Category: As a villain, I just want them to behave

Chapter 63: Two Dresses

The Loya Ballroom, due to its unique nature, had access to a vast network of information. Their eyes and ears were everywhere, picking up whispers of every significant event.

But behind the Loya Ballroom stood an even more enigmatic group: the Diviners.

Masters of Destiny Magic, they claimed to predict the future, to guide the world’s course.

In reality, their abilities weren’t as grand as the rumors suggested. Predicting the weather or one’s fortune was within their grasp, but foretelling the world’s fate came at a steep price.

Predicting Carol’s transformation had cost the lives of numerous Diviners. Anything more detailed would likely require the sacrifice of their entire order.

Kailun naturally suspected their involvement. But why would the Diviners expend such resources on a trivial matter?

Unless it was her?

He recalled a particular individual within the Loya Ballroom. Her power might have paled in comparison to the Fox Spirit’s, but her talent for Destiny Magic was equally extraordinary.

They had never met in his past life, but he had heard whispers of her reputation.

She was the only one who would squander her talent on such insignificant matters.

Intrigued, he made his way to the manor’s secluded drawing-room.

An elderly woman sat at the table, sipping tea.

“State your business,” Kailun said, getting straight to the point.

He accepted a freshly brewed cup of tea from Roden. “Thank you, Old Rod.”

Roden smiled kindly.

Given the current circumstances, Roden, their most skilled warrior, remained close to Kailun’s side, especially in the presence of strangers. It was a necessary precaution against potential assassins.

These were trying times. Once things settled down, he could call Afra back to his side.

Roden had been stuck at a bottleneck for quite some time. Kailun intended to help him break through, but he lacked the necessary resources for now.

“Master Kailun, I beseech you for the antidote. Please help us. I can’t bear to see those girls suffering, writhing in agony.” The woman pleaded.

Kailun took a sip of tea, his expression unreadable. “What antidote? I have no idea what you’re talking about. Perhaps you could be more specific.”

“Master Kailun… one of our Diviners foresaw that the solution to our problem lies with you. That’s why I’m here. If not for the princess’s deception, we wouldn’t be in this predicament.” The woman explained, adding “Master” to her address as a sign of respect.

The mention of a Diviner confirmed his suspicions. It was her.

He set down his cup and met her gaze. “I believe you’ve misinterpreted the prophecy. I can alleviate their pain, but I don’t have the antidote. If you trust me, Old Rod will provide you with some pain relievers.”

He stood and left the room, finishing his tea in one gulp.

“This…” The woman hesitated, unsure what to make of his words.

Would these pain relievers truly help?

Roden smiled reassuringly. “You can trust our young master. He’s not a bad person at heart.”

After a moment of contemplation, she nodded. “Very well. I’ll try it.”

…

The “pain relievers” weren’t a cure, nor were they ordinary painkillers. They were a byproduct of the poison, designed to temporarily alleviate the symptoms.

At this crucial juncture, Kailun wouldn’t hand over the antidote. These “pain relievers” were the best he could offer.

He didn’t want to antagonize the Loya Ballroom. Their intelligence network would prove useful in his future endeavors.

“Carol, have the dresses arrived?”

He found Carol in his private villa, eager to inquire about his new attire.

“Yes, Master. They arrived earlier. I’ve placed them in your room.” She blushed, averting her gaze.

She had seen the two figures under the blankets in his room. Even after witnessing such scenes several times, she couldn’t help but feel flustered. There were even times when she had walked in on him completely naked.

Despite her mental preparation, she still felt a surge of shyness.

“Excellent. Could you help me change? These clothes are quite complicated.”

He led her to his room, his excitement growing.

But then he remembered Anna and Ella. He quickly steered Carol towards her own room.

Two garment bags hung from a stand: a men’s suit and a women’s wedding dress.

He retrieved the suit from its bag, a sleek black ensemble.

“I’ll leave it to you,” he said, handing it to Carol and extending his arms.

“Leave it to me, Master. I’ll complete my task with utmost care.”

She carefully removed his clothes and helped him into the suit, her movements slow and deliberate.

She could sense his joy, a feeling she had rarely witnessed before.

He usually carried a burden of regret and resentment, emotions she couldn’t comprehend.

If only she could share his pain.

He was her savior. Even the smallest act of service brought her immense happiness.

It took ten minutes to dress him. The finished product left even Carol speechless.

The suit exuded power and elegance. Every detail was meticulously crafted. Combined with Kailun’s charisma, it created an irresistible aura. Her heart pounded in her chest, threatening to burst out of her ribcage.

He radiated an indescribable charm. His confidence, his pride, his wickedness… it all coalesced into a captivating presence.

Carol sensed a transformation within him, a newfound clarity of purpose.

He was looking forward to the future.

Kailun adjusted his collar, admiring his reflection. “Not bad. Quite handsome, actually. Wearing this suit will make tomorrow’s events even more… ceremonial.”

He handed the garment bag containing the wedding dress to Carol. “Give this to Old Rod. Have him deliver it to Afra. Make sure she wears it tomorrow.”

“Okay~”

Carol’s eyes lingered on the bag, a hint of envy in her gaze.

Kailun instantly understood her thoughts. He patted her head gently. “Focus on getting stronger. I’ll have a dress made for you when you’re ready.”

Carol wasn’t just any girl to him. She held a special place in his heart.

She clutched the bag, her eyes shining with determination. “Yes, Master!”

[Carol’s feelings for you have deepened. Favorability increased. Current favorability: 92.]

Chapter 62: I’m Not Interested in Brothels

“Paul, you’re a lifesaver! You won’t believe what that vile Hilna has done! She poisoned these girls again! Utterly despicable!”

Harry grabbed his arm, preventing him from escaping.

They had switched venues, hired a new batch of girls, and yet Hilna had still managed to poison them.

Disgusting!

“It’s true! Some nobles are still suffering because they didn’t receive the antidote in time!” Lodis, clutching his green hair, fumed with righteous indignation.

“Thank goodness you’re here! This banquet would have been ruined.” Harry patted Paul’s shoulder. “Since you’ve declared your intention to stop struggling, why don’t you put on a good show tonight? I’ll recommend you for a position within the Divine Church.”

“No! I’ll die! I’ll definitely die!” Paul shook his head frantically. He couldn’t handle this many people.

“Don’t worry! My healing magic will mend any wounds you might receive! Now, let’s celebrate!”

Harry and Lodis, ignoring his protests, dragged him to the center of the hall.

Soon, Paul’s cries echoed through the banquet hall.

But even his moans couldn’t compare to the sweet sounds emitted by his sister and aunt. Kailun could attest to that.

…

Near midnight, Hilna arrived at the valley, her eyes widening at the sight of the Sunset Flowers blanketing the ground. “Are you sure Kailun spent the entire afternoon arranging these flowers?”

“Yes, Your Highness. He didn’t leave until sunset,” Shirley confirmed.

“Do you think it’s possible he’s hidden magic formations beneath these flowers?” Hilna scanned the valley suspiciously.

“We’ve checked thoroughly. They’re ordinary Sunset Flowers. There are no magical fluctuations. Everything is normal.”

“Can we set up an ambush here?”

Shirley gestured towards the nearby men in black. “Impossible. Kailun has left guards. We can’t make a move without him knowing.”

“All we can do is monitor the situation and prevent him from using any underhanded tactics.”

Hilna pondered her words. With Duke Stamp’s reinforcements arriving the day after tomorrow, she held a clear advantage. She couldn’t fathom how Kailun could possibly turn the tables.

According to her calculations, he was walking into a death trap.

But could it be that simple?

“Your Highness, we’ve received word from the banquet. The poison has been discovered.”

Hilna, gazing up at the night sky, sighed. “It doesn’t matter. The poisoned bodies were just a diversion. The real poison is in the food.”

It was a traditional approach, but she knew they were unlikely to consume the banquet food. Poisoning the wine was too risky, with dedicated tasters present.

It was a long shot, and she held little hope for its success.

“There’s something else I need to report,” Shirley said hesitantly.

“What is it? More bad news?” Hilna gestured towards the large boulder covered with a blanket.

“Rumors of you colluding with the Abyss are spreading like wildfire. It’s damaging your reputation. Should we address it?”

“Find the source of the rumors and arrest them. Find out who’s behind this. It’s probably either Kailun or the Second Prince. If it’s the latter, we’re in trouble.”

The Divine Church’s influence was a significant threat. After the poisoning attempt failed, she had lost her leverage over Harry. Dealing with the Church was proving to be a difficult task.

“Leave some men here to monitor the situation. We’re returning to the palace. Please prepare a sedative for me. I doubt I’ll be able to sleep tonight.”

“As you command.” Shirley, observing her exhaustion, clenched her jaw.

She prayed that their plan would succeed in two days.

Even if it cost her life, she would ensure Kailun’s demise.

The thought of the princess falling into his clutches was too horrifying to contemplate.

…

The sun rose, casting its golden rays upon the Royal City. Kailun stood by the window, enjoying a cup of warm milk delivered by Carol.

[Your total attribute points have increased by 2% due to Ella’s talent.]

[Ella still harbors resentment towards you. Current favorability: -65.]

[Anna is quite attached to your body. Current favorability: 65.]

Having achieved -100 favorability with Ella, he had gained all of her future attribute points, roughly equivalent to a fifth-tier mage.

While insignificant compared to his peak power in his past life, it was a substantial boost for now.

He owed Anna a debt of gratitude. Without her, he might have failed.

He wasn’t sure if Mental Pollution was a blessing or a curse.

Feeling the surge of power coursing through him, he was confident he could go another night without rest.

He was finally strong enough to defend himself, but he was still far from Roden’s level.

Unfortunately, the old butler wasn’t a “key figure” in the grand scheme of things. Otherwise, he could have siphoned a considerable amount of attribute points from him.

He glanced at the two figures sprawled on the bed, their naked bodies a testament to the night’s activities. He covered them with a blanket. They could clean themselves up when they woke.

With a mischievous grin, he headed to the bathroom for a much-needed shower.

“Master, a woman claiming to be the owner of the Loya Ballroom is here to see you.”

Carol, her expression a mixture of curiosity and concern, greeted him as he stepped out of his bedroom.

“The Loya Ballroom? What would they want with me? I don’t frequent brothels.”

“She mentioned something about the antidote. Do you have any idea what she’s talking about?” Carol visibly relaxed upon hearing his denial.

Kailun’s expression shifted. “Have the maids escort her to the drawing-room. I’ll be there shortly.”

This was unexpected. The owner of the Loya Ballroom shouldn’t know about his involvement.

Hilna wouldn’t expose him for the sake of her own reputation. So what had gone wrong?

A thought struck him. Could it be the person behind the Loya Ballroom?

Chapter 61: You Came Just in Time

[Natural Seduction: She is the embodiment of temptation. By stripping away her garments, you will experience divine pleasure. Each union of your souls will grant you bonus free attribute points.]

Kailun’s gaze fell upon Ella’s unique talent once more. Driven by his thirst for power, he pushed open the door to his bedroom.

Ella and Anna stood by the window, engaged in conversation. As per his instructions, they were both clad in stunning backless gowns.

Anna’s legs were adorned with white knee-high socks, while Ella wore black tights. The contrasting colors complemented each other perfectly, like a pair of black and white butterflies in flight.

Their conversation ceased abruptly as they heard his footsteps. Both turned to face him, their eyes filled with apprehension.

“Click!”

He closed the door and approached them slowly.

Standing behind them, he addressed Anna. “Did you teach Ella her duties?”

“Yes, Master. I explained everything. Auntie should be fully aware.” Anna nodded, feeling Ella’s glare burning into her back.

“Good. When I return from my bath, I expect to see her hard at work.”

He pinched Anna’s cheek playfully and entered the bathroom.

Silence descended upon the room. After a long moment, Ella turned to Anna. “Is this truly our only option?”

“Give up, Auntie. We can’t stop him. And compared to Paul and Father, he’s not that bad.” Anna’s gaze was fixed on the bathroom door.

“No! He’s a monster! You have no idea what he did to me!” Ella shook her head, unable to accept the thought of losing something so precious. “You’ve been brainwashed! Don’t you see what he’s doing to you? He’s been forcing you this whole time!”

“I know. But if I can’t resist, why not enjoy it? Here, we have endless food, countless scrolls, unlimited resources. And even at night… it’s quite comfortable.”

Ella’s hands fell limply to her sides.

Her niece was beyond saving.

She looked out the window. Thick clouds obscured the moon, mirroring the darkness that had settled upon her heart.

Anna led her to the bed and, before she could react, pushed her onto the mattress. Before Ella could scramble back to her feet, Anna was on top of her.

Their eyes met, their chests pressed together, the peaks of their breasts creating a breathtaking sight. Their revealing gowns left little to the imagination.

“What are you doing?” Ella asked, bewildered.

“He told me to hold you down. I figured it would be easier for both of us. For me to do my job and for him to… inspect the results.”

Anna shifted her weight, her stomach pressing against Ella’s. It was an awkward and compromising position.

Ella’s limbs were pinned, rendering her helpless. A cool breeze drifted in through the open window, sending a shiver down her exposed backside. A sense of foreboding washed over her.

“You’re truly obedient, aren’t you? I misjudged you. Why not just become his dog?”

Anna shook her head calmly, her hand toying with the chain dangling from Ella’s choker. “Auntie, I’m not his dog. You are.”

Ella: “…”

She couldn’t argue with that.

Despair flooded her heart. Her hatred for Kailun intensified.

[Ella’s hatred for you deepens as she confronts her reality. Favorability decreased to -90.]

Kailun, clad in a bathrobe, emerged from the bathroom, a triumphant smirk on his face. Anna had exceeded his expectations.

He surveyed the scene on the bed, his approval evident.

“Since you’re so eager, Ella, I’ll be gentle.”

He stretched, distributing his attribute points between Strength and Agility in a two-to-one ratio.

Speed and endurance weren’t mutually exclusive. With the right balance, he could conquer anything.

“I don’t want your gentleness! I don’t need it!” Ella retorted, her frustration boiling over. But she instantly regretted her outburst. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to raise my voice. Can you just pretend you didn’t hear that?”

“No can do. I only grant first wishes.”

He kicked off his slippers and climbed onto the bed, kneeling behind them.

The sight before him filled him with immense pleasure.

“Slap!”

He swatted Anna’s generous backside, enjoying the sound and the rippling flesh.

His gaze shifted downwards, lingering on the hem of Ella’s gown. “Do you know why I chose you first?”

“I don’t know! I really don’t know!” She squirmed as his fingers traced the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

“Because you’re weak.” Kailun offered the simple truth. “If you were stronger, I wouldn’t have to resort to such risky methods. My talent is… quite demanding.”

Ella didn’t understand his last statement, but the first part was enough to infuriate her.

His dismissive tone felt like a personal attack. Even if she knew he was deliberately provoking her, it still stung.

[Ella’s hatred for you intensifies as you deny her worth. Favorability -5.]

“I’m not weak! I just started learning magic later in life! If I had started a few years earlier… mmm!”

Her protests were cut short as a wave of pleasure washed over her, leaving her breathless.

“Stubborn words, but your body tells a different story. Since you’re ready, there’s no need for gentleness.”

He pinned Anna down, his focus shifting to Ella.

“Rip!”

[Ella’s favorability -3 due to excruciating pain.]

[Ella’s favorability -1 as the pain intensifies.]

[Ella’s favorability -1 as Anna’s gaze shatters her pride.]

[-100 favorability achieved! You have gained all of Ella’s attribute points from a specific point in the future. You have also acquired a new talent: Gift of Power (Temporarily transfer your attribute points to another person. Refreshes three times daily).]

[Note: If Ella’s future growth exceeds this point, the attribute points gained will be calculated based on her highest potential.]

[Mental Pollution successful. Ella’s favorability +10. Current favorability: -90.]

[Anna’s favorability slowly increases due to her desire for you.]

[Anna’s favorability continues to increase as you fulfill her desires. Current favorability: 60.]

He had to admit, this “human sandwich” was a delightful experience. Visually appealing, satisfying, and convenient.

Different choices offered different flavors. The juicy explosion of flavors, the tender meat… it filled the emptiness within him.

Any craving could be satisfied. One bite, two bites, three bites… If that wasn’t enough, there was always the option of a “roujiamo” – meat sandwiched between two layers. A unique and equally satisfying experience.

This feast might last all night.

…

Meanwhile, a disheartened Paul found himself once again at the gates of Orchid Castle. The sight of the brightly lit building filled him with a numb emptiness.

The guards let him pass without question. Paul was, after all, the infamous “roast goose” of Orchid Castle.

As he neared the banquet hall, he heard a commotion. Something about “Get on your knees! How dare you poison…”

The words were muffled by the walls.

Ignoring the noise, he pushed open the doors to the banquet hall. “I… I don’t want to struggle anymore,” he mumbled.

All eyes turned to him.

A row of women knelt before the Second Prince. Their beauty paled in comparison to the previous night’s selection.

The hungry gazes of the nobles rekindled a spark of life within Paul. He took a step back. “Sorry. Wrong time?”

“No! You came at the perfect time!”

High Priest Harry beamed at him. The boy who had haunted his thoughts had finally returned.

Chapter 60: The Devil’s Plaything

“Is it too late to apologize?” Winnie whimpered, her fear reaching new heights as Kailun approached, his arms full of strange tools.

She just wanted to survive this ordeal with a shred of dignity intact. Being subjected to whatever he had planned in front of Vivian and Phils was simply unbearable.

“How many times have you asked me that?”

“Click!”

He locked the cell door behind him.

The anti-magic barrier might have suppressed the prisoners’ magic, but it had no effect on Kailun.

His strength came from his attributes. He could handle a hundred Winnies even without magic.

He tossed two sets of shackles onto the ground. “Put them on. Or should I help you?”

Winnie cowered in the corner, hugging her knees, hoping to avoid his attention.

But Kailun, ever the villain, wasn’t going to let her off so easily. He placed the lit candle on the table. “Play dead and I’ll send assassins to your family. You have five seconds to decide.”

He didn’t bother counting. He simply stared at her, his gaze unwavering.

He didn’t care if his methods were considered despicable. He was done with this world. All that mattered now was his own amusement.

Only those who could entertain him held value. With a few notable exceptions, of course.

The pressure was suffocating. One look and Winnie knew he was serious.

[Winnie hates you. She wishes she could kick you to death. Favorability -10. Current favorability: -70.]

“I’ll do it…”

Suppressing the urge to wet herself, she knelt and slowly fastened the shackles around her wrists and ankles.

“Good girl. Now, dance for me.”

Kailun blew a whistle, his sharp eyes noticing her struggle to hold back.

How could he, in his infinite kindness, not offer assistance?

“Mmm!” Winnie bit back a whimper.

“Dance! I love watching beautiful girls dance in chains. One step out of line and I’ll douse you in hot wax. And then we’ll move on to those other toys. Wouldn’t want them to feel neglected, now would we?”

He spread his arms, his face a picture of innocence.

Phils, peering through the glass wall, watched with envy. She wished she could trade places with Winnie.

Vivian, too, couldn’t tear her gaze away. The flickering candlelight illuminated the scene, allowing her to witness every detail.

It felt wrong, but she couldn’t help but watch.

A strange desire bloomed within her. She imagined herself in Kailun’s position, wielding that same power over him.

Sympathy for Winnie?

None whatsoever. Having witnessed the Royal Court’s cruelty and indifference, Vivian harbored no illusions about human nature.

And she had seen Paul’s true colors. What kind of person would fall for someone like him?

Winnie had dared to defy Kailun? The fool. Didn’t she understand the concept of “a guest in another’s house”? She was practically begging to be tormented.

Kailun’s methods were quite intriguing. Worth studying, she decided.

With a student’s eagerness, she watched, her eyes wide with fascination.

“Clink, clink!”

Under his watchful gaze, Winnie began to dance, her movements slow and awkward as she struggled to maintain her composure.

Lacking musical accompaniment, Kailun provided his own, whistling a jaunty tune.

[Winnie’s favorability continues to decrease…]

[Winnie’s favorability continues to decrease…]

[Winnie’s favorability continues to decrease…]

By the end of the dance, her favorability had plummeted to -85.

He had to hand it to her. She was putting up a good fight, for a prideful noble lady.

Kailun clapped his hands, bored. “Good effort. I’ll let you off the hook this time. But next time you insult me, I’ll record our little session and send it to Paul for his viewing pleasure.”

He left the cell, locking the door behind him.

“The key! Can you at least unlock these shackles?” Winnie pleaded, her voice trembling.

She was about to lose control. Even with Vivian and Phils watching, she couldn’t hold it any longer.

“Key? What key? Didn’t you notice? Those are specially designed spring locks. They’ll unlock automatically in about ten hours. No need to worry. Now, if you’ll excuse me. Bye-bye!”

As he turned away, Winnie caught a glimpse of his triumphant smirk.

“That bastard!” This time, she only dared curse him in her mind.

“Wait for me! Aren’t you going to interrogate me?” Phils unlocked her own cell door with the key Kailun had given her and hurried after him.

“I never said that. You’re just projecting your fantasies.”

“Can’t you at least indulge me? I’m just curious! I promise I won’t enjoy it too much.”

“No.”

“You’re so mean! If it were me, I wouldn’t have held back. You could have seen everything you wanted.”

“…You’re something else, Phils.”

Their voices faded as they walked away.

“Why are you doing this to me? I haven’t done anything wrong! Why…” Winnie broke down, tears streaming down her face.

And then it happened. The dam broke. Warmth spread through her clothes, soaking her skirt and thighs. Her humiliation was complete.

“Click!”

Startled, she looked down. The shackles had unfastened, falling to the ground with a soft thud.

He had tricked her again! The shackles were timed! And she had… she had wet herself because of her own fear and despair!

He had orchestrated everything, manipulating her every move. His understanding of the human psyche was terrifying.

Winnie sobbed even louder.

“He’s a monster! I hope my sister never falls into his clutches… no, scratch that. I hope she does fall for him! It’s her fault I’m being tormented like this! But I’m not like that fool Winnie! I still have a trump card!”

Vivian’s eyes gleamed as she retrieved a hidden vial.

It was the poison the princess had planned to use at the Second Prince’s banquet. Vivian had stolen a small dose, along with the antidote. Enough for two.

In her excitement, she failed to notice that the antidote vial’s seal had been tampered with.

…

“Find yourself a room. I have business to attend to tonight. No time for games.” Kailun dismissed Phils with a wave of his hand.

He had a busy night ahead of him, maximizing Ella’s potential.

The thought of her unique talent brought a smile to his lips.

Naturally seductive, was she?

He couldn’t wait to put that to the test.

Chapter 59: As a Villain, I Seek Pleasure

Vivian pretended not to hear, her eyes glued to the biography in her hands. Winnie, however, lowered her head in shame.

Phils, in her usual bubbly manner, remained oblivious. She skipped over to Winnie’s cell and peered through the bars. “Why are you locked up? Did you do something bad? Wow, this dungeon is so authentic! It’s exactly like I imagined! Don’t you think this dark, damp, and dilapidated cell has a certain charm?”

“Pfft!” Winnie almost choked on her own saliva.

If only Phils knew what she had endured.

No food, no water, not even a proper toilet.

How could she, a noble lady, relieve herself in a bucket in front of everyone? The thought of squatting over two rotting planks of wood was unbearable.

The urge to explode was almost overwhelming. One wrong move and she would have an accident.

“If you like it so much, why don’t you try it yourself?” Winnie forced a smile.

“Really? I can stay in a room like this?” Phils turned to Kailun, her eyes sparkling with hope.

“You can take the cell next to Winnie’s. Since you’re acquainted, get to know each other better.” Kailun retrieved a key from his pocket and handed it to Phils, taking the food box from her in return.

“Thanks! We’ll definitely become good friends!”

Phils snatched the key and practically skipped over to the cell, unlocking the door and switching on the magical lights inside.

A moment later, her disappointed voice echoed through the dungeon. “Aw, it’s actually quite nice! I was hoping for the same authentic experience as Winnie!”

Winnie’s gaze shot towards the neighboring cell. Through the transparent glass wall, illuminated by bright magical lights, she saw Phils’s luxurious accommodations.

Winnie: “？？?”

Why was Phils’s cell as lavish as the little princess’s? And why was she complaining?

Was she insane?

A wave of emotions washed over Winnie: jealousy, resentment, envy.

“Um… could I perhaps switch rooms?” she asked Kailun, her voice small.

“My, my. Aren’t you full of pride? Now you’re begging?” He placed a food box inside Vivian’s cell, then crouched down in front of Winnie’s.

“I’m sorry! I was wrong! Please forgive me! I shouldn’t have insulted you!” Winnie clutched her stomach, desperate to alleviate the pressure building within.

If not for her dire situation, she would never lower herself to begging this devil for anything.

“Apologies are meaningless. Otherwise, what use would villains be? Besides, isn’t it common courtesy to apologize with your chest exposed? Why haven’t you done that yet?” Kailun raised an eyebrow, enjoying her discomfort.

His words shattered the last vestiges of her composure.

“You’re despicable! Aren’t you afraid of shaming the Grand Duke? I’m your fiancée! How dare you treat me like this!”

“What a shame Paul isn’t here to witness this. Hearing you acknowledge our engagement would have made him so happy.” Kailun opened the food box and pushed it towards her. “Eat up. A nutritious meal prepared specially for my dear fiancée.”

Mentioning Paul only fueled her anger. “Paul would never force a woman into marriage! He wouldn’t lock innocent people in a dungeon, and he would never lay a hand on a princess! You’re a monster! Disloyal, unrighteous, heartless!”

[Winnie’s hatred towards you intensifies. Current favorability: -60.]

Silence descended upon the dungeon. Even Phils, eager for Kailun’s attention, wouldn’t dare provoke him. She knew better than to cross a line.

Only after interacting with him did she realize how terrifying he truly was. His cunning, ruthlessness, and ambition dwarfed the princess’s. His efficiency and decisiveness had captivated her.

Just because she had been confined to the manor didn’t mean she was unaware of the power shifts happening in the city. Phils was no fool.

Kailun had a soft spot for intelligent people who knew when to switch sides.

But for stubborn fools like Winnie… well, he could only apologize. He was determined to reach -100 favorability with her.

He met her gaze, a chilling smile playing on his lips. “You’re right. Paul is a good person. He has many admirable qualities.”

Winnie stared at him in disbelief. Why was he praising Paul?

“To secure his position as the top student, he convinced his sister to steal the Forbidden Scroll from the academy. Such dedication to his studies! To cover up the theft, he kept his sister’s disappearance a secret, leaving her vulnerable to those who would exploit her. What rationality! To protect himself, he watched as his aunt suffered, content to observe from a safe distance. What intelligence! To repay his debts, he colluded with his father to sell his sister for two thousand gold coins. What business acumen! To gain favor with influential figures, he sold his…”

“Stop it! Stop it! I don’t want to hear anymore!” Winnie covered her ears, her worldview crumbling.

Was this Paul’s true nature? He sounded even worse than Kailun!

“Aw, but I’m not finished yet. There’s so much more to tell.” Kailun’s smile widened. “You’re blind to the truth. That’s why you ended up as a pawn, discarded and left to die. Consider this a reality check. You’ll thank me later. Although, judging by your current attitude, you’ll probably rot in this cell forever.”

He turned to leave, but just as Winnie thought he was gone, he returned, his arms laden with strange and unsettling objects.

Terror gripped her heart. “W-what are you doing? Don’t even think about it! The princess is right next door!”

“That just makes it more exciting, doesn’t it?”

He lit a white candle. In the flickering candlelight, his smile seemed even more sinister.

Chapter 58: Phils’s Self-Guided Tour

“So she sent spies? She doesn’t trust me at all. Come, let’s go greet our guests.” Kailun flicked Phils’s forehead again and started walking.

She rubbed her head, a small yelp escaping her lips, before rushing after him and looping her arm around his. When she wanted to be, Phils could be incredibly alluring.

The location was a valley east of the Royal City, shaped like the Chinese character for “field.” Two roads intersected at the center, dividing it into four quadrants.

The valley’s sides were bare slopes, unsuitable for ambushes.

This meant the two roads and the exits were crucial. On the surface, Princess Hilna, with her superior forces, held the advantage.

They reached the center of the valley and spotted Shirley, leading a group of soldiers. She was meticulously inspecting every nook and cranny, searching for hidden mechanisms or magic formations.

“Shirley, fancy meeting you here. Checking so thoroughly? Don’t you trust me?” Kailun approached within ten meters, his confidence stemming from Roden’s presence.

“I’m merely ensuring the princess’s safety. Please don’t interfere with our work,” Shirley replied coldly.

Even the princess was no match for Kailun. Knowing her place, she had no desire for a confrontation.

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t dream of it. I’m just here to… prepare the venue. Don’t mind me.”

He snapped his fingers. A hundred men carrying large crates appeared behind him.

“Fill the valley with these. Make it beautiful.”

The men opened the crates, revealing their contents: Sunset Flowers.

Sunset Flowers were peculiar plants. Pitch black, they didn’t rely on sunlight. Instead, they absorbed minuscule amounts of magic from the air.

Brewed into tea, they offered a negligible magic recovery effect. Not exactly a precious flower.

But weren’t they a tad too ominous for a wedding?

Shirley couldn’t decipher his intentions. She decided to withdraw to avoid further conflict, but she planned to return for another inspection once Kailun left.

“Kailun, why the flowers?” Phils asked after Shirley and her men were gone.

“You’ll find out the day after tomorrow.” He wasn’t ready to reveal his hand just yet.

The flowers weren’t meant for the princess. They were a gift for the Second Prince and the High Priest.

Remember the poison they had been infected with?

While potent, it was possible for someone like Harry to temporarily suppress it. Kailun’s goal was to exacerbate its effects.

After a day of exposure to sunlight, Sunset Flowers emitted a peculiar fragrance. Harmless to ordinary people, it triggered a volatile reaction in those infected with the poison.

Once Lodis was dealt with, Hilna would be easy prey.

And once his plan reached fruition, he would lock both princesses in the same cell for a double kill.

“Come, keep me company. It’s still early. I’ll take you home to choose your room later.”

He led her to a large boulder, spread a blanket, and gestured for her to sit with her legs outstretched.

Resting his head on her lap, he nuzzled his forehead against her stomach. “Wake me up when Roden and the others are done. Preferably by licking my ear.”

Phils nodded eagerly.

Lying on the same boulder where he had died in his past life, Kailun felt strangely at peace. Drowsiness washed over him, and soon he was fast asleep.

Once she was sure he was out cold, Phils let her curiosity get the better of her. She gently stroked his hair, then carefully pinched his nose. The thrill of messing with the “big bad villain” was exhilarating.

This power, this control, was as intoxicating as being controlled by him.

It was a thrilling new discovery, a perfect blend of excitement and satisfaction.

If she woke him up, she would be punished, and that was exciting.

If he remained asleep, she could continue her exploration, which was equally thrilling.

[Phils has kissed your cheek. Favorability +5.]

[Phils has touched your abs. Favorability +5.]

[Phils has squeezed your… sensitive area. Favorability +5.]

…

“Kailun, wake up. It’s getting late. We should head back.”

Phils gently nibbled on his earlobe, her tongue tracing the shell of his ear.

Kailun stirred, a wave of annoyance washing over him. He nuzzled her thigh, but his eyes snapped open when he saw the notifications from the system.

Kailun: “!!!”

He had taken a nap, and somehow Phils had single-handedly raised her favorability rating to eighty? Even free labor didn’t yield results this quickly!

He scrolled through the notifications, each one more ridiculous than the last. She had taken advantage of him while he slept?

Unacceptable. It seemed tonight she would be getting her wish: a one-way ticket to his dungeon.

“Did you do anything… strange while I was asleep?” he asked casually, wiping his slightly damp face with his sleeve.

“N-no! Of course not! If I had, I’d gladly accept any punishment you see fit!” Phils blushed, her voice firm despite her flustered state.

“Very well. I’ll believe you… for now.” He glanced at the waiting carriages. “Let’s go home. I need to feed a certain someone after dinner.”

He stretched and started walking, leaving Phils to scramble after him. She quickly caught up and slipped her hand into his.

They walked side by side, their shadows lengthening as the sun began to set.

…

Back at the manor, they had dinner. To further lower Ella’s favorability, Kailun made her eat from a small bowl placed by his feet.

As expected, her favorability plummeted to -90. With tonight’s activities, he might even reach -100.

Not that it mattered much. Ella’s true worth lay in her business acumen, not her combat prowess.

After dinner, he handed Phils two food boxes and led her to the dungeon.

Her eyes widened as she recognized the prisoners. “Princess Vivian? Miss Winnie? What are you doing here?”

Vivian: “…”

Winnie: “…”

Chapter 57: Revisiting the Past

“Now that tonight’s sleeping arrangements are settled, let’s talk business. Even if your family status is just a dog, you still need to work. We don’t keep idle hands in this house,” Kailun declared, fixing his gaze on Ella.

Of course, if the “idle hands” belonged to an exceptionally beautiful vase, he wouldn’t mind keeping it around to hold milk.

“Mmm…” Ella moaned softly. Kailun’s hand was exploring the soft skin of her stomach.

The slit in her cheongsam proved convenient, allowing him access to do as he pleased.

He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of regret. She lacked a certain something. He decided Ella would look even better with a slave mark like Anna’s.

“In the next two days, I’ll arrange for you to establish a trading company. You’ll be in charge of all major trade operations. Our partners will include not just human nations, but also those from the Abyss. I’ll discuss the details with you tonight. For now, just focus on setting things up. I’ll provide ample funding.”

He absently tapped her navel with his finger.

He acknowledged Ella’s business acumen. She could manage a trading company with exceptional efficiency, even without direct involvement.

However, her methods of exploiting commoners were ruthless. Thankfully, with him overseeing things, she wouldn’t be able to act so heartlessly.

Having experienced the hardships of the lower class firsthand, Kailun understood the limits of exploitation. Even with absolute power, there was always a breaking point.

Improving their basic living conditions, ensuring their survival, was a small but crucial part of his plan.

He wasn’t a saint. He was simply laying the foundation for stability and consolidating power. It might require significant financial investment, but fortunately, the nobles of the Xiya Kingdom were swimming in wealth.

Wool came from sheep. Kailun, a firm believer in this principle, wouldn’t spend a single copper coin of his own.

Once the kingdom was stabilized, he had even more ambitious and ruthless plans. Let’s just say certain nobles and neighboring kingdoms were in for a rough time.

“The Abyss? We’re trading with the Abyss? But aren’t they all demons?” Ella shuddered at the mention of the Abyss, momentarily forgetting about Kailun’s hand on her stomach.

“I’ve made some discoveries while studying the Forbidden Scroll. They might not be as terrifying as the rumors suggest. Certain magic requires dragon teeth and harpy wings as ingredients. They’re more like… ferocious prey.” Anna, deep in thought, recalled the knowledge she had gleaned from the Scroll.

“It’s complicated. We’ll discuss it tonight. For now, just focus on two things.” Kailun tugged playfully on her collar. “First, prepare for the trading company’s launch. Learn about our future operations. Second, be a good girl and follow Anna’s lead tonight. She’ll teach you how to… grow.”

Ella: “…”

Escape was futile. She was going to be tainted.

“What about me?” Anna piped up.

“Continue teaching Carol magic. She’s our trump card,” Kailun said seriously.

Despite her extraordinary talent, Carol, starting from scratch, still needed time to learn. Anna, for now, would suffice as her teacher.

“Okay…” Anna’s voice was tinged with disappointment. She couldn’t explain why she felt this way.

“Three days have already passed. Time flies.” Kailun stretched, a satisfied smile on his face. Everything was proceeding smoothly. He had never felt so content.

[Phils’s favorability towards you has decreased due to your neglect.]

[Phils is strangely excited by your neglect play. Favorability increased. Current favorability: 50.]

Kailun: “…”

As expected of Phils. Her favorability increased even when he ignored her. He had to hand it to her.

He had initially considered tormenting her, but that wouldn’t lower her favorability. It would only excite her, which was the opposite of what he wanted.

When it came to being twisted, Phils was in a league of her own.

In public, she was a graceful and elegant noble lady. But behind closed doors, she was a complete deviant.

“Alright. I’ll take Phils on a trip down memory lane this afternoon.”

He made up his mind. It was a shame Afra had left so early. He had wanted to entrust her with his three knight trainees.

“Master, your milk is ready.” Carol approached, holding a cup of steaming milk.

“Come, let me feed you.” He led Carol to a nearby seat.

Carol: “？？?”

…

After a sumptuous lunch, Kailun rode his carriage to Phils’s residence to pick her up.

She was practically vibrating with excitement during the ride, her lips parting several times as if about to speak.

“Just ask if you have questions.” He paused, letting his next words sink in. “But don’t expect me to answer.”

Phils pouted. “How mean! I’m a key figure in your plans involving the princess. Is this how you treat valuable assets?”

“First of all, you’re no longer useful. The princess’s current tool is the little princess.” He looked at the beautiful girl beside him, her purple eyes sparkling with mischief.

“To both me and the princess, you’re insignificant. She doesn’t care about you, and I can do without you. You no longer hold any sway in this game.”

“So I’ve been used and discarded?” she asked, feigning sadness.

“Not quite. I haven’t even laid a finger on you.”

She wasn’t offended by his teasing. “You’re just trying to make me feel better. I knew I was indispensable.”

“If you were just a little bit normal…”

“So there’s no chance of me becoming your queen?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Don’t be ridiculous. You have four options: tool, slave, pet kitten, or prisoner. Take your pick.” He ran his fingers up and down her stocking-clad leg.

“Will the prisoner be subjected to your… interrogation methods?” Her eyes gleamed with anticipation.

Ever since meeting Kailun, Phils felt like her true nature had awakened. Strange and exciting thoughts filled her mind.

“Yes, but you’ll have to wait your turn.”

She frowned. “How many are ahead of me?”

He traced three lines on her stockings with his fingernail. “You’re currently third. And there are a few more potential candidates.”

Unable to contain herself any longer, she shifted in her seat, her skirt riding up as she rubbed her legs together, the rustling of silk music to her ears.

Maintaining a semblance of composure, she declared, “If I can’t be your queen, then I’d rather be your prisoner!”

“Very well. Then I shall grant your wish… to be my pet kitten.” He flicked her forehead playfully and stepped out of the carriage. They had arrived at their destination.

“Wait! Let’s discuss this!” Phils scrambled after him, clutching his arm in a desperate attempt to change his mind.

But as she looked up at him, she realized his gaze wasn’t on her.

“This is where it all ends. The culmination of all my regrets.” He stared at the valley before him, his voice heavy with emotion. He placed his hand on her head. “And you, Phils, were the start of those regrets. The beginning of the story.”

This was the site of his final battle, the place where he had been beheaded.

He could still vividly recall Paul’s triumphant laughter, the cruel smirk on his face.

Phils shivered, fear gripping her heart. She was afraid of him in this state, afraid he might snap her neck on a whim.

[The thrill of potential danger sends shivers down Phils’s spine. Favorability +5. Current favorability: 55.]

Kailun: “…”

His somber mood evaporated. He should have known.

He shook his head, regaining his composure. “Every story has a beginning and an end. This is merely the stage for the final act. But don’t worry. Be a good girl and I won’t hurt you.”

Perhaps it was because she represented the beginning of it all that he was willing to share these thoughts with her.

Secretly, Phils wished he would hurt her, just a little. She could handle a little pain.

“Master Kailun, we’ve detected the princess’s forces nearby. What are your orders?” Roden reported.

Chapter 56: Auntie’s Plight

“If you care about me so much, why not stay the night?” Kailun countered, wrapping his arm around her slender waist. Afra had removed her light armor, allowing him to feel her warmth and softness.

She stiffened slightly at his touch but didn’t pull away.

She had always been bad at dealing with him, bad at refusing him.

It felt wrong to be so physically close to her younger brother, yet a part of her craved more intimacy.

Perhaps she truly saw him as a brother, which made these feelings feel slightly taboo.

Little did she know that the “younger brother” holding her waist wasn’t just content with teasing his older sister. He wanted to conquer her completely.

“I can’t. I need to oversee the arriving troops. There can’t be any mishaps until your plan is complete,” Afra said, shaking her head.

Her concern for his safety was unwavering.

Kailun sighed and rested his head against her soft bosom. “I knew you’d say that. But you can’t refuse me after two days. Even if I ask you to wear something strange, to strike a strange pose… you can’t refuse.”

“I understand.” Afra nodded.

She gently stroked his hair, her fingers threading through the strands. “Now, tell me your plan. Or I’ll get angry.”

Kailun nuzzled his face deeper, enjoying the sensation of her ample bosom enveloping him. “Fine, fine. Here’s what I’m thinking…”

Don’t misunderstand. He was simply trying to prevent eavesdroppers, not getting lost in the blissful sensation.

After listening to his audacious plan, Afra pondered for a long moment. “It’s bold. And incredibly dangerous. If the Divine Church purges us, we won’t have the strength to resist.”

“The Divine Church doesn’t have time for us right now. This is our best opportunity. All eyes are on the Xiya Kingdom. They can’t use certain tactics to maintain their righteous image. As long as we remain neutral, we have temporary immunity.”

Kailun scoffed, recalling the Church’s hypocrisy. “The Divine Church might appear mighty, but their foundations are riddled with internal strife. No one does infighting better than humans.”

In his past life, Hilna had successfully threatened Harry with the antidote, forcing him to use the Church’s influence to brand Kailun’s family as traitors.

He held no goodwill towards the Divine Church. He wanted to see them desecrated, and what better way to do that than to corrupt their Saintess and Empress?

It was worth noting that the so-called Divine Church was actually two separate entities: the Divine Empire and the Holy Church. However, they were often collectively referred to as the Divine Church.

The Empire and the Church were two sides of the same coin. The former was the world’s most powerful empire, while the latter was the most widespread religious institution. They resided at the world’s center, controlling its most valuable resources.

Their lineage was intertwined. The Emperor would marry the Pope, and the princes born from their union would often wed the Church’s chosen Saintesses.

These matters were of little concern to Kailun for now. He only needed to know that they were all his enemies.

Interestingly, the current Emperor and Pope were both women, making their union impossible.

The public only knew of the Empress, unaware of the female Pope’s existence. The latter was shrouded in secrecy. If not for a foolish Saint’s slip of the tongue in his past life, few would have known this shocking truth.

And this secret could breed dangerous ambitions within the Church.

In a way, Kailun was grateful to the Divine Church. If not for their betrayal and the “traitor” label, he wouldn’t have met the foolish Fox Spirit in his past life.

He used to believe in the inherent untrustworthiness of different races. But after experiencing betrayal firsthand, he no longer cared.

He wasn’t a good person. He was the villain.

In the end, strength was all that mattered in this world.

Thinking of the “leeks” he was nurturing and the final boss residing in his manor, Kailun felt like he had already won half the battle.

The remaining half? Well, that was simply a matter of expanding his dungeon until it reached the Divine Church’s throne.

“You’ve changed. I can’t quite place it. But I know you’re still Kailun.” Afra looked at him, a hint of pride in her eyes.

“Do you hate the me I’ve become, Sister Afra?” he asked.

She considered his question, then gently pushed him away. “Yes, I do. I wouldn’t hate you so much if you hadn’t bitten me.”

She shot him a cold glare, drawing attention to the wet spot on her clothes.

[Afra doesn’t understand her own feelings. Favorability +1. Current favorability: 91.]

Kailun was immensely pleased. In his past life, Afra had died because of him, her body never recovered. It was a pain he carried with him.

To have her care for him in this life, even while maintaining her aloof facade, was a delightful torment.

He admitted he was slightly twisted, but only towards Afra. If the little princess dared to look at him with disdain, he would gladly lash her face with a whip.

“I’m returning to my troops. Take care of yourself. And lastly… no flirting with other women. No brothels.”

Leaving him with these words, Afra hurried away, clutching her chest.

Her steps might have been steady, but Kailun noticed her hastened pace. It seemed her emotions weren’t as cold as her expression.

Turning back, he found Anna and Ella huddled together, sharing their woes.

“That despicable Paul! And Jones! How could they treat you like that? They’re monsters!” Ella fumed.

“Poor Auntie. If it weren’t for my father, you wouldn’t be in this situation. Now we’re both slaves, one way or another.” Anna sighed.

“Waaah… We’re so pitiful. Isn’t there a kind soul who can rescue us from this demon? I’ll be their loyal servant in my next life!” Ella wailed.

“Sob… I can’t escape anymore. I’ve already been corrupted. I’m tainted.” Anna buried her face in her hands.

Carol, watching them with wide, innocent eyes, didn’t know what to say.

Was Master truly that bad?

He was the kindest person she knew. Weren’t they suffering the consequences of their own actions?

“Carol, go make me a cup of warm milk. Freshly made, please.” Kailun patted her head.

“Yes, Master. Right away!” Carol scurried off.

With Carol gone, Kailun squeezed himself between the two women, his arms encircling them. “I heard someone mention needing a hero to defeat a demon. Do you think I’d be a good fit?”

Ella paled. “I… I didn’t say anything! You must have misheard!”

“Me neither! It was Auntie!” Anna chimed in.

Ella froze. Had she misheard? Did her niece just throw her under the bus?

She still hadn’t grasped the full extent of being “corrupted by Kailun.” Anna was already completely subservient to him.

“So there’s only one villain here? Excellent. Anna, you’ve done well by reporting this. As a reward, tonight, you can pin her down during our… activities.” Kailun landed a kiss on Anna’s blushing lips.

“Okay…” she mumbled, her face flushed.

Ella: “？！！”

[For some reason, Anna’s favorability has increased. Favorability +10. Current favorability: 40.]

Glancing at her favorability rating, Kailun concluded that Anna was already halfway gone.

“Can we reschedule? I… I’m…” Ella stammered, searching for an excuse. But Kailun cut her off.

He looked at her, his eyes filled with amusement. “Are you on your period?”

“Y-yes! That’s right!” She clung to his arm, forcing a smile.

“Even better!” Kailun exclaimed. “Then you and Anna can both serve me tonight.”

Ella: “…”

She was convinced that Kailun was a special kind of pervert.

Chapter 55: I Only Care About You

**Border, Kate Family Territory, A Spacious Room Housing a War Map**

“A three-pronged attack? What kind of military strategy is that? Has Kailun gone mad?”

Grand Duke Kuhl scrutinized the troop deployments on the war map, his face a mask of disbelief.

This wasn’t warfare, it was gambling with their lives.

He pointed at the three separate routes. “Sending the Silver Moon Knights to reinforce the Royal City makes sense, prioritizing our son’s safety is paramount. But deploying another Knight Order to attack Duke Stamp? That’s pushing it. Sure, the old codger’s defenses are weak, but one Knight Order can’t conquer his territory.”

He shifted his finger to another route, addressing his wife, the Duchess. “Attacking Stamp was already insane enough, but you know what? He wants me to attack the Rose Queen’s Eternal Fortress!”

He thumped the table, his head throbbing.

“That’s the Eternal Fortress! An impenetrable bastion that has never been conquered! It’s strategically positioned, naturally fortified, and bristling with magic cannons. He claims I can take it with just one war legion and one mage legion? I must have been possessed to even consider it! A fortress of that caliber is impossible to capture unless they miraculously withdraw most of their troops and remove half their cannons!”

The Grand Duke understood the significance of the Eternal Fortress. Located on the border between their territories, it gave the Rose Queen a strategic advantage, forcing the Kate family into a defensive position.

Capturing it would secure their rear and greatly benefit their territory.

Fortunately, the Grand Duke was a capable defender. Even the aggressive Rose Queen hadn’t found a way to breach their defenses.

“But what if he’s right?” the Duchess suggested cautiously. “His previous intel was accurate. If not for his cleverness, we might have been wiped out by the Royal Family.”

“Impossible! Absolutely impossible!”

The Grand Duke waved his hand dismissively. “There’s no way both Stamp and the Eternal Fortress are vulnerable at the same time. Even if the fortress’s defenses are weakened, the Rose Queen wouldn’t remove her cannons!”

He believed in magic, but this was too far-fetched. Such a coincidence was simply unbelievable.

“What if our son is right?” the Duchess countered.

“If he’s right…” Grand Duke Kuhl paused, a thought striking him. “Then I’ll consent to his marriage with Afra. He always wanted to marry her when they were children. I used to worry he wasn’t good enough for her. But if he truly possesses such capabilities, then why not?”

Afra, the captain of the Silver Moon Knights, was an orphan adopted by the Kate family. Having grown up alongside Kailun, she was like an elder sister to him.

The Grand Duke and Duchess treated her as their own daughter.

Afra genuinely cared for Kailun as a younger brother, but she never knew how to refuse his requests.

“I don’t think you need to give your consent,” the Duchess murmured.

“Report!”

A disheveled man in black barged into the room, interrupting their conversation.

He knelt on one knee, his voice urgent. “My lords, our spies have discovered that the Rose Queen is secretly mobilizing troops to the north and east, preparing to attack neighboring kingdoms. The Eternal Fortress has partially dismantled and transported its magic cannons, leaving it vulnerable. We’ve confirmed Duke Stamp’s troop movements. His defenses are less than thirty percent of their usual strength.”

“Is this information reliable?”

The Grand Duke’s hand trembled. He almost slapped himself. This felt like a dream. Could such an improbable scenario be true?

The man pounded his fist against his chest. “The information has been verified multiple times. If it’s false, I and my entire family are willing to forfeit our lives as proof of our loyalty!”

“The Shadow Walker unit has served us well. Rest well. You will be rewarded with a thousand gold upon the capture of the Eternal Fortress. If the opportunity arises, I will grant you a noble title.”

The Grand Duke, his spirits soaring, helped the man to his feet.

He promised a reward he could deliver. As for the title, that depended on whether Kailun could successfully seize control of the Royal City.

Once the man limped out of the room, the Grand Duke turned to his wife. “Since the information is accurate, we’ll launch a simultaneous attack on the Eternal Fortress and Stamp’s territory tomorrow morning, as he planned. But there’s something I can’t shake off.”

“What is it?”

“Is that boy really our son?”

The Duchess: “？？?”

…

**Royal City, Kailun’s Manor, The Courtyard**

Leading Ella into the courtyard, Kailun spotted Afra practicing her swordsmanship. Anna was teaching Carol the basics of magic. The elegant courtyard, graced by the presence of several beautiful girls, seemed even more enchanting.

As they entered, all eyes turned towards them.

Afra frowned in confusion. Anna gasped in astonishment. Carol tilted her head, bewildered.

Ella, clad in her revealing attire, kept her legs tightly together, her head lowered. The humiliation of being exposed in public, especially in front of her niece, amplified her shame.

She had lost all hope.

“Kailun, have you been learning bad habits from those nobles?” Afra approached, her sword still in hand.

For some reason, she felt a pang of displeasure at the sight of Kailun with an unfamiliar, alluring woman.

“Sister Afra, she’s my enemy,” Kailun explained.

“An enemy? Why not just kill her?” Afra glanced at her sword, then at Ella. Her icy stare sent chills down Ella’s spine.

Knowing Afra’s nature, Kailun knew how to handle her. He placed his hand under Ella’s chin. “Ella is actually quite obedient, aren’t you?”

Ella sensed a malice even greater than Afra’s emanating from Kailun’s wicked smile.

But for the sake of her life, she obediently rested her chin on his hand and whimpered, “Woof woof~”

[Ella feels utterly humiliated. She vows to take revenge if she ever gets the chance… but then she remembers her hopeless situation. Favorability -3. Current favorability: -85.]

Seeing Ella’s pitiful state, Afra, in a moment of uncharacteristic softness, reached out and patted her head. “You’re well-behaved. We can keep her.”

Listening to their conversation, Ella felt like she had stumbled into a family of devils.

What had she done to deserve this? Why did she have to cross paths with Kailun?

Having addressed Ella’s presence, Kailun handed the leash to Afra. He gestured towards a stunned Anna. “I’m sure you have a lot to talk about with your niece. I’ll leave you to it.”

“Slap!”

He gave Ella’s backside a playful pat, sending ripples across her curves.

“Mmm!” Ella gasped, her body tingling as she instinctively arched her back.

She shuffled towards Anna, her steps heavy under her niece’s peculiar gaze.

That bastard Kailun! Not only did he humiliate her, but he also orchestrated this public shaming in front of her niece! How cruel!

Afra didn’t comment on his behavior. She approached him and straightened his slightly disheveled collar, her voice soft. “Tell me about your plan. You know I only care about you.”

Chapter 54: The Princess Begins to Doubt Herself

“He invited us to his wedding? The day after tomorrow? And he invited Hilna as well?”

Lodis stared at the list of names, his brow furrowed. “And he left the banquet last night without participating in any of the… festivities. I’m starting to think he’s sided with Hilna.”

“I doubt it.”

Harry voiced his doubts. “Don’t forget, Hilna has already tried to eliminate him several times. She even sent her knights to attack his manor this morning. And Kailun left the city this morning and returned with a caravan of a thousand people. I think he has something bigger planned.”

Lodis considered Harry’s analysis and recalled certain details. “We underestimated him. I never thought Kailun would be a factor in this power struggle. He’s always seemed so ordinary. Could he have been hiding his true abilities all along?”

His gaze fell upon the wedding venue listed on the invitation. His eyes narrowed. This was originally a conflict between him and Hilna, but Kailun’s emergence had introduced a new variable.

“Should we really keep delaying? The longer this drags on, the more uneasy I feel. After Hilna’s stunt today, our forces have been weakened. If she launches another attack, we’ll be forced to flee the Royal City.”

“Your Highness, are you familiar with the Abyss?” Harry decided to reveal some information to calm him down.

“Of course. What about it? Are they causing trouble again?”

“It’s not just trouble. It’s an all-out war. The Abyss has bared its fangs. We’re on the brink of a decisive battle. The Divine Church has been suppressing them for centuries, but we haven’t been able to eliminate them completely. It’s because of this threat that we’ve been expanding our influence and consolidating human forces.”

“Tch, I hate dealing with these troublesome matters. And this is your mess, isn’t it? Why should the entire human race bear the burden? You’ve profited greatly from hunting Abyssal creatures over the years. Just thinking about those dragon hearts and elven slaves makes me envious. And now that you’ve messed up and triggered a war, you’re dragging us into it. How inconsiderate.”

Lodis tapped the table impatiently. The Divine Church’s greed was no secret among the higher-ups.

Only someone with a close relationship with Harry, like Lodis, could speak so frankly. Anyone else would have been blasted to ashes by now.

Besides, Harry still needed Lodis’s support, so he always treated him with respect.

“That’s not entirely fair. Banishing those races to the Abyss was a collective effort of the entire human race. The Divine Church simply gained more from that war. The Abyssal races hate all humans, not just the Divine Church. Anyone who refuses to contribute now is a traitor to humanity!”

“Tch! You’re just good at labeling people. ‘Traitor to humanity,’ really?”

Lodis scoffed, but the idea of labeling someone sparked a thought. “What if we label Hilna a traitor to humanity?”

Harry was taken aback, then nodded slowly. “That’s actually a viable strategy. Once the Divine Church brands her a traitor, it will be difficult for her to compete for the throne. We can also label the Grand Duke a traitor, but that can wait. Hilna is the more immediate threat.”

Confronting both the Grand Duke and Hilna simultaneously would be unwise, especially with Kailun’s unpredictable nature.

“Not bad. So, the Divine Church is useful after all, despite its selfishness.” Lodis chuckled, patting Harry’s shoulder. “I’m feeling better now. Let’s have another party tonight!”

“What if we get poisoned again?”

“Hmph! This time, we’ll play a game called ‘body inspection.’ I don’t believe anyone can trick me again. Once these matters are settled, I’ll personally apologize to the Loya Ballroom.”

He snorted. If not for the Loya Ballroom’s valuable intelligence network, he would have already sent troops to demand an explanation.

Of course, the main reason was that he couldn’t bear to part with those alluring women.

…

“Your Highness, Kailun has sent an invitation. He’s getting married the day after tomorrow and wants us to attend.”

Shirley presented the black invitation to Hilna upon her return to the palace.

“Married? To whom? I wasn’t aware of this.” Hilna, her mood slightly calmer, sipped her tea.

“The invitation doesn’t say. The bride’s name is blank. And the names of the invitees are written in red, as if to imply something.”

Shirley placed the invitation on the table.

“He’s invited not only me and Vivian but also Anderson and Kostja. It feels like he’s planning to settle scores.”

Hilna’s anxiety returned as she examined the list of names.

She couldn’t understand Kailun’s motives. And the venue he had chosen was strange. On the surface, she held the advantage.

“Your Highness, should we decline? I have a bad feeling about this.”

Shirley’s hand rested on her sword, her expression serious. Too many things had gone wrong in the past few days. Every plan involving Kailun had failed.

“We’ll neither accept nor decline for now. We still have time before the day after tomorrow. We need to prepare thoroughly. This afternoon, please send someone to investigate the venue listed on the invitation. Be careful and report back immediately if you find anything unusual.”

Hilna tucked the invitation away safely.

She dismissed Shirley and then, after adjusting her attire, headed towards the king’s chambers. The royal physician had informed her that the king only had a day or two left to live.

If she couldn’t resolve the current crisis within that time, the entire Xiya Kingdom might descend into chaos.

Internal threats from the Grand Duke and the Second Prince, external threats from neighboring kingdoms and the lurking Abyss… Hilna, having played almost all her cards, began to doubt her ability to rule.

However, the thought of the Grand Duke’s territory bordering the neighboring kingdom reassured her. At least when it came to border security, the Grand Duke was trustworthy. He had defended their borders for years without losing an inch of territory.

The neighboring kingdom’s Iron Queen was a formidable figure. Although only a few years older than Hilna, she had transformed her kingdom into a powerful and prosperous nation, capable of expansion.

Hilna wasn’t confident in her ability to defend against a full-scale invasion.

She looked up at the sky, her eyes filled with weariness and uncertainty.

“If only Kailun didn’t exist. This world would be a much better place…”