Chapter 189: Chapter189-The Furious Kyrik King
“Not finding it is fine.” Owen thought for a moment but didn’t blame the others.
Considering the timing, the action against Kyrik might not align with the anime’s timeline, so it made sense they couldn’t find clues about entering the Mausoleum in the Kyrik King’s bedchamber.
However, it wasn’t a big issue.
He already had a grand plan set to be executed tonight.
Owen glanced at the intelligence report in his hand, “The empire’s second prince is the king’s favorite. The king’s mistress is the 20-year-old daughter of the prime minister. These two are quite close in age.”
The others exchanged glances, not fully understanding Owen’s plan, but seeing how confident he appeared, they knew this plan was likely more complex than he let on.
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Meanwhile, in the Kyrik capital, the giant hand that had lifted the palace had disappeared, and the palace had temporarily returned to peace. But the Kyrik King’s heart remained restless.
Owen was proving far more difficult to deal with than he had anticipated.
He was barely in his twenties, at the diamond-tier, yet even the master-tier Level 9 White Protector had met his end at Owen’s hands.
If Owen continued to grow, what terrifying power would he wield when he broke through to the master-tier?
Though the palace was currently protected by formations and the power of the founding emperor, these were external forces and could only shield the palace.
If Owen were to attack key cities like he did with the four major cities earlier, even with the palace standing, the king would be left isolated and alone.
The more he thought about it, the more agitated the Kyrik King became. He ran his hands through his messy hair, feeling a growing headache.
The empire’s most powerful protector, the White Protector, had already fallen, and there was no one by his side capable of standing against Owen.
Owen’s combat prowess was simply overwhelming.
Knock, knock, knock…
As the Kyrik King grew increasingly agitated, there was a knock on the study door, and a beautifully dressed, dazzling young woman timidly walked in.
It was Windsor, the prime minister’s daughter and the king’s recently taken concubine.
Windsor obediently walked over to the Kyrik King, gently massaging his shoulders before laying beside him, batting her lively eyes.
“My lord, it’s getting late. It’s time to rest.”
She spoke softly, her breath fragrant, as she began to undress the Kyrik King with her delicate hands.
But the Kyrik King was in no mood for this. He pushed her away roughly, glaring at her coldly.
“Get out!”
Windsor, shocked that the king, who had called her his “sweetheart” just that morning, was now telling her to leave, felt her eyes welling up with tears. She looked at him, hoping he might change his mind.
However, the Kyrik King, his mind consumed with how to deal with the looming threat of Owen, only grew more furious as Windsor didn’t leave and began to sob softly.
“Didn’t you hear me? I said get out!”
His voice was hoarse and tinged with madness.
Windsor, startled, clutched her chest and, deeply disappointed, turned and left the room, thinking that all men were no good. The sweet words of yesterday were all forgotten now.
With a sigh, she returned to her bedroom and lay down, sulking. The scent of the incense at her bedside seemed to grow stronger, her eyelids growing heavy. Soon, she closed her eyes and drifted off into unconsciousness, unaware that she had lost consciousness.
Shortly after Windsor fell asleep, a shadow flickered past the door, silently entering the room. The figure placed her into a sack and carried her away.
The figure waited a moment, ensuring no one noticed anything unusual before cautiously leaving the room and taking her to a brightly lit, bustling brothel.
Not long after, another shadow arrived at the brothel, this one carrying a naked man over his shoulder.
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The next morning, the Kyrik King, who had not slept a wink and had dark circles under his eyes, rose from his bed in a foul mood. He immediately began sifting through the books in his study, searching for a way to eliminate Owen.
Before long, hurried footsteps echoed from outside.
“Your Majesty!”
The footsteps stopped, and the commander of the royal guards knelt, speaking softly but urgently.
Already irritable, the Kyrik King was in no mood for interruptions. He slammed the book in his hand to the floor, glaring at the guard commander at the study’s entrance.
“Speak and be done with it!”
The guard commander swallowed nervously, surprised at how foul the king’s mood was so early in the morning, and quickly said:
“Your Majesty, there are rumors that the second prince was seen entering a brothel last night!”
The Kyrik King frowned but didn’t think much of it.
Although the royal family forbade princes from visiting such lowly places as brothels, boys will be boys, and if the prince had gone, so be it.
But the guard commander remained kneeling, showing no intention of leaving, which made the Kyrik King pause. Frowning, he barked:
“Out with it!”
The guard commander’s voice trembled as he continued, “Your Majesty, the prince wasn’t alone. Your beloved concubine, Windsor, was found with him!”
?!
The Kyrik King’s eyes widened, his already sleep-deprived eyes instantly bloodshot, burning with murderous intent.
Windsor, his beloved concubine, in a brothel?
With the second prince?
Could it be that something was happening between them…?
At that thought, the Kyrik King’s rage exploded, his lungs nearly bursting.
“Take me there! Now!”
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Not long after, the Kyrik King, accompanied by his royal guards, arrived at the brothel, which was now surrounded by the royal guard.
Anyone not involved had been cleared out, and the brothel was in an uproar, yet no one dared voice any complaints.
They all recognized the emperor’s personal guards!
Many of those who were forced out didn’t leave but instead gathered around, sensing that today there might be some juicy scandal to witness.
Boom!
Led by the guard commander, the Kyrik King kicked open the door to the luxurious private room.
As the door flew open, the already enraged Kyrik King nearly lost his breath, his face turning pale and then ashen.
In the room, the second prince and Windsor were lying naked, entwined in each other’s arms like two serpents.
Around them, dozens of naked men and women lay intertwined, the scene one of utter debauchery.
An orgy!
And with his most beloved concubine!
The Kyrik King nearly spat blood from rage. He rushed forward and slapped the second prince across the face.
“Prince! You are Kyrik’s second prince! The future heir! And in the midst of a national crisis, you engage in such disgraceful acts!”
The Kyrik King was livid.
His son was about the same age as Owen, so why was the difference between them so vast?
Owen kept him awake at night with worry, while this prince, whom he favored and cherished, was not only useless but also created such a disgraceful scandal!
“And you, you shameless harlot!”
After slapping the prince, the Kyrik King turned his fiery gaze on Windsor, who lay clinging to the prince.
It felt as though a dagger had been plunged into his heart, leaving him unable to breathe!
In his fury, the Kyrik King’s heart began to ache intensely. His body convulsed as he collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth, his breath erratic.
“Your Majesty!”
“Your Majesty!”
The guard commander and the royal guards turned pale with fear at the sight of the collapsing king. They hurriedly lifted him and rushed him back to the palace for treatment.
Not long after they returned to the palace, the king’s condition stabilized under the care of the royal physician, and he slowly regained consciousness.
However, his eyes were still bloodshot, burning with indescribable fury and murderous intent.
Then, as the Kyrik King slowly recovered from his anger, he seemed to make a firm decision. Clenching his fists, he gazed into the distance, his resolve unshakable.
“Prepare the carriage, we’re going to the Mausoleum!”
The matters concerning Owen and the second prince had pushed him to the brink. Perhaps it was time to invoke the power of the Mausoleum to turn the tide.
Hearing the word “Mausoleum,” the guard commander couldn’t suppress a shiver.
The Mausoleum wasn’t just one of the continent’s four forbidden zones; within Kyrik, it was the forbidden zone of forbidden zones, filled with unimaginable danger.
Of those who ventured near, nine out of ten never returned!
It was a place so feared that people generally avoided even mentioning it!
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