the Skull Covenant for three whole months.
Over 10,000 Skull Covenant followers and hundreds of core members were killed, which left the guild permanently crippled.
Afterward, Valon dispatched to down numerous elite squads to hunt the remaining Skull Covenant remnants throughout the land. His goal was to eliminate the threat once and for all. Since then, they had vanished entirely from the world. For 30 years, they had never heard any news about them.
However, Grace never expected that at this critical moment, the Skull m Covenant that had been destroyed 30 years ago would rise from the ashes and begin causing trouble in the Ashen Coast again.
"We need more tto investigate the specific situation. Right now, the plague continues to nues to spread and We ve must find a way to contain it.
Otherwise, more than a dozen cities in the Ashen Coast will be affected," the aide warned. "Organize personnel immediately and use every resource at our disposal. We must control this plague and minimize casualties," Grace ordered.
She didn't say much and tossed her badge to her trusted aide.
"Yes, ma'am," the aide acknowledged and departed swiftly.
"Dustin, it looks like we have trouble," Grace said with a frown.
She continued, "The Skull Covenant has risen from the ashes and begun secretly causing chaos again. Who knows how many people will die this time?" "The Skull Covenant?" Dustin's eyes narrowed slightly. He found the timing of their return felt too convenient to be coincidental.
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Grace explained, "The Skull Covenant is pure evil. They sacrifice human lives and commune with death itself. Wherever they go, they leave nothing but ruin.
"It was their heyday 30 years ago. They had hundreds of core members and over 10,000 followers. They were all masters of the dark arts and posed an enormous threat.
"30 years ago, they nearly conquered the entire Ashen Coast and threatened the stability of our nation. Later, my grandfather ordered my father to lead 200,000 troops in an extermination campaign.
"It took three months to annihilate them.
Afterward, my father established an intelligence and assassination organization to hunt down any remnants because he vowed to erase them from existence.
"It took several years to root out every last remnant of the Skull Covenant. I thought we'd wiped them out for good. Still, I never imagined that 30 years later, these evil monsters would return.” Grace's expression grew stern as she frowned slightly. Just when she thought one crisis was ending, another began.
She still had pressing matters to handle, and now the evil Skull Covenant had emerged again. How could she not feel troubled? "I've heard rumors about them as well," Dustin said thoughtfully. "They worship dark gods and are brutally violent. Every year, they'd offer mass sacrifices in its name. Sounds like this plague is just another one of their rituals." "These bastards just won't stay dead. I don't understand why anyone would join such a cult." Grace sighed. "People who join cults are either mindless or consumed by greed. Their mindset defies all rational thought," Dustin said, and shook his head.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhat sane person would join the Skull Covenant, knowing it was a death sentence? "Regardless, we need to control this plague first," she said with a grave expression. "Your medical skills are exceptional. Would you accompanyto Ashen Coast to minimize casualties?" "As a citizen of Dragonmarsh, I naturally cannot refuse such a duty," he replied with a nod.
"Excellent! Saving lives is urgent, so we'll leave now," Grace said.
She immediately ordered her people to arrange transportation. They boarded a vehicle and headed straight for the airport.
Ashen Coast was approximately 1,900 miles from Oakvale. Even flying by private jet, it was still a grueling day- long journey.
While Dustin and Grace headed to Ashen Coast, three golden decrees were issued in Aylka from the throne hall. Then, elite courier squads delivered them in three different directions.
Within an hour, Tristan, Nathaniel, and Matthias had received their golden decrees along with secret edicts. Though the decrees were identical, each prince's secret instructions differed slightly.
After reading their edicts, all three princes departed immediately. They gathered their trusted retainers and set out for the Ashen Coast with unprecedented urgency.
The content of the secret edicts was deceptively simple-there was an outbreak of plague in Ashen Coast, and it required swift intervention. Each prince would govern a different city, and whoever successfully contained the outbreak while minimizing civilian casualties would receive a royal commendation.
Typically, such a relief mission would be handled through standard administrative channels. Under normal circumstances, there would've been no need for such secrecy, let alone golden decrees.
The extraordinary measures indicated that this was more than a simple rescue operation. Instead, it was meant to test the princes.
During that critical period of succession, every small event within Aylka's palace had far-reaching consequences throughout the kingdom.
Valon's decision to issue golden decrees and secret edicts in response to this plague outbreak clearly demonstrated the weight he placed on the situation.
Tristan, Nathaniel, and Matthias understood what was at stake. Whoever handled that crisis most effectively would prove their worth to their father. The journey to Ashen Coast would prove decisive in determining the next heir to the throne.
The princes departed for Ashen Coast immediately after receiving their secret edict as they raced against each other to gain every possible advantage.
The first to arrive would hold the initiative, and whoever contained the plague most swiftly while minimizing civilian casualties would return to Oakvale to receive royal commendation. This mission represented the opening gambit in their competition for the throne.
Around 8:00 pm, Dustin and Grace's plane touched down in Reedcrest, the transportation hub of the Ashen Coast. This bustling city had earned the grim distinction of being where the plague was first discovered.
They had to contain the outbreak there first. If panic spread and people scattered in all directions, the entire Ashen Coast would descend into chaos.
After disembarking, Dustin and Grace entered a waiting black sedan.
In the passenger seat sat a woman dressed in a crisp black uniform. She was strikingly beautiful yet carried herself with unmistakable authority-this was Sadie Lennox, the intelligence chief Grace had stationed in Ashen Coast.
"Ms. Linsor, we've sealed off the infected village where the outbreak started. Currently, 23 people are infected. We've managed to keep the news from leaking," Sadie reported while handing over a thick folder. The documents contained detailed profiles of every infected individual, including family backgrounds, personal relationships, recent contacts, and their travel history.
The thoroughness of their intelligence gathering in such a short tfrwas remarkable. It was clearly the work of exceptional operatives.
Grace skimmed through the reports before asking, "Who was infected first among these people?" "A man named Callan Banks," Sadie replied. "I've assigned guards to watch him closely." "Arrange a meeting. I need to speak with him personally," Grace ordered.
If the outbreak's source could be traced back to Callan, it would prove he had likely made contact with the Skull Covenant. There was even a chance he was one of them.
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The vehicle sped down the road. After more than an hour's drive from the airport, Dustin and Grace finally arrived at the source of the outbreak-Ashwillow Village.
It was located on the outskirts of Reedcrest, bordering Harbortown, with a population of 300 residents.
Every road into the village had been barricaded. All residents were confined to their homes under orders to cooperate with the ongoing investigation. At the stime, the 23 people who had contracted the plague had been quarantined together under strict military supervision to avoid any mishaps.
When Dustin and Grace arrived at Ashwillow Village, it was already 9:30 pm. Their vehicle stopped in front of a two-story house with a courtyard.
Its perimeter bristling with hastily installed surveillance equipment and guarded by a full squad of soldiers who wore medical masks over their faces.
The security protocols demanded that every person entering or leaving the premises undergo thorough decontamination procedures. It was to create an atmosphere of strict containment that left no room for error. "Ms. Linsor, put this on." Before they even stepped out of the car, Sadie handed medical masks to Grace and Dustin.
"Sure." Grace nodded and took the mask, slipping it over her face.
"I don't need one. Thanks, though,' Dustin politely declined.
His body was naturally immune to all poisons, and now that he had broken through to the next realm, he had even less reason to worry about such threats. Even the ten deadliest poisons in the martial world couldn't harm him, let alone a mere plague.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Mr. Rhys, this outbreak is spreading fast and should not be taken lightly. For your safety, you really should wear the mask," Sadie urged.
"He's a skilled doctor," Grace said calmly." If he says he doesn't need to wear it, then he doesn't. Let's go inside." She didn't offer much explanation. After calling out to the others, she walked into the courtyard.
Though Sadie was puzzled, she didn't press further. She understood Grace's personality well. When the princess made a call, she was rarely wrong about anything.
The three made their way through the courtyard and into the house. They passed through the living room before reaching the bedroom, where they found a man lying on the bed.
He appeared to be in his early 30s with an extremely gaunt frame, and his entire body was strapped down so he couldn't move.
His cheeks were flushed red as he breathed heavily, clearly running a high fever, while red rashes were on his arms, neck, and face. Those were the unmistakable symptoms of the plague.
"Dustin, take a look at his condition first," Grace said, turning her head toward him.
He nodded and stepped forward to examine the patient.
The man's vital signs were extremely weak, and the plague symptoms were already clearly visible on his body. At that rate, he would be dead within two or three days.
"Yes, it's definitely the plague. The man is barely conscious. He's not going to hold on much longer." Dustin quickly delivered his diagnosis.
"Can he still be saved?" Grace asked with a grave expression.
Looking at Callan's condition, he obviously couldn't answer questions normally. They would need to save his life first and relieve his symptoms before conducting any proper questioning.
Dustin nodded and replied, "He can be treated, but it will take seffort." "Whatever you need, just say the word. I'll have people arrange it immediately," Grace replied.
"The plague toxins have reached critical levels. His body is burning from the inside out-high fever, dehydration, severe headaches, and internal bleeding with skin lesions," he said matter-of-factly.
He went on, "I have a prescription that can neutralize the toxins and cool his system. It should stabilize him temporarily. After that, I'll use acupuncture to restore his energy flow. He should regain consciousness by tomorrow morning." "Thank you so much." She breathed a sigh of relief.
She had truly feared that he might say the case was untreatable. That would have made the situation extremely serious.
The plague itself spreads incredibly fast. Without proper medicine to control the symptoms, it would inevitably cause massive casualties.
Grace felt that bringing Dustin here this twas absolutely the right decision.
"I'm just doing what parts," he replied tersely.
He immediately fetched paper and pen, scrawled out a prescription, and handed it to her
Grace took it and thrust it toward Sadie, who was standing behind her. "Get someone to fetch these herbs now," she ordered.
"Got it," Sadie responded with a respectful gesture before hurrying away.
The situation demanded immediate action, as every moment saved in controlling the plague could prevent countless deaths. Within an hour, all the medicinal herbs Dustin required had been delivered.
Next was the brewing process, where he employed an unconventional method to accelerate it. He om channeled bis/mystical pure energy directly into the flames beneath the cauldron, intensifying the heat while simultaneously activating the herbs' healing properties. What would typically require two hours of careful preparation was completed in just 30 minutes under his enhanced technique.
Once Callan had consumed the tonic, Dustin immediately began the acupuncture treatment, using precise pressure point techniques to expel the plague toxins from his patient's body systematically.
His current level of cultivation allowed him to work without physical contact. He could control both the patient and the needles entirely through spiritual manipulation.
With delicate finger movements, Dustin directed each silver needle to fly with perfect accuracy into the designated pressure points, where they spun rapidly to draw out the toxin that had been poisoning Callan's system. Grace observed that display with her usual composure after having witnessed Dustin's abilities before, but Sadie stood transfixed in amazement.
Initially, Sadie had harbored doubts about Dustin's credentials, questioning how someone barely past 20 could legitimately claim to be a skilled doctor.
Now she realized the magnitude of her error as she watched him control needles through the air alone while hitting pressure points with flawless precision.
She considered herself well-traveled and knowledgeable about renowned doctors throughout the realm, yet she had never encountered anyone capable of such extraordinary mastery.
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Ten minutes later, Dustin waved his hand. More than a dozen silver needles lifted from Callan's body and returned to his pouch in an orderly manner.
His mystical pure energy instantly vaporized the contaminated blood on each needle, which essentially served as an alternative form of sterilization.
As the needles were withdrawn, a peculiar suction force drew the toxins rapidly from Callan's body. Dark blood began flowing from where the needles had been applied. This thick, black liquid gave off a putrid stench, and the sight was deeply unsettling.
Grace and Sadie instinctively stepped backward. They were unwilling to risk even the slightest contact with the toxic discharge.
After all, this plague was unlike anything they had encountered before. Even with such a skilled doctor like Dustin present, neither woman dared take unnecessary chances.
The dark blood seeping from Callan's body began to lighten and gradually turned deep red before finally returning to its usual color.
His fever-racked body cooled to normal temperature while his labored breathing settled into a steady, peaceful rhythm. All signs indicated that the plague had been successfully contained.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"He's out of danger for now," Dustin said." But the toxin really did a number on him. He'll likely remain unconscious until tomorrow morning." "Just getting him back from the brink is a miracle. The other doctors I consulted all said it was hopeless," Sadie said with a sigh.
"Mr. Rhys possesses unmatched medical skills. If he can't cure this plague, then no one else can." Grace was quick to sing his praises.
"I appreciate the compliments, but you still need to pay my consultation fee," Dustin said with a faint smile.
"As long as you can helpsolve this plague outbreak, you'll be compensated accordingly," Grace assured him. "Treating one person is manageable, but treating a group of people is not easy," he said, shaking his head.
He went on, "My medicine can only stabilize the condition and provide spreventive benefits, but it won't cure the disease. To fully heal those afflicted with the plague, the medicine must be combined with my acupuncture techniques." If the infection had spread to dozens or even a few hundred people, he could work through each case individually. It would take several days of intensive treatment, but it was still manageable.
However, if the plague spread to thousands of victims, even his abilities would prove insufficient. He wasn't a miracle worker who could heal an unlimited number of patients.
"I understand what you're trying to say," Grace said seriously. "I'll do everything I can to contain the outbreak and prevent it from spreading further." "The key to controlling this epidemic involves more than just prevention measures," Dustin explained with a weary sigh.
He went on, "We must also locate the Skull Covenant, the one responsible for creating this plague. Otherwise, we'll face an endless cycle where new outbreaks emerge as soon as we contain the current one." "I've already dispatched investigators to track them down, but our best lead right now is Callan," Grace replied. "The sooner he regains consciousness, the better our chances of success." "Good to know you've got it handled. Just letknow if there's anything else you needto do." "Mr. Rhys, we have 22 other patients besides Callan. Why don't you treat them all together?" Sadie asked tentatively.
Although the village was under quarantine, any remaining sick individuals would pose an ongoing source of infection. If left untreated, the situation could easily spiral out of control.
"Sure. Ms. Linsor is paying for my services, so I'll get it done." Dustin stretched lazily. "Guess we're pulling an all- nighter." "Thank you for your dedication, Mr. Rhys, " she said respectfully.
"Showwhere they are," he said with a nod toward the path ahead.
"Right this way, please," Sadie responded.
Without hesitation, she guided Dustin toward the area where the patients had been gathered.
The makeshift medical facility was located in an abandoned warehouse. Though it lacked many amenities, it was large enough to accommodate everyone. The 22 patients lay on makeshift bedding arranged in rows across the floor.
Military personnel in full protective gear moved between them. They provided basic care to the patients, like offering sips of water and spoonfuls of broth. Since they had already administered all available medications, supportive care was all they could offer at the moment.
"Mr. Rhys, it's only been two days since we discovered the outbreak, and these people are already too weak to stand," Sadie explained, referring to the patients' condition.
"It's spreading fast," Dustin observed as his gaze swept across the rows of patients.
He continued, "Get someone to prepare the medicine according to my earlier prescription then reduce el three cups of water down to one. Once it's ready, make sure each patient takes a full dose. After that, leave the rest to me." "Got it," she responded before turning to leave.
Fortunately, her earlier foresight in ordering medicinal herbs in bulk had paid off. Now they had more than enough ingredients to treat all 22 patients.
Soon, the strong scent of brewing medicine wafted throughout Ashwillow Village. When the concoction finished brewing, Sadie had her soldiers distribute it to the patients Once everyone had taken their medicine, Dustin stepped in to treat them one by one. Before his breakthrough, treating 22 people would have drained him completely, but now it was manageable.
Whenever his mystical pure energy was depleted, the spiritual energy of on nature around him would rapidly replenish his reserves, so he didn't have to worry about running out of internal energy. At his current pace, he could cure one person every ten minutes, which was remarkably fast by any standard. Still, healing all 22 patients would take roughly four hours without a break.
If 22 people demanded such enormous amounts of tand energy, the situation would bechopeless should the plague spread to thousands or tens of thousands of victims.
Dustin knew he couldn't possibly treat that many patients alone. It hit e him that the absolute priority wash't saving lives but preventing the outbreak from spreading further and hunting down the remnants of the Skull Covenant.
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