Chapter 276: The Green King’s Fury
Seeing Angelica’s pale face and trembling body, Carol, despite the myriad questions swirling in her mind, knew this wasn’t the time for inquiries. Gritting her teeth, she scooped Angelica into her arms and sprinted towards her father’s study.
At the meeting’s conclusion, Carol had seen her father invite Qin Chu to his study for an important discussion. Going there now offered the best chance of finding both of them.
Carol’s speed was considerable. With a light tap of her foot, her slender figure shot forward over a dozen meters.
The wind whistled past her ears.
The palace’s central area was usually bustling with servants and guards. Seeing someone sprinting while carrying another person naturally drew curious glances.
But recognizing Princess Carol, they dismissed it as another of her eccentricities.
After all, nothing the princess did was truly surprising.
Angelica was extremely weak. Having died once, her recovery would take time.
This ability seemed inferior to the Demon Beast Prince Diabolique’s Rebirth. Diabolique’s rebirth was guaranteed and instantly restored him to full strength.
Angelica’s Dead or Alive was a true gamble, with only a 10% chance of success.
However, Diabolique’s rebirth was a one-time affair, while Angelica could theoretically use Dead or Alive repeatedly, as long as her luck held… though the odds of repeatedly hitting that 10% chance were astronomically low.
Her breathing remained ragged, but her eyes shone with anticipation.
Hopefully, they weren’t too late.
“Angelica, what happened?” While running, Carol finally succumbed to her curiosity. She cursed the vastness of the palace.
It never seemed this large before, but now the distance to her father’s study felt immense.
Angelica, still gasping for air, replied: “Someone… is trying to murder Qin Chu.”
Carol’s eyes narrowed.
Angelica’s answer was brief, but Carol’s mind raced. The incident had occurred within the palace. Someone was attempting to assassinate the Hero within the palace walls? Regardless of who was responsible, the blame would ultimately fall upon the royal family.
Damn it, wasn’t this worse than Angelica’s death?
Why were there always people trying to shatter the fragile hope of the Heavenly Continent?
Carol increased her speed.
Finally, her father’s study came into view.
Forgoing formalities, she kicked the door open and rushed in, still carrying Angelica.
Inside, Wadsworth looked at Carol with exasperation.
His daughter’s figure and appearance were impeccable, but her personality… She was now kicking down his study door. He dreaded to think what she would do next.
However, his attention quickly shifted to the pale and weak Angelica in Carol’s arms. His expression changed: “What happened?”
Carol glanced around the room: “Where’s the Hero?”
“He just left. What’s going on?” Wadsworth asked again.
“There’s no time…” Angelica took a deep breath, struggling to regain her composure. She tried to stand, but her legs buckled. Carol quickly steadied her.
Disregarding etiquette, Angelica spoke directly: “Your Majesty…”
“Your consorts… Angela Goethe and Sharon DeLaise… are members of the Blissful Witch Society.”
Buzz…
Wadsworth felt as if a gong had struck his head.
Even with his strength, the shock was almost too much to bear.
His dark face paled, his eyes widening.
Angela Goethe and Sharon DeLaise, members of the Blissful Witch Society? He knew Angelica, as the Hero’s personal maid and favored companion, wouldn’t joke about such a thing.
But… how could this be?
These were his newest and most favored consorts!
Wadsworth didn’t consider himself a man easily swayed by feminine charms, but he truly doted on these two women. He fulfilled almost every reasonable request they made.
They were docile, charming, and affectionate. In recent years, he had spent more time with them than with all his other consorts combined.
But now, Angelica claimed they were members of the Blissful Witch Society?
They had even borne him two sons.
Were… were those sons truly his?
Wadsworth’s face turned ashen, his limbs turning cold. He stumbled back, collapsing into his chair, his rough hand gripping the armrest.
Crack!
Under his immense force, the wooden armrest splintered, the fragments falling through his fingers.
Her father’s reaction shocked Carol. She didn’t know about the Witch Society, but she sensed the gravity of the situation.
Wadsworth, however, lived up to his title as Emperor.
Despite the near-apoplectic rage, he controlled his fury, taking deep breaths: “Miss Angelica, please continue.”
“Consort Angela and Consort Sharon plan to use you, Your Majesty, to kill the Hero.”
Angelica recounted everything she had overheard, leaving Carol horrified. If their plan succeeded, the Heavenly Continent would descend into chaos, and the royal family would face utter ruin.
After finishing her account, Angelica added: “Your Majesty, I have no proof. I can only swear I’m not lying.”
Wadsworth waved his hand, a twisted, ferocious smile spreading across his face: “It’s alright, Miss Angelica. Whether you’re lying or not, we’ll soon find out when someone comes to inform me of an… infidelity.”
Wadsworth was smiling.
But both girls sensed the terrifying depth of his rage.
Perhaps, the Emperor was hoping.
Hoping that Angelica was lying.
He sat in his chair, waiting. Each passing second felt like an eternity. Even the usually boisterous Carol remained silent.
Suddenly, Wadsworth lifted his head.
His gaze fixed on a point beyond the study walls, a flicker of sadness crossing his face, quickly replaced by a chilling calm.
He gestured to Carol: “Take Miss Angelica to the back and hide…”
Carol’s heart pounded. Her father’s voice was devoid of emotion.
It was understandable. From the conversation, Carol had gleaned the nature of the Witch Society. His most beloved consorts were members. No wonder her father was devastated.
She wanted to offer comfort, but words failed her. Comfort would only add salt to the wound. This was something her father had to face alone. Carol helped Angelica hide behind a bookshelf.
Soon, hurried footsteps approached.
Before the person arrived, a clear female voice called out:
“Your Majesty! Terrible news!”
It was Sharon’s voice.
Wadsworth rubbed his forehead. When he looked up, a smile plastered his face.
In recent days, he had ordered a thorough search, uncovering a large number of Witch Society members within the Imperial City, including commoners, merchants, and nobles…
The husbands and lovers of these women, upon learning of their depravity, were either heartbroken or enraged.
Back then, Wadsworth had felt a flicker of pity for them. Who knew he would soon be in their shoes?
The Witch Society… the thought of the filth and depravity he had uncovered during the purge, the thought of his beloved consorts participating in such acts…
He was truly enraged.
Sharon appeared at the study door, looking puzzled at the broken door.
“Ah, Carol did that. I’ll have someone fix it later,” Wadsworth said cheerfully.
Sharon nodded understandingly. Nothing the princess did was surprising.
Wadsworth, pretending to read, looked up, his face full of affection: “My dearest Sharon, is there something you need?”
He stood up, extending his arms towards her as if seeking a comforting embrace after a long period of reading.
But Sharon, like a slippery snake, evaded his grasp.
“Your Majesty…” Her face was filled with feigned anxiety and fear: “Terrible news! Someone is harassing Sister Angela in the palace… Please, save her!”
Wadsworth’s face darkened like an enraged lion: “What did you say?”
The book in his hand crumbled to dust under the sudden surge of his power.
“Damn it! Which bastard dares lay a hand on my woman?”
Wadsworth roared, his lips trembling with fury, his face contorted in a grimace.
Sharon inwardly rejoiced at his outburst. A single sentence had enraged the foolish gorilla. Qin Chu was doomed.
His crimson eyes glared at Sharon, the intensity of his rage almost frightening her. Fortunately, it was directed at Qin Chu.
“Sharon, take me to that bitch!”
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