Chapter 292 : Chapter 292
Chapter 292. Sylvia: The Prime Minister Died in a Fight with Moran!
“How dare you!”
Elena’s rebuke had only just left her mouth when a domineering and utterly unreasonable spatial force had already wrapped around her.
As a Seventh-Tier swordsmanship master, the sword intent around her instinctively tried to erupt and tear that insolent power apart.
However, she saw that the caster was Logaris, as well as the unconcealed signal in the eyes of her student, Sylvia.
Elena forcibly suppressed the urge to resist.
In the next instant, the four figures seemed to be erased from reality by an invisible giant hand and vanished at the same time.
When Elena’s feet touched solid ground again, the surrounding environment had already changed completely.
A unique scent, a mixture of aged parchment and high-grade incense, lingered at the tip of her nose. This was the Inner Court archive room of Golden Rose Palace!
Before she could question Logaris about this act that could practically be called kidnapping, a noisy voice spraying spittle everywhere drilled into her ears.
“Commander, look here! Isn’t the troop deployment along the Ironwall Corridor far too thin? The gap is too large! If the Valerians suddenly lose their minds one day and attack from here, wouldn’t they just sweep straight through in one wave? No, no, that will not do. We must reinforce it!”
Inside the room, First Prince Dorg was holding a Western Territory defense rotation map. His sickly face was filled with an expression of “deep concern for the kingdom and its people” as he clung relentlessly to Aureus, the Commander of the Royal Capital Guard.
Aureus, whose build was burly and whose aura was as steady as a mountain, was so irritated by him at this moment that the veins at his temples were throbbing. Damn it, he was the Guard Commander, not a frontline general!
He very much wanted to slap that stack of maps right back into Dorg’s face, but their statuses were different, so he could only force himself to endure it.
Just as he was about to reach the end of his patience and politely “invite” this prince out, his vision blurred, and four more figures suddenly appeared before him.
“Who goes there?!”
Aureus’s pupils abruptly contracted. His right hand gripped the hilt of the greatsword at his waist like lightning, and the terrifying aura of a Seventh-Tier guardian knight erupted like an awakened lion!
The air in the entire confidential room froze for an instant!
“Do not draw your sword, Commander. We are on the same side!”
Logaris spoke so quickly that his words almost left afterimages.
“Listen carefully! Prime Minister Moran has been assassinated outside the city! Demons have infiltrated the Royal Capital, and an assassin has disguised himself as the Prime Minister! Now, immediately, at once! Come with us to capture the enemy!”
That series of information struck Aureus and Elena on the head like a heavy hammer, and both of their minds short-circuited for a brief instant.
The Prime Minister... was dead?
Demon infiltration? Disguise?
What nonsense was this brat spouting?
However, Logaris did not give them any time to think or question him.
He quickly glanced at Dorg. Dorg instantly understood, strode forward, and seized Aureus’s arm tightly with an expression that said, “Commander, everything depends on you now,” leaving him no chance to break free.
“Everyone, hold on!”
Buzz—!
The space in the entire confidential room distorted violently, as if it were a canvas being kneaded by an invisible hand.
Six figures were wrapped in a violent torrent of aether and vanished from where they stood in an instant.
...
At the same time, in the Royal Capital, in the Black Iron District, inside the underground secret chamber.
Moran had just realized that his position had been exposed and was preparing to activate his backup plan to transfer away when two figures had already torn through space and blocked his path.
They were none other than the memory constructs of Mad King Maggie and Hero King Roland.
“You two arrived uninvited. Breaking into a private residence is not a good habit.” Moran’s face was as dark as water, and black mist that belonged to the Authority of ‘Secrecy,’ capable of devouring all perception, began spreading around him.
“Once we slaughter you, this place will be ownerless,” Maggie said disdainfully.
Just as an earth-shattering battle was about to erupt between the two sides—
Crack!
A crisp spatial wail like shattering glass suddenly rang out from the other end of the secret chamber.
As the spatial ripples dispersed, six figures clearly appeared.
Alarm bells rang wildly in Moran’s heart, and he abruptly turned his head.
Then, he saw the most despairing and absurd scene of his life.
Dean Barnabas of Saint Arcadia Academy, a Seventh-Tier great mage proficient in four systems of spellcraft.
Elena, the Royal Court Swordsmanship Grandmaster and a Seventh-Tier swordsmanship master.
Aureus, the Commander-in-Chief of the Royal Guard and a Seventh-Tier heavy knight.
Along with Sylvia, who held her weapon and stood to one side, watching like a tiger eyeing its prey; Logaris, whose gaze was as sharp as a blade; and Dorg, whose sickly face could not conceal his extreme excitement.
A full three Seventh-Tier pillars of the kingdom, along with two top powerhouses of the younger generation, had descended like divine soldiers from the heavens, sealing off this small secret chamber that should have been his absolute domain so tightly that not even water could pass through.
At that moment, Moran’s mind went completely blank.
How was this possible?
What about the restrictive arrays spread throughout the Royal Capital that he had been so proud of? What about his Authority of ‘Secrecy,’ which was enough to block all divination and isolate all prying eyes?
Why could this group of people appear directly inside his core secret chamber as though they were strolling through their own back garden?
Elena and Aureus, who had been forcibly dragged here, were also utterly confused at this moment.
But when they clearly saw the scene before them, all the doubts in their hearts were instantly replaced by towering shock.
The “ordinary person” Prime Minister before them, who, in their understanding, should not even have the strength to truss a chicken, was currently emitting dark mana fluctuations so vast that they made one’s heart tremble!
Moreover, he was facing off against two other mysterious figures of unknown origin, whose auras were also terrifying to the extreme!
This was absolutely not a scene that should involve a Prime Minister who was supposedly an ordinary person!
Just as the two Seventh-Tier powerhouses still harbored a trace of uncertainty, unable to determine whether this was a power struggle within the royal family or a shocking conspiracy involving an external invasion—
Sylvia and Dorg displayed unparalleled political tacit understanding.
Sylvia was the first to strike, shouting sternly:
“By Father-King’s secret order! Prime Minister Moran already died in his struggle with the assassin! The person before us is an impostor disguised as him!”
“What are you two commanders waiting for?!” Dorg pointed at Moran, whose expression had changed drastically, and roared himself hoarse with all the strength in his body.
“Kill him! Avenge the Prime Minister!”
Avenge the Prime Minister? The person before them was an impostor?
Elena and Aureus’s gazes sharpened slightly, and a trace of astonishment flashed through their eyes extremely quickly.
As Seventh-Tier powerhouses who had lived for decades and were core figures who held both the kingdom’s military force and authority, how could they possibly believe, based on just those two sentences, such a world-shaking development as the assassination of the current Prime Minister?
Naturally, they had deep doubts in their hearts, but not the slightest trace of those doubts appeared on their cold faces.
Because at this moment, First Prince Dorg and Grand Princess Sylvia—the two heirs with the highest order of succession in the kingdom—had, unprecedentedly, stood on the same side! And they had both spoken at the same time to set the tone for the situation before them!
Since the two legitimate members of the royal family unanimously declared that the person before them was a “disguised enemy,” then at this very moment, even if that information was false, it had to be true!
Moreover, there was also irrefutable evidence placed before the two Seventh-Tier powerhouses.
According to all the kingdom’s official intelligence, Prime Minister Moran was merely an ordinary person without any mana fluctuations.
Yet this fellow before them, whose face was identical to Moran’s, was surrounded by a surge of heart-stopping evil mana!
With the royal family’s endorsement, and with the undeniable evil aura before their eyes, what they should do as the kingdom’s guardians was self-evident.