In the garden of the Chamberlain mansion, Bethany, looking at the queen, spoke softly. – I was surprised by everything the king did when he arrived here, and especially by the fact that he did not kill Mrs. Farah...
Because of a servant, one of the most powerful houses was almost destroyed.
– Why do you say that? – Odyssey asked, curious.
Bethany looked around to ensure no one else was listening and then approached. – Because it was Mrs. Farah who killed king Heinrich. She let the assassins into the late king's room. – she revealed, sharing the kingdom's greatest secret.
With each word, Queen Andromeda' expression changed. Veins appeared as fury lifted her from her place. – WHAT?! – she exclaimed loudly.
– That's a very serious accusation. Are you sure? – Odyssey asked, staring intently at the servant.
Odyssey was also surprised, but she knew she needed to stay calm. It would be useless to cause problems because on rumors.
Bethany looked at the queen. – The Queen knows I wouldn't lie about this. That night, I looked for the now king Arthur without knowing that he was away with the queen. Something told me to go to the king's apartments, perhaps the prince was playing in his parents' room, that's what I thought. But when I got there, I saw Mrs. Farah opening the door for some men, enemy soldiers, and I heard the king's screams after they entered the room... – she said without a doubt, her eyes filled with conviction.
Queen Andromeda, veins bulging on her face, looked at Odyssey. – She's not lying, that night was Farah's turn to sleep with Heinrich. I feel truth in her every word! I'm going to kill that sluth with my bare hands! – she exclaimed, clenching her fists.
Bethany knelt down. – Madam, please, let no one find out that I said this. Mrs. Farah would have my whole family killed... – her voice trembled, and her body shook with fear of Farah.
Odyssey realized the servant's fear and calculated that she was neither a cultivator nor a martial artist and could not fake such fear.
– Don't worry, we need to inform the king only. He'll know what to do next... – Odyssey finished.
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Meanwhile, in the dining room of the Glayder mansion, Elder Glayder sat at the center of the table, looking at his daughter, Farah.
– How is Theron? – The old man asked, then placed the fork in his mouth.
Sitting next to the old man, with veins bulging on her face, Farah replied. – He has an infection now, and he won't be able to return home anytime soon.
Farah didn't even touch her food, her hatred for Arthur and Andromeda fed her instead.
The stubborn Elder Glayder with his hands on his chin, added. – We need to kill Arthur!
Farah smiled at the madness her father spit. – It's only a matter of time! When I was in Indrith, king Augustus assured me that he would send some troops here, and finally, the family of that Andromeda scoundrel would be destroyed! – she said with a vengeful smile.
Laughing, Elder Glayder said. – Hahaha... Very good! Now we just need to train Auryon to be the next king, and you need to do whatever it takes to make king Augustus fall for you! – Elder Glayder exclaimed, his mouth full of pride.
– Don't worry about Augustus, that idiot is mine! I want to take that smile off that woman's face and cut off her little boy's arms! – Farah revealed, with a sinister smile.
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Days later, in the training room of the Chamberlain mansion, Arthur, shirtless, trained the Art of the Dragon King.
His muscles reflected every movement he made with the sword. "Free your ambitious mind..." he said to himself as golden flames took over the sword, and the movements began to materialize a fire dragon. "Empty yourself of yourself, that is the beginning of things, die to yourself..." he recited, cutting the air with his sword.
Princess Alexia entered the room with a basket. – Lord, good night... – she greeted, approaching him. She witnessed his movements replicate a dragon. "That's... That's a dragon..." she thought, open-mouthed, seeing a dragon made of golden flames.
It was strange the freedom she gave herself, but the presence of the Treadway elders would change that.
"Boss, you've managed to master ten percent of the art. It's a great advance!" Alfred stated, it was unclear whether it was sincerity or sarcasm.
Arthur, training, sweated non-stop due to the power of the Art. "I've been training for years, but to date, I've only been able to master ten percent of the Art?! This is absurd!" he thought with a frown.
Alexia, ogling not only the power of the Art of the Dragon King, but also Arthur's fit and muscular physique. "WOW..." she blushed as her jaw dropped.
Breathing heavily, he stopped the sword at her neck. "What does Alexia want here?!" he thought, already bored with the Art.
Princess Alexia, leaning against the wall with his sword at her neck, held her breath. – Lord... – she said in a trembling voice, looking at Arthur's closed eyes.
Full of sweat with his sword around her neck, he breathed heavily. – What are you doing here?! – With a furrowed brow, Arthur asked.
Swallowing hard, Alexia whispered. – E-Ehmm, I-I brought your lunch, lord... – her trembling hands held the basket.
Arthur, removing the sword from her neck, opened his eyes.
Alexia, running her hand around her neck, sighed. – F-Forgive me... – she whispered, swallowing once again.
Looking at her with disinterest, he turned and grabbed a towel.
Seeing red burn marks on his back, she tried to touch them. – And... Those burns...? D-Don't they hurt? – she whispered, placing her hand on his back.
Wiping his face, he sighed, her presence tiring him. – It is a consequence of using the Art of the Dragon King. That's one of the reasons why I only taught you the breathing and concentration techniques of this art. The moves I taught you are from the Art of a Thousand Armies, but avoid fighting other people, or you'll get hurt or they will die.... – he clarified as his back began to regenerate.
Alexia, looking at him, lifted the basket with a smile. – I thought you were hungry, so I brought lunch... – she said, tilting her head with a slight smile.
Arthur, wearing a blue robe with a frown, sighed. – Thank you, Alexia. – he said.
Alexia, looking at him, placed her hair behind her ear. – Thank you for not dirtying your tunic... – she said with a flushed face.
Arthur sat on a bench and tied his long brown hair. – It wasn't because of you that I took it off! But regardless, stop doing my laundry, it's weird. You're a princess and my sister, not a servant... – he ordered, looking coldly at her.
Successfully ignored.
Alexia sat next to him and opened the basket. – I know, it's a way to help since you won't let me go to war... – she said, puffing her cheek. – But there's something that bothers me about the Glayder family... – she successfully shifted his focus to another problem.
Picking up an apple, he looked at her. – What about the family?
Placing her light blue-yellow eyes on him, she raised an eyebrow. – Please don't get upset with your sister, but knowing that Farah killed your father, why didn't you kill them too? Why did you only destroy the Takashi and Jang families...? – she asked, looking at him.
At that moment, King Arthur's face slowly turned to her, revealing a look filled with fury and bloodlust, a killing intent that chased away the oxygen from the room.
Arthur, full of veins on his face, and with red draconic eyes. – What did you say?! – he questioned, crushing the apple in his hand.