"Duke Reeve..."
Several high-ranking fourth-tier mages stood beside her.
It was as if they were protecting her safety, or silently supporting her.
But Aurelion just wanted to ignore everyone around her.
Her gaze remained fixed on the direction Victor had gone.
He stared intently at Viktor's shrinking figure.
It seemed as if a calm voice could be heard even from a hundred meters away.
However, it did not originate from Victor.
"Viktor, were I very obedient today?"
“I had no impulse, and I did nothing else.”
Victor turned around, a smile Aurelion had never seen before on his face.
He nodded at Gwen as if showing her affection.
"Hmm, very good."
Gwen remained expressionless, her snow-silver hair adding to her mystique against the night sky.
Her indifference made her seem distant.
But at this moment, her solitary beauty...
But it seems to have been opened specifically for Viktor:
"Then hug me."
"We'll talk about it when we get home."
The two walked side by side on the road, in silence.
Until the gradually shrinking silhouette blurred and disappeared completely.
Aurelion then blinked.
She was unsure whether Victor had really left, or if the hazy air was simply obscuring her vision.
No matter how carefully Aurelion looked at the winding road, all that remained was the darkness of the night.
She felt a wave of dizziness wash over her, as if the light in her eyes had left her and merged into the dark night sky and the magnificent banquet hall.
Only a dim, deep shadow remained, like a moth stuck to his eyes, fluttering its wings.
The swaying shadows behind me gradually calmed under the candlelight, on the golden floor.
It was stretched very, very long.
...
A day passed quickly.
As before, the capital city was bathed in the first light of dawn.
The news from last night quickly spread throughout the entire aristocratic circle.
Like a surging wave, it roughly swept everyone into it.
The emperor has already chosen his successor.
It wasn't the eldest prince, nor the second prince.
Instead, it was the kingdom's princess, Aurelion Sol.
The news came as a complete surprise, like a bomb dropped into the deep ocean last night.
But perhaps it was thrown too deep, and it didn't cause any ripples.
Because no one found it strange.
Last night, most of the nobles in the capital attended the banquet.
Having heard Emperor Aubrey announce it himself, they naturally felt no excitement.
Besides, compared to this...
At yesterday's banquet, Victor killed several nobles.
If this gets out, it might interest a lot of people.
It could even cause widespread panic among the public.
Apart from the nobility, for most ordinary people...
Those seemingly wicked goddess worshippers sounded closer to their lives than something as distant as a princess ascending the throne.
What if a close family member, someone you see every day, were to one day turn into such a monster?
Emerging from the corpse's skin... transforming into writhing, black flesh and blood...
Just thinking about it is terrifying.
at the same time.
A simple and unpretentious carriage, pulled by a fine horse, rumbled and rolled across the dusty road.
All around was a lush green expanse of waist-high weeds, swaying gently in the breeze, before collapsing to one side.
The dense woods in the distance rustled softly, and no other vehicles passed by on the roads near or far.
Inside the somewhat bumpy, simple carriage sat a man who was anything but simple.
The second prince received the news and sat expressionless in the swaying carriage.
He placed the envelope he had already taken out beside his seat, rubbed his temples, and took a deep breath.
"call……"
Lately, the Second Prince has been feeling very tired, both physically and mentally.
Upon returning from the North, he felt his luck had been exceptionally bad.
First, he broke his ribs twice, and then he was targeted by the entire Witcher organization.
For some reason, I've been seeing those demon hunters quite often in the capital lately.
The greed within him kept telling him that these witchers were searching for something.
But what can a Witcher possibly be looking for?
Isn't it something like a demon?
Unfortunately, due to the large-scale appearance of the demon hunters, he had no choice but to leave the capital and hide.
He could use his status as a prince to drive away those demon hunters.
But the problem is...
Who the hell did this? Why are all those witchers wearing the Clavner family crest?
How come even witchers are working for the Clavner family?
It seems that all of this began when his mother, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, returned.
And now, even the throne has slipped from his grasp.
The second prince found it laughable.
His father never seemed to approve of his relationship with Albany.
It seemed that everything they had done was utterly ridiculous in the eyes of their father.
Finally, he passed the throne to his more beloved little princess.
He was even willing to let a princess inherit the empire.
Before this, neither he nor Albany had done so.
Neither of them felt that the little princess was a threat.
After a long while, the sound of a knight driving a carriage came from outside.
"Your Highness, there is another message coming from the capital."
"It seems that Her Highness the Princess will be leaving the Empire in the next couple of days to visit the Kingdom of Kant in the name of the Empire."
“Victor will go too.”
The second prince rubbed his temples and exhaled a heavy, foul breath.
"I see."
Feeling the swaying carriage, he raised his head again and said calmly:
"Let's go to the adventurer's capital, my brother Albany's territory."
"I think we should share this good news with him."
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