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Chapter 78: A Bountiful Harvest p1

The once spacious room felt cramped as the dancers closed in, their movements graceful yet deadly. Most of them possessed fourth-tier strength, powerful enough to rival several fifth-tier knights.

They could probably kill two Stamps.

The woman who had burst in first caught his attention. Similar in age to Ella, she radiated an aura of power, close to seventh-tier. She was likely Isabella’s protector.

Like Isabella, she wore a veil, obscuring her face. Her stance suggested she was a warrior.

Sixth-tier strength was considered top-tier in the Xiya Kingdom. She could probably hold her own against Roden. But they had made a grave mistake by challenging him.

“Master Kailun, I suggest you reconsider your actions. Those who make enemies of the Loya Ballroom rarely prosper.” The veiled woman warned, her voice cold.

He tightened his grip on Isabella’s neck. “Are you threatening me?”

“…No, Master Kailun.”

“Such honesty. Very well. I’ll consider this Isabella’s forfeit.” He smiled, reaching for the collar.

“No! Don’t remove it!” To everyone’s astonishment, Isabella grabbed his hand, preventing him from releasing her.

She had fallen into his trap. Breaking her oath would sever her connection to Destiny Magic.

“Mistress, why? Has this man bewitched you?” The veiled woman asked, her voice filled with disbelief.

“I can’t explain. It’s… never mind. It’s too embarrassing.” She felt a wave of shame. She had suffered a humiliating defeat on her first day in the Xiya Kingdom.

She finally understood why all the prophecies had pointed towards this place. This man truly had the power to alter fate.

And he possessed a strange ability, a subtle charm that disarmed his opponents, their minds slowly succumbing to his influence. It was similar to her own talent, in a way.

“Why don’t we all put away our weapons and have a civilized conversation?” Kailun suggested, his fingers tapping Isabella’s neck. Her skin was soft and smooth, just like Vivian’s.

The veiled woman, despite her anger, sheathed her weapon, following Isabella’s subtle signal.

The others followed suit.

He led Isabella back to his seat, his hand resting on her head to prevent her escape. “I’m the guest here, and yet you tried to poison me. Don’t you think an explanation is in order?”

“Master Kailun, that tea was perfectly safe. The Loya Ballroom would never resort to such underhanded tactics. If you don’t believe me, I’ll gladly drink it myself.” The veiled woman, Jennice, stepped forward, accepting their current predicament.

The tea was indeed poisoned, but they had the antidote. She could drink it without any ill effects.

He pushed the cup towards her. “Prove your honesty then.”

“As you wish.” She emptied the cup in one gulp.

He smiled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “I applaud your integrity. But how can you be sure I didn’t poison it myself? Think carefully. My hands were always in your sight.”

Isabella: “…”

Jennice: “…”

She immediately stuck her fingers down her throat, trying to induce vomiting.

“Don’t worry. I was just kidding. I’m not the type to carry poison around.”

[Isabella’s favorability towards you has decreased. Favorability -10.]

It was a shame Jennice wasn’t a key character. Otherwise, he could have harvested some favorability points.

Jennice, her face pale, glared at him, her hand inching towards her dagger.

But his hand on Isabella’s head stayed her hand. He was a dangerous man.

“Let’s forget about the poisoning incident. Let’s discuss our partnership. I understand the Loya Ballroom has a… strained relationship with the Divine Church.” He ruffled Isabella’s hair, enjoying her discomfort.

“The Divine Church is too domineering. They have a poor reputation among many organizations. And they have a nasty habit of frequenting our establishments without paying. They claim they’re providing our girls with spiritual and physical balance. As if not charging them is an act of charity.” Isabella’s voice was filled with resentment.

The courtesans at the bottom rung of the Loya Ballroom were all there by choice, most of them simply trying to survive. Many of them had tragic stories.

And the Divine Church was exploiting them? The audacity!

“We’ve placed signs outside our establishments stating ‘No Divine Church Dogs Allowed,’ but they still find ways to sneak in.” Jennice added.

“Is that so? They’re that arrogant?” Kailun was surprised. The Divine Church in the Xiya Kingdom wasn’t nearly as brazen.

Perhaps their grip on the kingdom wasn’t strong enough yet.

Isabella’s words revealed that the Loya Ballroom possessed considerable power. Displaying such signs without facing repercussions spoke volumes.

“I understand why you arrived before the Divine Church. It seems we have common ground for a partnership.” He stroked his chin thoughtfully. “I understand your needs. I’m willing to accommodate them. But first, tell me what you’re offering.”

He didn’t mention Isabella’s true reason for being here. She had foreseen the shift in fate and had acted accordingly.

And now, he, the catalyst for that shift, was right before her. All he had to do was push her to make a bet.

He wanted her to work for him. The collar was just an insurance policy.

“Fifty thousand gold coins, access to our intelligence network, a few high-level Forbidden Scrolls, and priority access to any information you require.”

He tapped the armrest of his chair, his voice laced with displeasure. “Is that your idea of a generous offer? This partnership might require us to confront the Divine Church. The Second Prince is their puppet.”

“Master Kailun, you’re already on a collision course with the Divine Church. The Second Prince is your rival.” Isabella touched the collar around her neck.

They were both ignoring the elephant in the room: the oath and the collar. She knew there would be strings attached.

“Don’t worry about that, Miss Isabella. I can deal with the Second Prince without antagonizing the Divine Church.”

She saw no deception in his eyes.

She glanced around the room. “How about we add the entire Loya Dance Troupe? Their value far exceeds mere gold.”

The shift in fate had originated in the Xiya Kingdom. She had to complete her preparations.

And this man, shrouded in threads of destiny, was likely the key to it all. She had to make a decision.

She was willing to gamble.

He examined the dancers, acknowledging their worth. “Tempting. But not enough. Be bolder, Miss Isabella. Timidity won’t achieve greatness.”

He might be appreciating their beauty, but she saw no lust in his eyes. They weren’t enough.

“Tell me what you want, Master Kailun. We won’t refuse if your request is reasonable.”

“Besides the dancers, I want a contract. With you.”

“A contract?”

“Yes. An alliance.”

She shook her head without hesitation. “I’m sorry. I can’t represent the Loya Ballroom in such an agreement.”

“I’m not asking for the Loya Ballroom’s signature. I want yours.”

“…I’m starting to understand your methods, Master Kailun. But before I agree, I need to know what you can offer me.”

“Listen carefully.” He pulled her closer, ignoring Jennice’s murderous glare.

He leaned in and whispered, “I can grant you a front-row seat to the unfolding of fate, a chance to deepen your understanding of Destiny Magic. You’ll witness the downfall of the Divine Church. And…”

Isabella: “!!!”

She had never heard such promises. She stared at him, her eyes wide with disbelief. “You’re insane.”

“Thank you. Interested? I’m not lying. We can include all of this in the contract.” He stood and stretched.

He was confident of victory.

If not for her initial blunder, this would have taken much longer.

[Isabella is both shocked and impressed by your audacity. Favorability +40. Current favorability: 20.]

“Shall we sign the contract then?” He retrieved a contract, made a few adjustments, and handed it to her.

Chapter 77: Kailun’s Trap

“You can go, but be careful. Do you need me to come with you for protection?” Afra agreed to Kailun’s plan after a brief explanation, but she couldn’t help but worry about his safety.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be on my best behavior. I wouldn’t want anyone poisoning me.” Kailun placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“Be careful then. We’ll be waiting for you at home.” Afra straightened his collar, a hint of sadness in her eyes.

Her little brother had grown up, forging his own path.

Now, as his wife, she felt obligated to support his decisions.

Her desires were simple: to see him safe and happy.

“I’ll leave now. I’ll be back as soon as possible.” He ruffled her hair and, taking the invitation, left the dungeon.

Afra glanced at the prisoners, her gaze cold.

His enemies were her enemies. She had no sympathy for them.

After they left, Vivian turned to Hilna. “Sister, now that you’re a prisoner, do you have anything to say?”

Hilna rolled her eyes. “You’re a prisoner too. We’re in the same boat.”

“Is that so?” Vivian gestured towards her luxurious cell. “Are we really the same? Oh, by the way, do you know how Kailun tormented Winnie?”

“Can you not talk about me?” Winnie interjected.

Ignoring her protests, Vivian recounted her experience, her voice filled with relish.

Hilna, despite her mental preparation, felt a shiver run down her spine.

She would surely break if she were subjected to such treatment.

“Winnie, is he truly that cruel?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“Don’t ask me! I don’t know! I have amnesia! I don’t remember anything!” Winnie curled up in a ball, her hands covering her head.

Hilna: “…”

Winnie’s reaction spoke volumes. If she were in Winnie’s place… Kailun’s twisted methods would surely break her.

“Haven’t you considered resisting?”

“Resisting? Why would I do that?” Vivian poured herself a cup of tea and took a sip, her movements elegant and unhurried. “I’m looking forward to tormenting you, Sister.”

“But you’re imprisoned too!”

“You’re still so naive, Sister. Do you really think there’s no reason for the difference in our treatment?”

She suddenly felt grateful to Kailun. Handing her sister over to her was the kindest thing he had ever done.

“If he dares to lay a finger on me, I’ll bash my head against the wall!” Hilna declared, her voice firm.

“Can you handle that kind of pain, Sister? I doubt it. They say losing your virginity is even more painful. I’d love to be by Kailun’s side when he takes you, listening to your screams.” Vivian’s thoughts, after prolonged exposure to Kailun, had taken a dark turn.

Hilna shuddered. She had no doubt he was capable of such cruelty.

She suddenly pinned all her hopes on Shirley. “Shirley, please come rescue me,” she whispered, her gaze fixed on the ceiling.

…

Meanwhile, Kailun was on his way to the Loya Ballroom, a small entourage accompanying him.

Afra’s attribute boost had elevated his strength to the top tier in the Xiya Kingdom.

He felt secure with years’ worth of Afra’s attributes, the long string of zeros in his free attribute points a comforting sight.

Combined with his collection of teleportation and defensive scrolls, killing him would be a difficult task.

He closed his eyes, taking a short nap.

He hadn’t brought Afra or the others. This wasn’t a place for them.

The carriage stopped outside the Loya Ballroom. He woke with a start.

Stepping out of the carriage, he saw a young woman with brown hair approaching him. She bowed respectfully. “Master Kailun?”

Unlike the usual women who frequented this establishment, she seemed… different. Her mannerisms, her aura… she was clearly still innocent.

Her attire was modest, more befitting a dancer than a courtesan.

Intrigued, he presented his invitation. “I’m here at Isabella’s invitation. Lead the way.”

“Please follow me.” She walked ahead, her hips swaying enticingly.

A dancer. That made sense.

He followed her into the building, its atmosphere charged with a subtle sensuality. He noticed more girls, all sharing a similar aura of innocence.

Where were the usual courtesans?

He couldn’t spot a single one. And besides him, there were no other male patrons.

The girl led him to a private room on the second floor, overlooking the main hall.

“Please wait here. The mistress will be with you shortly.” She bowed deeply, revealing a glimpse of her cleavage.

Temptation was everywhere. They were masters of manipulation.

She left the room. Kailun surveyed his surroundings. The room was decorated in shades of pink.

It had not only chairs and a table, but also a large, plush bed. He wondered what it was used for.

He walked over to the window, its design offering a clear view of the stage below.

The girls he had seen earlier were gathered there, their bodies swaying gracefully to the music.

He was the only guest today. They were dancing for him.

He watched, mesmerized. Their movements were fluid and sensual, their revealing attire showcasing their beauty. From his vantage point, he could even glimpse the valleys between their breasts.

Kailun: “…”

He suddenly understood the allure of brothels.

These girls were definitely dancers, not courtesans.

In a way, the Loya Ballroom’s origins were intertwined with these girls.

The courtesans were the foundation of their intelligence network, while these specially trained dancers formed another network, targeting the upper echelons of society.

They were often gifted to nobles and royalty, their value exceeding that of ordinary courtesans.

Training a skilled dancer required at least a hundred gold coins. There were fifteen dancers here. That was nearly two thousand gold coins in expenses.

And the Loya Ballroom’s dancers were highly sought after, fetching prices of five hundred to a thousand gold coins among the nobility.

These girls were exceptional: beautiful, talented, and young.

“This Isabella is quite intriguing.”

“Oh? Are you truly so curious about me?”

A small girl, no taller than five feet, wearing a white veil, entered the room, carrying a tray with a white crystal ball. The voice had come from the ball.

Her voice was clear and melodious, like a seductive older sister whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

Kailun’s eyes widened, but he quickly masked his surprise, feigning ignorance.

“Isabella is a ball?”

“…” The girl frowned. “Mistress Isabella isn’t here. She’s too beautiful to be seen.”

“My apologies. My appearance and figure are… overwhelming to most men. It’s best I avoid unnecessary complications. I’ve sent Lilya to speak on my behalf. Please forgive any inconvenience.” The voice from the crystal ball was apologetic.

“It’s fine. State your purpose. Why would the Loya Ballroom’s renowned prodigy seek out an ordinary man like me?” He sat down by the window, his gaze seemingly fixed on the dancers below, but his peripheral vision focused on the girl beside him.

The veiled girl, her hair a shade of gray, placed the crystal ball on the table and stood quietly, like an obedient servant.

“You jest, Master Kailun. Outmaneuvering Princess Hilna in just three days, orchestrating the attacks on Stamp’s territory and the Eternal Fortress, and then achieving a complete victory, capturing the princess… If such feats can be considered ordinary, then I’m nothing but a mediocre fool.”

The voice from the crystal ball was laced with a subtle charm, amplified by the alluring dancers below. It was almost hypnotic.

An ordinary man might have been swayed by such flattery, but Kailun had poured all his attribute points into Spirit.

“You acquired such detailed information in less than an hour? Your network is more impressive than I imagined.” He offered a casual compliment, his gaze still fixed on the dancers’ cleavage.

The girl followed his gaze, her eyes narrowing.

If not for the veil obscuring her face, her expression would have been more revealing.

“You flatter us. Our network in the Xiya Kingdom is still under development. We would be grateful for your assistance, Master Kailun.”

He picked up his teacup, but paused before taking a sip. “So you invited me here to discuss a partnership?”

The voice hesitated for a moment. “Not primarily. We wanted to showcase our unique dances. The partnership is… secondary. But we can certainly explore the possibility.”

He set the cup down. “The dances are quite entertaining. And the dancers are beautiful. As for the partnership, we can discuss it at our leisure. That’s why I’m here, isn’t it?”

“If you enjoyed the performance, perhaps you’d like to take one home with you. They’re all highly trained, skilled in both dance and… other arts. And this is their debut. No other man has witnessed their beauty.” Isabella spared no effort in promoting her dancers. If Kailun accepted even one, he would become part of her network.

In this cruel world, true freedom was rare. These dancers, unlike the starving masses on the streets, could live comfortably thanks to their beauty.

Unless they encountered a cruel master, of course.

“My, my. You certainly understand men, Miss Isabella.”

“You’re too kind, Master Kailun. Although I never appear in public, I’ve grown up in this environment. I can read a man’s desires simply by looking into his eyes.”

“Oh? And what desires have you seen in my eyes?” He couldn’t suppress a smile.

“I see… apologies. I can’t see anything.” She abruptly cut herself off, unsure if his question was intentional.

“What a shame. But I can’t accept your generous offer. It wouldn’t be right. Besides, I’m curious why you chose to visit the Xiya Kingdom at this particular time. It’s not exactly peaceful here.” He tapped the table with his finger, his gaze lingering on the dancers’ cleavage, but his peripheral vision focused on the girl beside him.

“Perhaps you’ve noticed that the Xiya Kingdom has become a focal point. The arrival of these individuals, including the Saint and Saintess of the Divine Church, could destabilize the situation. Therefore, I propose a partnership. You provide us with protection and support, and we provide you with information. As a gesture of goodwill, you can choose any of these girls.”

She believed the time was right to reveal her intentions.

She was confident he wouldn’t be able to resist her offer. Heroes, after all, were susceptible to beauty. And she knew of his reputation as a collector of beauties.

Phils, Anna, Winnie, Ella, Hilna… he had acquired all of the Five Great Beauties of the Royal City.

Could a man like him resist such temptation?

She had absolute faith in her dancers. Each one had cost a fortune to train.

They were not only beautiful and talented, but also skilled in gathering information.

Together, they formed a formidable intelligence unit.

“Your offer is tempting, Miss Isabella. But a partnership requires careful consideration. Let’s establish a general direction, and then leave the details to our subordinates.” His words reassured her. He seemed genuinely interested in collaborating.

Just as she let her guard down, he revealed his true intentions. He gestured towards the dancers below, his voice filled with a feigned eagerness. “You said I could choose anyone? Even two or three?”

He stood, his gaze fixed on their chests.

The voice from the crystal ball hesitated for a moment. “Yes. As you wish. You can choose any of them. Even all of them, if you desire.”

She was willing to make sacrifices for the greater good.

“Swear it. Swear it on your Destiny Magic. If you break your oath, you’ll never progress in your craft.”

Destiny was a fickle mistress. For a Destiny Mage like Isabella, this oath carried more weight than any contract.

His demand shook her confidence. Had she misjudged him?

Could a man like this truly be responsible for such extraordinary feats?

“I swear on my Destiny Magic. You have my word.”

Kailun heard a sigh of relief. She was clearly conflicted.

“Thank you. I wouldn’t want to disappoint you. So I choose…”

“Click!”

He produced a black collar from seemingly nowhere and fastened it around the veiled girl’s neck. “I choose you, Miss Isabella.”

“Master Kailun, what are you doing? I’m just her servant!” The girl’s voice was laced with panic.

“Please reconsider, Master Kailun. Don’t make this difficult. Release my servant. Otherwise, our partnership is off. You’ll lose the dancers. Surely you wouldn’t sacrifice them for a mere servant?”

“Are you going back on your word, Miss Isabella? You swore I could choose anyone.” He stroked the collar on the girl’s neck. “If you want to break your oath, I’ll remove this.”

“Wait!” The girl grabbed his hand, her facade crumbling. “How did you know?” She used her own voice this time.

Isabella was furious. She had gathered extensive information on Kailun before extending the invitation, but she had still fallen into his trap.

It was as if he had been manipulating her from the start.

“You can predict the future. Why can’t I have eyes that see through illusions?” He smiled, pointing at his eyes.

He glanced at the system interface, his smile widening. This Isabella was quite the emotional rollercoaster.

[Isabella is intrigued by your intricate web of fate lines. She wants to capture you and dissect you. Favorability +50.]

[Isabella is disgusted by your lecherous gaze. Favorability -10.]

[Isabella believes you’re foolish for picking up your teacup. Favorability -10.]

[Isabella is even more displeased when you set the teacup down. Favorability -10.]

[Isabella is disgusted by your lecherous gaze. Favorability -10.]

[Isabella is annoyed that you saw through her disguise. Favorability -10. Current favorability: 0.]

He had seen through her disguise the moment she entered the room.

The rest was just a performance, designed to lower her guard. When it came to manipulating hearts, she was no match for him.

She was just a little girl, after all, no older than Vivian.

As for his lingering gaze on the dancers’ chests?

Well, he was genuinely appreciating the view. What man wouldn’t?

“The Pure Desiress, Isabella, is just a little girl? No wonder you hide your face. The world would laugh if they knew.” He patted her head, amused by the irony.

It seemed their partnership was off the table. Her oath, combined with the collar, made her his property, in a way.

Of course, he couldn’t reveal this. The Loya Ballroom would surely try to assassinate him if they knew their leader was his pawn.

“I’ll grow up! I’m still young!” She glared at him, her eyes sparkling with a strange mixture of innocence and seduction.

Her figure might be lacking, but her voice and eyes possessed a unique charm.

He glanced at her chest. “Indeed, quite small.”

Isabella: “…”

[Isabella’s favorability has decreased. She feels insulted. Favorability -10. Current favorability: -10.]

“Stop! Release Isabella!” A woman burst into the room, her voice filled with anger.

The dancers, their performance abruptly ending, jumped through the windows, surrounding Kailun, their daggers glinting in the light.

He was trapped.

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Isabella:

Chapter 76: Afra’s Confusion p2

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“Even Hilna couldn’t outsmart him. He’s been plotting for years! What a cunning bastard!” Lodis clutched his chest, his embezzled funds a painful reminder of his loss.

“I’ve managed to suppress the poison’s effects, but it’ll only last for half an hour. After that, he’ll be in constant agony.” Harry, wiping the sweat from his brow, didn’t join Lodis’s tirade.

He had exhausted himself trying to alleviate Paul’s suffering. His devotion was truly impressive.

“That boy has remarkable talent. It’s a shame he crossed paths with that devil. He could have had a bright future.” Lodis observed Paul, who was slowly regaining his senses.

“I’ll rest for a while. Wake me up when it’s time to leave.” Harry, exhausted, closed his eyes and entered a meditative state.

“I’ll have my revenge!” Paul, his eyes filled with hatred, clutched the scroll in his hand.

If Kailun wanted him to duel Anna, he would give him what he wanted. He wondered if Kailun would regret it when he carved up Anna’s face.

He was confident in his ability to defeat her. He had eight magic circles now, his power approaching the fourth tier.

He had achieved this in just two days by selling his body. Imagine what he could accomplish with more time!

“Good luck. They’re coming.” Lodis wanted to offer words of encouragement, but held back.

Despite Paul’s superior strength, he didn’t believe he could win.

Hadn’t he seen how Hilna had lost?

Oh, right. Paul had been unconscious. He still couldn’t comprehend how a mage like Vivian could move so quickly.

He decided to let Paul serve as another test subject.

Paul was a pleasant distraction, but nothing more. He wasn’t as invested in him as Harry.

“I hope he doesn’t die. Harry would be devastated,” he murmured as he watched Paul approach Kailun.

“I signed your contract. Bring out my sister! She’s a disgrace to our family!” Paul tossed the contract towards Kailun.

The stakes were high: two thousand gold coins, plus interest. The terms were heavily skewed in favor of the victor, but that didn’t matter. He would win.

He was confident in his ability to defeat Anna.

Kailun accepted the contract, but didn’t respond. He turned to Anna, cupping her face in his hands. “Do you desire power?”

“Yes,” she replied, her voice small.

“Open your mouth. I’ll give it to you.” He kissed her, their lips meeting in a passionate embrace.

He wanted to see how Paul would react to this display of affection towards his sister.

But the outcome was disappointing. Paul’s heart was unmoved.

Kailun released Anna, who seemed lost in a daze.

[Kissing your enemy in front of Paul has aroused Anna. Favorability +5. Current favorability: 70.]

Her words might have been harsh, but her body told a different story. Perhaps she had a hidden kink after all.

He had Anna lick the remaining lipstick from his lips and then whispered a few instructions in her ear.

She looked at him strangely, but nodded obediently.

He handed her a sword and stepped back.

“Sister, how can you be with someone like him? Have you forgotten our family’s suffering?” Paul, gathering his magic, tried to distract her.

“First of all, you have no right to call me ‘sister.’ We severed all ties the day Jones sold me. Second, you’re cozying up to the Second Prince and his ilk. What right do you have to judge me? And I’m in this situation because of you! You begged me to steal that scroll! And how did you repay me?”

Her words ripped through his facade. Now everyone knew he had not only sold his sister, but also manipulated her into committing a crime.

But her speech had given him the opportunity he needed. He activated his magic circles, his body surging with power.

Most of his magic circles enhanced his speed and strength. He could even hold his own against a weaker fourth-tier opponent in close combat.

He drew a hidden dagger, intending to carve up her face as a “gift” to Kailun.

Every mage dreamed of close combat. Hilna, the last mage to rely solely on spells, was now a prisoner.

“You forced me to do this!”

He projected his hatred for Kailun onto Anna, his mind slipping into a state of frenzy.

Anna calmly drew her sword as he charged towards her.

“Slash!”

They crossed paths, something falling to the ground with a soft thud.

Paul stared down at his pants, a large section of fabric missing, revealing a bloody gash. He froze.

Perhaps the pain was too intense. He couldn’t feel it. But he could see what he had lost.

An emptiness filled him. His life felt meaningless.

“Aaah!” He clutched his face, his mind on the verge of shattering.

But before he could succumb to despair, Harry appeared by his side, his voice soothing. “Let’s go. We can still reattach it with magic. It’s not too late!”

“Really?” A glimmer of hope flickered in his eyes.

“Really!”

Harry, with Paul in tow, activated a teleportation scroll. He even retrieved the severed… appendage before disappearing.

Kailun, watching the blood pooling on the ground, sighed. “What a shame. If not for that Harry, I would have succeeded. But it doesn’t matter. Next time, I’ll just kill Harry outright. That might achieve the same result.”

He realized Paul’s affections were shifting in a… peculiar direction. Harry had become his new light.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t destroy it completely. They took it with them,” Anna said, her voice apologetic.

“Don’t worry. I coated the blade with poison. Even if they reattach it, it’ll be useless.” He waved his hand dismissively.

Paul had taken his head in his past life. He would return the favor, in the same location.

Once that was done, his plan would be complete.

Paul and Harry might be gone, but Lodis was still here. He had to fulfill his end of the contract and return the embezzled funds.

Ignoring Lodis, who was cowering behind his aide, Kailun returned to the center of the valley and addressed the crowd.

“Today is my wedding with Afra, captain of the Silver Moon Knights. Thank you all for attending. First, I’d like to thank Duke Stamp for his generous gift of thirty thousand soldiers and his entire territory. Truly appreciated. Next, I’d like to thank Princess Hilna for her gift of twenty thousand soldiers and herself. Such generosity! And lastly, I must thank the Second Prince for his thoughtful gift of a fifth-tier magic scroll. I’m touched by his kindness.”

Everyone, except for Stamp, lowered their heads in shame as he listed their “gifts.”

Lodis was both humiliated and furious. He had also gifted five thousand soldiers! Why was he being singled out for a measly scroll?

Damn his competitive spirit! He would have defended himself if it wasn’t so embarrassing.

Kailun continued his speech.

“However, today’s events have revealed a critical flaw in the Xiya Kingdom: the lack of a capable ruler. Princess Hilna is incompetent, foolish, and unfit to rule. The Second Prince is stingy, shortsighted, and lacks the qualities of a king. I believe Princess Vivian possesses the necessary traits to become our new queen. Therefore, I propose we hold a vote to elect her as the new ruler of the Xiya Kingdom. If she receives a majority vote, she will ascend to the throne. The vote will be held in three days. All nobles are required to attend. Those who fail to appear will be executed for treason.”

Everyone stared at him in disbelief, including Vivian and Hilna.

Why would he surrender his hard-earned victory? It didn’t fit his ruthless nature.

He wouldn’t tell them that his words were a lie. He was simply using this charade to lure the remaining nobles to the Royal City.

It was time for a grand harvest.

Knowing their nature, they would flock to the city, eager to curry favor with Vivian.

Once he had them in his grasp, the entire Xiya Kingdom would be under his control.

As for Vivian’s desire to become queen and rule over him? He would indulge her… in the privacy of their bedroom.

[Hilna commends your foolish decision, believing you’ve made a grave mistake. Favorability +5. Current favorability: -65.]

[Vivian is impressed by your loyalty and offers to let you lick her feet. Favorability +60. Current favorability: 30.]

Kailun: “…”

He couldn’t wait to get them back to the manor and teach them a lesson.

Having made this grand announcement, he began integrating the newly acquired troops into his forces.

He would shuffle their ranks, assign new commanders, and have them sign new contracts. In three days, they would be his.

Around 11:00 am, Lodis, having delivered the embezzled funds, teleported away, his eyes filled with hatred. But even as he left, he didn’t dare look at Kailun directly.

He saw Kailun as a madman, someone who would slap a rabbit just for passing by. He wouldn’t stoop to his level.

Leaving the remaining tasks to Roden, Kailun and his entourage returned to the manor.

Upon arrival, he immediately imprisoned Vivian, Hilna, and Winnie in the dungeon.

Vivian and Winnie were placed in their respective cells. Hilna was assigned the cell opposite Winnie’s, her accommodations equally spartan.

Unlike Winnie, Hilna seemed unfazed by the dungeon’s squalor. She sat down on the dusty stool without hesitation.

Winnie, on the other hand, was miserable. She had spent just one morning away from this nightmare, and now she was back?

Having witnessed Kailun’s ruthlessness, she didn’t dare defy him.

“I don’t understand why you would hand the throne to Vivian. She knows nothing about ruling,” Hilna said, still struggling to comprehend his motives.

“But she knows how to train dogs,” Kailun replied matter-of-factly.

“…” Hilna touched the collar around her neck, her spirit broken.

She had lost everything. Dwelling on it was pointless. She felt a strange sense of relief. Perhaps she could finally get a good night’s sleep.

She was empty now. Kailun’s torment wouldn’t faze her. Or so she thought.

“You promised me the antidote if I behaved. Where is it?” Vivian demanded as he locked Hilna’s cell.

“Right here. One moment.”

He poured the antidote into his palm. As she reached through the bars to take it, he quickly pulled his hand back.

“What are you doing? Give it to me!” she whined.

“I will. But not like this.” He wanted payback for her sneaky favorability boost.

“What do you mean?”

“No hands. Only your tongue. If you touch it with your hands, you’ll have to wait until tomorrow.” He held out his hand again.

“That’s impossible! There’s a fence between us! I can’t reach!” She was getting desperate.

He ignored her protests, his hand hovering just out of reach.

“You’re a devil! I actually trusted you for a moment!”

[Vivian’s favorability has decreased. She’s decided not to let you lick her feet. Favorability -30. Current favorability: 0.]

Kailun: “…”

Just as her tongue was about to touch the antidote, he pulled his hand back a little further.

Vivian: “…”

She pressed her face against the bars, her tongue stretching out.

He pulled his hand back again.

“Pfft!” Hilna, watching her sister’s struggle, couldn’t help but laugh.

Vivian looked like a dog.

Perhaps spurred by Hilna’s laughter, Kailun finally placed the antidote on Vivian’s tongue.

He patted her head. “Remember this. This is how you’ll feed Hilna from now on. If she refuses to eat, give her one of those ‘special’ candies. Turn her into Winnie.”

“？？?” Hilna clapped her hand over her mouth. Perhaps she had celebrated her newfound peace too soon.

“But Winnie was a good girl today. I think she deserves a reward.”

He retrieved a candle from the wall and approached Winnie’s cell.

“No! I don’t want a reward!” She scurried to the corner, her eyes wide with terror.

“Of course no…”

Just as he was about to enter her cell, Afra, now dressed in her usual attire, arrived, accompanied by Carol.

“I never imagined you would stoop to such depths.” She frowned, her gaze sweeping across the dungeon and its occupants.

“Sister Afra, I’m not! I just… I just want to… train another dog?”

Hilna, eager to witness his humiliation, was about to laugh, but Afra’s cold voice cut her short.

“Don’t let it happen again.”

She hadn’t forbidden it. She had simply expressed her disapproval.

Hilna realized she was the one being mocked.

Just as Kailun thought he was off the hook, Afra retrieved an invitation. “What’s this invitation from the Loya Ballroom?” Her gaze was even colder now. Her favorability might be locked at 100, but he could sense her displeasure.

“I don’t know them! Honestly! Just decline it.” He waved his hands dismissively.

“Very well. I’ll decline Isabella’s invitation.”

“Wait!” He grabbed her hand, his ears perking up at the familiar name. “When is it?”

Isabella was the “important figure” the Loya Ballroom owner had mentioned, the woman with exceptional talent for Destiny Magic.

In his past life, she was known as both the Fortune Teller and the Pure Desiress.

No one had ever seen her face, but her voice alone was enough to drive men mad with lust.

Some had offered fortunes just for a glimpse of her, but their desires remained unfulfilled.

Kailun had no such vulgar desires. He simply wanted to establish a connection with this vast intelligence network. Information was invaluable.

He had hoped to rest after the day’s events. His mind was exhausted, and he hadn’t even consummated his marriage with Afra yet.

But there was no rush. They had a family dinner planned for tonight. After that, they could move on to more… pleasurable activities.

He could sacrifice a little rest for the sake of valuable information. Besides, he was curious about this Isabella.

He held the antidote, giving him an advantage in this encounter.

Afra, observing his eagerness, raised an eyebrow. “It’s at noon today.”

“Prepare the carriage! We’re leaving immediately!”

Afra: “？？?”

Chapter 76: Afra’s Confusion p1

“Sister, is the throne truly that important to you?” Vivian swung the heavy sword, her grip strained.

She didn’t understand why Kailun had insisted she use a sword, but she would obey.

She was curious to see how he planned to help her defeat her fifth-tier sister. She was only third-tier, the difference in strength vast.

Hilna looked at her half-sister, her voice laced with a hint of pity. “You’re still young, Vivian. You don’t understand the ruthlessness of royal power struggles.”

“You’re right, I don’t. Because I was nothing but a pawn in your game. I’ve hated you both ever since you sent me to Kailun. But now, I have to thank you. You’ve given me the chance to crush your dreams. There’s only a thin line between a queen and a dog, Sister.”

Vivian stepped back, creating the necessary distance for a standard duel: fifteen meters.

If she were a warrior, this distance would have been to her advantage. But she was a mage.

Hilna, knowing this, didn’t object.

“You can’t win. There are limits to human strength.” She shook her head, preparing to cast a fourth-tier spell.

Even at this close range, Vivian wouldn’t be able to interrupt her casting.

Vivian seemed to hesitate for a moment, glancing down at her arm, before a wide, manic grin spread across her face.

It was eerily similar to Kailun’s smile.

Hilna didn’t understand, but she felt a surge of fear.

“Fourth-tier spell: Fireflash!”

She closed her eyes, focusing on the incantation, a red magic circle forming in her palm.

Her talent allowed her to cast the spell in just two seconds. At this range, it was a guaranteed kill.

But less than a second later, she felt a cold sensation against her neck. Vivian’s voice echoed in her ears.

“Closing your eyes during a duel? That’s quite confident, Sister.”

Hilna’s eyes snapped open. Vivian stood before her, her sword pressed against her throat. How?

Even with a speed-enhancing spell, a third-tier mage like Vivian couldn’t cover fifteen meters in such a short time.

The magic circle in her hand dissipated, its energy flow disrupted.

She stared at the blade against her neck, her heart sinking. She had lost to not only Kailun, but also Vivian?

“How did you do it?” she asked, her voice filled with bitterness.

“I think I met a real demon. Because only a demon can grant such power.” Vivian smiled at Kailun.

[Vivian’s favorability has increased. Current favorability: -30.]

Kailun: “？？?”

Was this her way of getting back at him?

He wasn’t amused. He would have to teach her a lesson later.

Hilna followed her gaze. “There are no demons. That’s just a lie the Divine Church uses to control the masses. But he… he’s definitely a demon. No, he’s a devil. I lost. Take my command.”

Defeated and broken, she pushed Vivian’s blade aside and turned to leave.

She had lost everything. What was the point of lingering?

“Who said you could leave? Seize her!” Kailun stood, holding up the contract.

“What are you doing? She surrendered! Are you going to kill her?” Shirley, sensing danger, stepped in front of Hilna, her sword drawn.

“Kill her? What kind of person do you think I am?” He glared at Shirley. “She’s too valuable to kill. Such a beautiful addition to my collection. Besides, I need her to tutor Phils and me. In various… disciplines. Consider it part of her royal duties.”

Shirley grabbed Hilna’s hand and pulled her away. “Don’t listen to him, Your Highness! He wouldn’t dare harm you with so many witnesses!”

“Shirley, your loyalty should be to me now. Are you truly going to break the contract in front of me?” He held up the contract Hilna had signed.

It was common for trusted commanders like Shirley to sign long-term contracts, binding them to their leader.

Breaking the contract typically resulted in a loss of power or, in extreme cases, death.

Ordering Shirley to capture her former leader was a perfectly reasonable request.

“No! That would be illegal! You’ll be arrested!” Shirley shook her head, realizing the truth of his words. She was now bound to him.

“Illegal? I break the law for breakfast.”

Hilna: “…”

Shirley: “…Of course you do.”

“And who’s going to arrest me? You, Captain Loston?” He turned his gaze towards Loston, who was hiding behind his men.

Loston averted his gaze, his heart pounding. Kailun was a monster.

He had brutally slain Stamp, seized his army, and then forced both Lodis and Hilna to surrender their command.

Those who crossed him met a grim fate.

And what had he done?

He had tried to sabotage Kailun’s business!

He was doomed. He wouldn’t survive the day.

Desperate, he spotted a small rock on the ground and, without hesitation, smashed it against his forehead.

“Thud!” He collapsed, unconscious.

“Well, well. The captain of the City Guard is down. Anyone else want to try their luck?” He smiled at Shirley, pleased with Loston’s quick thinking.

Shirley, cursing him under her breath, forced a smile. “Please reconsider, Master Kailun. Kidnapping the princess will only cause unrest.”

He didn’t answer, his smile widening.

Shirley, seeing Afra approaching with a collar in hand, turned to Hilna, her heart heavy. “Forgive me, Your Highness.”

She mouthed the words, “Don’t worry. I’ll rescue you.”

It was better for her to restrain the princess gently than to let Kailun have his way.

Hilna: “…”

She had lost everything, even herself. Only a fool like Shirley would believe escape was possible.

“You’ll regret this! Incurring the Rose Queen’s wrath is a dangerous game! She never forgets a slight! You’re dragging the entire kingdom into hell!” She allowed Shirley to bind her hands.

“The Rose Queen? You’re afraid of her?” Kailun took the collar from Afra and approached Hilna.

“Let me be clear. I conquered the Xiya Kingdom in three days. I can conquer the Rose Kingdom in two weeks. Believe it.”

She saw the madness and confidence in his eyes. “You’re insane!”

[Hilna’s fear and hatred for you have intensified. Favorability decreased to -70.]

“Thank you. But you’re just a prisoner now.”

“Click!” He fastened the anti-magic collar around her neck. “Take her away. I’ll assign her a cell later. And have Ella and Winnie teach her our house rules. I wouldn’t want her bringing any bad habits from the palace into my home.”

Shirley’s heart ached as she led Hilna away.

Even a princess could end up in a dungeon.

How had things gone so wrong in just three days?

“Someone will take over your duties. Cooperate. As for Anderson, Loston, and Kostja… send them to the mines. I’m not a bloodthirsty monster, after all.” He patted her shoulder and walked away.

Anderson and Kostja wept, their fate tied to Hilna’s.

But at least they were alive. For now.

Chapter 75: Vivian Knows How to Train Dogs

“He… he broke the stalemate just like that?” Hilna’s heart sank as she watched Kailun effortlessly turn the tables.

The situation had reversed. He now commanded fifty thousand men, while she had only twenty thousand. How could she possibly win?

Despair washed over her. She turned to Shirley, her voice barely above a whisper. “Shirley, should we surrender?”

Hilna, tormented and outmaneuvered, had finally broken.

She was outmatched. Ruling would only bring ruin.

“Your Highness? We haven’t even fought! Why surrender?”

“What else can we do?”

“We break through their lines! Establish our own territory! Regroup and rise again!”

Hilna: “…”

Asking Shirley for advice was as useful as consulting a stray cat.

“Well, Your Highness? Have you made your decision? What’s more important: your life or your wealth?” Kailun, leaving Hilna aside for now, approached Lodis and his companions.

“I… I agree.” Lodis lowered his head, his voice filled with shame.

With Stamp defeated, Kailun held all the cards. His five thousand guards were insignificant, and he was still suffering from the poison.

He realized the kingdom was about to change hands.

But he still had the Divine Church’s support. He would reclaim what he had lost.

He would endure this humiliation.

“But how can I be sure the antidote is real?” he asked.

Kailun, ever prepared, retrieved another contract. “We can sign a contract. It will clearly state that the antidote I provide will cure you of this poison.”

This time, he wasn’t lying. The antidote would indeed cure the current poison. However, it would react with the remnants of the previous antidote, creating a new and even more potent poison.

He had mastered the art of cultivating leeks.

Lodis stared at the contract.

Damn it!

Didn’t he know how infuriating his meticulous planning was?

He felt the same despair Hilna had experienced. His mind was on the verge of breaking.

After a brief negotiation, Kailun obtained five thousand soldiers and a sizable chunk of embezzled funds in exchange for two doses of the antidote. A profitable transaction.

“What about Paul? What about his antidote?” Harry asked, his concern for Paul evident.

“He’ll duel his sister. If he wins, he gets the antidote. If he loses, he suffers. I’m sure someone as blessed by fate as Paul won’t succumb so easily.”

He knew they possessed valuable teleportation scrolls. He wouldn’t force them to stay.

He could deal with the Divine Church later. Lodis still had wealth to be extracted. He could wait.

As for Paul?

His current state was already a source of amusement. If he could squeeze out a few more favorability points, all the better.

Paul’s every struggle was a contribution to his cause. How touching.

“Wake him up. I’ll be with you after I deal with the princess. And please have those assets transferred by the time I return.” He would savor Paul for last. Now, it was time to reap the rewards of his meticulously crafted plan.

Three days of planning had led to this moment. And once he secured his victory, he would use the Xiya Kingdom as a springboard for his global conquest.

He sighed. “What a busy day.”

He walked over to Afra and wrapped his arm around her, feigning weakness. “Let me lean on you. I’m feeling a little… faint.”

“Honestly, Kailun. Don’t take such risks again.” She rolled her eyes, but didn’t pull away.

He might be pretending, but his hand was wandering a little too freely. He was clearly enjoying the feel of her body.

She had to admit, his touch was comforting. Her presence seemed to alleviate his fatigue.

“Well, Princess Hilna? Have you made your decision?” He led Afra towards her.

Both Hilna and Shirley averted their gazes, unable to meet his eyes.

“I have one more question,” Hilna said, taking a deep breath. “You deployed two knight orders. Aren’t you worried about your territory being attacked?”

“Simple. I launched a preemptive strike on the Eternal Fortress. Surprised?”

“You’re mad! Do you have no fear of the Rose Queen’s wrath? You’re leading the Xiya Kingdom to its doom!”

“Our perspectives differ. So, are you willing to save the kingdom? If so, sign the contract. I’m eager to witness this sisterly duel.”

He continued to provoke her. Capturing the Eternal Fortress was essential. Otherwise, the entire kingdom would be vulnerable to the Rose Queen’s aggression.

As for incurring her wrath?

He didn’t care. Their paths would cross eventually. She was just another obstacle to be removed.

Besides, she had attacked his family in his past life. He hadn’t forgotten.

Hilna’s fighting spirit rekindled. “I accept the duel. But we add one rule: no performance-enhancing drugs.”

Surrendering her kingdom to this madman was unthinkable.

“Agreed.” He retrieved the contract, made a few adjustments, and tossed it back to her. “Sign it.”

“Phils, bring me a chair. I want to watch these women fight.”

“Right away!” She scurried off, eager to please.

Vivian, sensing his intentions, approached, a large sword in hand.

Hilna was confused. Wasn’t Vivian a mage? When had she switched to swordsmanship?

“Sister, only one of us will be standing by the end of this.” Vivian raised her sword, its size dwarfing her petite frame.

Hilna’s face darkened. “Must we truly fight to the death?”

“You’ve already signed the contract, Sister. Why the theatrics? Besides, the loser won’t die. They’ll just become a dog.” She glanced at Kailun, offering him a reassuring look. “Kailun said that if I defeat you, I get to be your owner. I’ll starve you, whip you, and make you work all day.”

She voiced her deepest desire. Her greatest regret was failing to turn Kailun into her pet.

Her sister would be a suitable substitute.

“Is that truly what you want?” Hilna’s gaze shifted to Kailun.

“Of course not! What kind of person do you think I am?” He pulled Afra onto his lap, her soft body a welcome distraction. “I prefer to have both sisters. Owning a dog is… optional.”

Hilna: “…You’ll regret this.”

Excellent. Another reason to win.

Chapter 74: Why Can’t Mages Fight Up Close?

“What did I do? Isn’t this the poison you used, Princess Hilna? I just happen to have the antidote.” Kailun’s expression was a picture of innocence.

Hilna, still studying the contract, felt a wave of anger.

So he had been holding onto that trump card this entire time? He had planned for even this?

Her gaze fell upon Vivian’s name on the contract, a mixture of emotions swirling within her.

A sense of inadequacy washed over her. She felt utterly useless.

“You were involved in that poisoning too? You’re despicable! No wonder you didn’t touch any of those women! You had this planned all along!” Lodis pointed an accusing finger at Kailun. “You’re finished! No one will ever invite you to a banquet again!”

Kailun merely shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. I’ll just poison them secretly.”

Lodis choked, sputtering in outrage. Was he trying to kill him with anger?

“You… you… you…”

“Oh, I almost forgot to mention. The second wave of this poison is usually fatal. You have about a day left to live. So if you’re planning to run, I suggest you do it now. Go enjoy a few more banquets while you still can.”

“Harry, is he telling the truth?” Lodis turned to Harry, his voice trembling.

Harry nodded grimly. “He’s right. This poison is potent. I can feel my life force draining away. At this rate, we won’t survive until the Saint and Saintess arrive.”

He glanced at Paul, who was writhing on the ground, his face contorted in pain.

“What do you want?” Lodis, struggling to endure the agony, asked Kailun.

“Simple. Surrender your command and return the assets you embezzled. No more free lunches.”

“Can’t we choose a duel instead?”

Kailun tossed the contract towards Paul. “The duel is a personal matter between Anna and Paul. It has nothing to do with you. You can buy your lives with your command. Think carefully. Duke Stamp has already signed.”

He examined the returned contract, a satisfied smile on his face.

Military command, in this context, was more akin to a specialized employment contract, binding the soldiers to their leader.

Transferring command meant transferring this contract. Confident in his abilities, Stamp had chosen to sign and duel Kailun.

He had no time to waste. Every second that passed meant more of his family slaughtered.

“A wise choice. As per the contract, no restrictions on weapons or methods. One-on-one combat until one party is incapacitated.” Kailun outlined the rules. The contract was straightforward.

He didn’t pressure Hilna. She wouldn’t sign unless she felt the full weight of her predicament.

Stamp was his leverage. He was, after all, on Kailun’s personal blacklist.

“Duke Stamp might be past his prime, but he’s still close to sixth-tier. Are you sure you don’t need my help?” Afra asked, concern evident in her voice.

Trust didn’t negate worry.

“Don’t worry. He’s just an old man. This will be over quickly.” He kissed her forehead and, taking her sword, stepped off the stage.

“Aren’t you a mage?” Stamp asked, bewildered.

“Who says mages can’t fight up close? That’s prejudice.”

Kailun, clad in his suit, sword in hand, looked like a harmless nobleman.

He seemed completely out of place wielding a weapon.

All eyes were on them. Winnie silently prayed for his death. Hilna hoped he would at least be crippled.

Kailun, feeling their gazes upon him, retrieved a small bottle of candy and poured the contents into his mouth.

He crunched on the candy, then tossed the empty bottle to the ground, where it shattered.

“You’re using forbidden drugs? No wonder your aura has surged! You’ve reached the fourth tier! But it’s not enough! You’re still far weaker than me!” Stamp, sensing the shift in Kailun’s power, nodded thoughtfully.

“Victory demands sacrifice.” Kailun’s voice was firm.

He licked his teeth, grimacing at the sticky residue. He would need to brush his teeth extra thoroughly later.

That was the price he was willing to pay.

Vivian and Afra: “…”

If they hadn’t known he had just eaten candy, they might have actually believed him. Vivian, thanks to the swapped antidote, was all too familiar with his deceptive tactics. Afra, having grown up with him, knew his love for sweets.

Carol, too, suspected the truth, her intuition guiding her.

Kailun stretched, then smiled at Stamp. “Do you remember what you called me when we first met?”

“Little bas…”

Stamp’s words were cut short.

“Whoosh!”

A gust of wind swept past. He clutched his throat, warm liquid staining his hand.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

He had lost before he could even draw his sword?

“Thud!”

He collapsed, blood gushing from his neck.

“I hate it when people insult me. You owe me one for that.” Kailun wiped the blood from his blade, his expression unreadable.

Prioritizing Agility, with a touch of Strength, was a potent combination.

Even with Afra’s boost, he could have handled Stamp even if he had been two tiers stronger.

“Father!” Barr, reacting belatedly, rushed forward and cradled his father’s body, tears streaming down his face. “You monster! Why did you kill him? He did nothing wrong!”

Kailun ignored him, his gaze cold as he approached, sword raised.

“Thud!”

Barr collapsed on top of his father.

They might not have done anything yet, but Kailun remembered their future transgressions.

Feigning exhaustion, he walked towards Stamp’s army, the contract clutched in his hand. “According to this contract, you are now under my command. I suggest you cooperate. Unless you want your families to suffer.”

It was a blatant threat, but an effective one.

His bloodstained sword, his sinister smile… he was the devil incarnate.

“Thud!”

One by one, they knelt, their heads bowed in submission.

“I instructed my knights to target only the Stamp family. No civilians were harmed. No property was seized. Your families are safe. They are under the protection of the Kate family.” He surveyed the kneeling soldiers, a satisfied smile on his face.

Chapter 73: Another Contract

“Your Highness, didn’t you say Kailun was finished?” Paul, his face a mask of confusion, gestured towards a triumphant Kailun.

“How should I know?” Lodis clutched his head, his voice laced with frustration. “This is impossible! The Grand Duke’s territory is miles away from Stamp’s stronghold! How did they know when to attack? And how is this happening at such a convenient time?”

“It’s like he’s possessed,” Harry muttered, finishing his thought.

Hilna had been outmaneuvered from the start. Even as mere observers, they felt a chill run down their spines. The pressure she must be feeling was unimaginable.

“There’s something strange about that Kailun. I’d rather not cross him.” Lodis, observing Stamp’s despair, felt a surge of fear.

Paul’s eyes widened. This wasn’t what he had hoped for.

“If Kailun emerges victorious, we’ll have no choice but to confront him. But rest assured, we have the full might of the Divine Church behind us. He can’t escape their judgment.”

Paul’s expression was unreadable as he met Harry’s gaze.

“Kneeling is simply too humiliating! I’ll add another ten thousand gold coins! How about that?” Stamp’s desperate plea interrupted their conversation.

Kailun considered his offer. “Agreed. In twenty minutes.”

Stamp: “…”

Every second that passed meant more bloodshed at his stronghold. What was the point of victory if his family was dead?

“Father!”

His son’s cry shattered his pride.

“Thud!” He dropped his sword and knelt. “Please spare my family! I’ll withdraw my troops!”

“Spare your family?”

“Hahaha! Coming from you? That’s rich! Stop making me laugh!” Kailun glared at him. “Need I remind you how many families you’ve slaughtered? Your hypocrisy disgusts me. Hand over your military command, and I’ll spare you and your family.”

“Never! I’ll never surrender my command! Without it, I’m at your mercy! I’d rather die with my family than hand it over to you!”

“He’s right! You can’t surrender your command!” Hilna, her voice frantic, supported Stamp.

“Shut up, you foolish woman! I’ll deal with you later!” Kailun snapped.

Hilna: “…”

“I’m a kind soul. I hate bloodshed. So let’s play a game. A fun game.” A wicked smile spread across his face.

“A game?” Stamp was bewildered by his sudden shift in tone.

“Yes, a game. With four players.” He pointed at Hilna, Lodis, and Stamp. “If you lose, you surrender your command. If I lose, I become your prisoner. If you don’t trust me, we can sign a contract.”

He retrieved a contract from a stack he had prepared earlier.

The sight of the contract sent chills down their spines. Had he anticipated even this?

Was he even human?

Phils and the others, however, felt a surge of admiration. Even their favorability towards him increased slightly.

Stamp realized this proposal was in his favor. Even if Kailun had been training since birth, he couldn’t possibly defeat him.

He scrutinized Kailun. He was an ordinary mage, barely strong enough to pose a threat to his army.

Why was he so confident? Even in his old age, he wasn’t someone to be trifled with!

“What’s wrong, Duke Stamp? Afraid? Take your time. Being outmaneuvered isn’t the end of the world, is it?” Kailun offered him a reassuring smile. He had all the time in the world.

Hilna, who had clashed with Kailun numerous times, warned, “Don’t trust him, Duke Stamp! It’s a trap!”

“I know you’re anxious, you foolish woman! But hold your horses! I have a contract for you too. Your opponent will be your dear sister, Vivian.” He tossed the contract towards her. “Take a minute to read it. The choice is yours. If you want a civil war, I’m game. But I’ve given up on your feeble mind.”

Hilna fumed at his insults, but as she read the contract, two words popped into her head: “So tempting.”

Of course, Kailun hadn’t forgotten about Lodis and his companions.

He sniffed the air, detecting the peculiar fragrance of the Sunset Flowers. It was time.

He turned to them. As expected, they were starting to show signs of distress.

“My, my, Your Highness. Feeling a little… queasy? Unfortunately, there are no toilets here. You’ll have to make do.”

“You bastard! What did you do to us?!” Lodis’s face contorted in agony.

Harry, despite his magical resistance, was also suffering. His aged face was a mask of pain.

Paul, the most heavily poisoned, had collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony.

Chapter 72: Duke Stamp, Outplayed

“If your words are lies, I’ll have your limbs severed,” Hilna declared, her gaze fixed on Kailun.

She had no need to hide her animosity now.

“My, my, how cruel! Threatening to dismember me? I’m terrified!” Kailun feigned fear, relishing her frustration.

“Oh, look! Duke Stamp has arrived!” He smiled, his eyes gleaming as he watched the dust billowing from the final entrance.

Stamp led a mixed legion, comprising knights, mages, and warriors, totaling over thirty thousand men.

Hilna’s heart pounded as she saw the vanguard appear. What if Kailun was telling the truth?

“Well, well, is everyone waiting for me? I thought the battle had already begun!” Stamp boomed, his laughter echoing through the valley. He seemed confident of victory.

He noticed Hilna’s anxious expression and quickly bowed. “Forgive my tardiness, Your Highness. I’ve come to your aid.”

Her worries dissipated. “Your arrival is all that matters. Kailun tried to sow discord between us, claiming you had betrayed me.”

“That little scoundrel! Daring to slander me? I’ll crush him under my heel and cut off his ears! Let’s see him be arrogant then!” Stamp, understanding her implication, pointed at Kailun and roared, reaffirming his loyalty.

“Kailun’s finished,” Lodis declared, watching Stamp’s arrival.

Hilna had over twenty thousand soldiers, and Stamp had over thirty thousand. Fifty thousand against twenty thousand? It wasn’t even a contest.

“I want to see him die!” Paul hissed, his gaze fixed on Kailun.

“Give it up. He’ll be captured alive. Hilna wouldn’t dare kill him.” Harry shook his head. He, too, saw no hope for Kailun.

…

“Can I kill him now?” Afra, her eyes fixed on Stamp, asked coldly.

“No need. He’s a dying dog,” Kailun replied dismissively.

He had vivid memories of Stamp’s role in aiding Hilna in his past life.

“Duke Stamp, you’re quite the vigorous old man! Traveling all this way to offer your support? One might think your entire family had been slaughtered. Oh, wait. They’re about to be. In about half an hour, I’d say. You did strip your defenses bare for this little expedition, didn’t you?” A cruel smile spread across his face.

“What do you mean?” Stamp frowned, sensing something was amiss.

Wasn’t Kailun supposed to be a cowardly fool? Why was he smiling in the face of certain defeat?

“Surely you’re aware that your stronghold is under attack? In half an hour, it’ll be a bloodbath. You seem awfully calm about it.” Kailun helpfully shared this information, hoping Stamp would express his gratitude later.

Stamp: “？？?”

“Your Grace! Disaster! Our stronghold is under attack by the Grand Duke’s knights! We’re about to be overrun!” A messenger, clutching a magical letter, knelt before him.

“What?!”

Stamp’s eyes bulged. He snatched the letter and scanned its contents.

The message was brief: their stronghold was under attack, the enemy had breached their defenses and were slaughtering his men, their forces were routed, they could only hold out for another half hour.

“You bastard! You did this! I’ll kill you!” He roared, drawing his sword and charging towards Kailun.

Kailun calmly raised a hand. “Don’t be hasty. Think of your family. Your rash actions might just wipe out your entire lineage.”

“Father, Grandfather and our brothers are still at home! What’s the point of living if they’re all dead?” Barr, his son, grabbed his arm, restraining him.

“I hate this! I hate this!” Stamp’s heart filled with regret. Why had he gotten involved in this power struggle?

He had gained nothing, and now his family was about to be wiped out.

He pointed at his army. “Call off your men! Or I’ll drag you down with me!”

“Is that how you beg? Shouldn’t you be on your knees, groveling?” Kailun ignored his threat. He knew Stamp’s weakness: his family.

His family was his everything. Destroy his foundation, and his legacy would crumble.

“Shouldn’t he be exposing his stomach?” Shirley muttered.

Thankfully, Hilna, consumed by her own anxieties, didn’t hear her. Her heart pounded in her chest.

She didn’t understand how Kailun had orchestrated this, but things were spiraling out of control. If she didn’t act quickly, Stamp might actually switch sides.

“Duke Stamp, don’t listen to his lies! He’s a devil! He’s just trying to humiliate you! Let’s join forces and capture him! The Grand Duke won’t dare retaliate then!” Her voice was hoarse with desperation.

She couldn’t afford another loss. Failure meant losing everything.

“Clap, clap, clap!” Kailun applauded. “What a brilliant plan! It’s easy to be ruthless when it’s not your family on the line, isn’t it?”

He turned to Stamp. “Think carefully. By the time your men kill my knights, your stronghold will be a graveyard. Shall we have a race? The only winner will be Hilna.”

Stamp glanced at Hilna, his eyes filled with regret.

He couldn’t act rashly. His family’s lives were at stake.

“I’ll pay you ten thousand gold coins to withdraw. Let’s pretend this never happened.”

Kailun considered his offer. “Agreed. But you’ll have to wait half an hour.”

Stamp: “…”

Chapter 71: Afra’s Devotion

Yes, he was back.

On this final battlefield, he had returned.

But this time, there were no regrets. He was the villain now, the one inflicting pain, not receiving it.

No one would harm those precious to him. He held onto not just the light of his past life, but also his newfound convictions.

He had returned to the beginning, reclaiming what he had lost.

His eyes gleamed, reflecting the sunlight.

Perhaps one only truly appreciated something after losing it.

And now, holding it once more, he considered it a gift of fate.

Afra, gazing into his eyes, saw a kaleidoscope of emotions: excitement, sorrow, longing…

She didn’t understand, yet she felt a connection to those emotions, as if they were hers.

In this moment, his world revolved around her.

Their eyes met, and she felt a surge of emotion, a feeling that transcended time, reawakening within her.

It was her heartbeat, yet not quite hers.

“I… I do.” She placed her hand on her chest, offering her answer.

She had never been good at refusing him. She would give him anything he desired.

She had once seen him as a younger brother. Now, she saw him as both brother and lover.

[Afra’s love for you burns brightly. Her heart beats for you. Devotion achieved. Favorability 100. Attribute points gained…]

Ignoring the system notification, Kailun focused on her answer.

He retrieved a ring from his pocket and slipped it onto her finger.

He stood, cupped her face in his hands, and kissed her, pouring all his emotions into that single act.

Afra, flustered but willing, wrapped her arms around him, surrendering to his embrace.

The surrounding knights, witnessing this scene, knelt, their fists pressed against their chests, offering their silent blessings.

“Boom!”

Like a wave, they knelt, row after row, until every knight in the valley was on one knee.

Vivian touched her flat chest, a strange feeling of emptiness washing over her.

She reminded herself, over and over, that she hated Kailun.

Carol watched with envy, eagerly anticipating the day Kailun had promised her.

Phils, equally envious, nibbled on her finger. Anna and Ella exchanged glances, their expressions unreadable.

Winnie paused mid-bite, her gaze fixed on Kailun. He seemed like a different person from the monster who had tormented her.

“Your Highness, they’re actually getting married! Should we attack?” Shirley stared, bewildered.

“The arrow is already drawn. There’s no turning back. Have the mages begin their incantations. I’ll turn this wedding into a funeral.” Hilna glanced at the mages entering the valley, her voice cold.

“Yes, Your Highness!”

Magical energy surged, illuminating the sky with a kaleidoscope of colors. The light bathed Kailun and Afra in an ethereal glow, creating a scene of breathtaking beauty.

The Silver Moon Knights rose, drawing their swords and mounting their steeds. They awaited Afra’s command, ready to charge.

The tension in the air was palpable. Battle was imminent.

“Be ready to teleport at a moment’s notice! These people are mad!” Lodis warned.

He surveyed his assembled guards and raised his arm. “But I’m feeling a little mad myself! On my command, prepare to charge! There can only be one victor today!”

Paul watched, consumed by jealousy. Kailun, surrounded by beauty, the center of attention, calm amidst the brewing storm… He possessed a confidence and charisma that Paul could only dream of.

He clutched the scroll in his hand, his heart filled with resentment.

“Stop… they’re chanting…” Afra, breathless, pushed Kailun away. “They’re about to attack.”

He glanced at the mages and chuckled. “Hilna is a greedy woman. She’s casting high-level spells. We have time.”

He kissed her again.

“You… mmm…” She tried to push him away, but eventually gave in.

He finally released her as Hilna’s spell neared completion, her body limp in his arms.

She looked down at her wedding dress, her voice laced with annoyance. “This isn’t exactly battle attire.”

“No need for the bride to fight today. Leave everything to me.” He stroked her hair gently and stepped forward.

Afra watched as he confidently strode to the forefront, a rare smile gracing her lips.

She followed, her dress trailing behind her, stopping a step behind him.

She trusted his judgment, even if it led them to ruin.

“Your Highness, you wouldn’t want to see the Xiya Kingdom destroyed, would you?” His voice boomed through the valley.

Hilna frowned, that familiar unease creeping back into her heart. “What do you mean?”

His smile was all too familiar. She had seen it in her nightmares.

“It’s quite simple. You’ve already lost. Duke Stamp, your supposed reinforcement, is actually on my side.”

“!!!”

Her eyes widened in disbelief. How had he learned about Stamp’s arrival?

And how could Stamp possibly be on his side?

“Curious, aren’t you? Want to know why? Then have those imbecile mages cease their chanting! Their noise is giving me a headache!”

“What should we do, Your Highness?” Shirley asked, her voice panicked.

Her instincts, fueled by her fear of Kailun, told her he was telling the truth.

Hilna felt the same. While Stamp’s betrayal seemed highly unlikely, what if…

“Cease the chanting! Stamp’s army will arrive any minute now. What’s a few more minutes? We have the numbers. We can afford to minimize our casualties.” She tried to convince herself, even as fear gnawed at her heart.

Shirley, unsure what to say, offered a rote response. “Your wisdom is unmatched, Your Highness!”

Hilna: “…”

The magic formations in the sky flickered and died, the magical energy dissipating.

Kailun smiled, pleased. That’s right. Be a good girl and everything will be fine.

Chapter 70: So I Returned

Time ticked by as Kailun continued to torment Winnie.

He glanced at the sun’s position in the sky. It was time.

He helped Winnie to her feet and handed her over to Vivian. His gaze swept across the assembled crowd. “Sound the drums! Welcome the bride!”

“Boom!”

A hundred drums thundered in unison, their sound reverberating through the valley.

The earth-shaking rhythm signaled the arrival of something momentous.

Harry helped Paul to his feet. Lodis watched, eager to witness Kailun’s trump card.

Hilna, however, was gambling on her own superiority. She had learned that Kailun had hidden an army near the Royal City, numbering at least five thousand.

It wasn’t a significant number to her. Her own forces far outnumbered his.

If this was all he had, victory was assured.

She signaled to Shirley, instructing her to summon their troops.

There were only four entrances to the valley. Two were blocked by Kailun and Lodis’s men. She could only bring her army in through the entrance she controlled.

The final entrance was reserved for Stamp. He should be arriving any minute now.

The valley’s unique topography ensured that the forces approaching from different directions wouldn’t clash prematurely.

“Rumble!”

Accompanied by the thunderous drums, a wave of hoofbeats echoed through the valley. Dust billowed as a white torrent surged towards the center.

At the forefront, riding a white steed, was a silver-haired figure clad in a wedding dress.

She was both knight and bride today, her white gown her armor. She pierced Kailun’s heart like a ray of light, taking root and blossoming.

On this final battlefield, she arrived with her Silver Moon Knights, an unstoppable force.

Everyone stared in astonishment. How had Afra, stationed at the border, reached the Royal City? Had she departed three days ago?

Impossible. The city had been eerily calm just three days ago.

Afra, known as the Silver Moon Knight, possessed unparalleled talent. Many believed she had the potential to reach the pinnacle of knighthood.

If she was here, did that mean her elite Silver Moon Knights were also present?

Their question was answered as they witnessed the disciplined ranks of knights following behind her.

The Silver Moon Knights were considered the second strongest knight order in the entire Xiya Kingdom, both in terms of numbers and quality.

The only reason they weren’t ranked first was because their core, Afra, hadn’t reached her full potential.

The top spot belonged to the veteran knight order personally trained by Grand Duke Kuhl in his younger days. Their superior equipment and experience gave them a slight edge.

And that very knight order was currently assaulting Stamp’s stronghold.

“No wonder he dared to challenge Hilna! With a knight order like that, I’d declare war on her too!” Lodis, understanding dawning upon him, gestured to his aide. “Summon the rest of our guards! I’m turning this place into a bloodbath!”

“But Your Highness, we only have five thousand guards left…”

“Just do it! Sometimes, a temporary victory isn’t a true victory!”

“…Yes, Your Highness.”

Lodis turned to Paul. “Harry gave us teleportation scrolls. Don’t hesitate to use yours if things get messy. Staying here will only lead to your death.”

Paul clutched the scroll in his pocket, his gaze fixed on Kailun. He suppressed his rage and nodded.

“If this is your trump card, Kailun, you’re going to lose.” Hilna watched, a triumphant smile spreading across her face.

Her anxiety vanished, replaced by renewed confidence. The throne was hers.

Shirley, mirroring her smile, said, “It seems victory is ours, Your Highness.”

“Indeed. Kailun might have made a clever move, but he failed to account for everything. His limited vision betrayed him. If I were him, I would have launched a surprise attack with two knight orders. Even if he couldn’t defeat me, he could have weakened my forces significantly.” Hilna, her mood lifted, analyzed the situation.

She couldn’t imagine how twenty thousand knights could possibly defeat her.

If she lost this battle, she might as well surrender herself to Kailun.

“Your brilliance is unmatched, Your Highness!” Shirley offered a well-practiced compliment.

…

The narrow valley entrance restricted the number of knights who could enter. The rest remained outside, ready to provide support.

“Let me help you down.” Kailun extended his hand as Afra reached the edge of the wedding venue.

“I’m not that fragile.” Despite her words, she placed her gloved hand in his.

As he helped her dismount, she surveyed her surroundings. “Is the plan going smoothly?”

“The main plan is on track. But some minor details… didn’t quite pan out.” He was referring to Paul.

He hadn’t anticipated the interference of a meddling old man who had captured Paul’s “heart.”

“But enough about that. You look absolutely stunning today, Sister Afra. I can barely contain myself.”

He led her to the center of the stage and knelt before her, kissing her hand. “Sister Afra, I love you. I want you. Will you marry me?”

Afra was stunned. This wasn’t part of the plan!

Her heart pounded in her chest, a delicate blush gracing her cheeks.

“Is this… also part of the plan?” she asked, her gaze fixed on him.

As she studied him, she realized that the boy who had once needed her protection was gone.

He was strong, confident, capable of offering a shoulder to lean on.

This was a different kind of love, more intense than familial affection.

“Yes, it’s part of the plan.” He looked up at her, his eyes filled with sincerity. “A plan I made in my past life. I promised that once we won this war, I would come home and marry you. So… I’m back.”