Chapter 127: Worthless death (1/2)

The ball was surprisingly interesting. For Sol whose life usually revolved around the tower and the church, he had to admit that this fairy tale like environment was something to be really enjoyed.

Still, even though he was surrounded by a sea of beauties who kept smiling at him, if he had to be perfectly honest, he couldn't help but feel empty.

'So many facades.'

Those smiles, those laughs, those words of appreciation; everything was nothing more than lies and artifice.

This made what was supposed to be an enjoyable moment, nothing more than a chore to be done with as soon as possible. What's more, a nagging doubt kept bothering him.

'Why make a party?'

Sol would be a fool if he thought that this party was really for him. Even if he had to make his debut night, it should be the royal family or the church organizing it, not a noble.

'Perhaps he knows we might attack him tonight?'

This was another possible solution, but this begged the question, 'If he really knew about the attack, who might have informed him?'

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The Duke was once again standing in the upper room as he observed the noble dancing and cozying up with the prince.

It was then that a servant opened the door and entered boldly without introducing himself.

Loki didn't even bother turning around as he spoke, ”What brings you now? And when did you kill this servant?”

”Haha! Killing, such a big word. Let's just say that I graced him with a new beginning. Now then, let's not focus on useless things, and let's talk about the important matter… It's time to begin..”

The duke narrowed his eyes and turned to face his servant, or rather, the puppets that were now controlled by the necromancer.

He idly wondered how many of his servants were already dead? Not that it particularly mattered. After this night, he would enter the annals of history.

”Why now?”

”Nothing much,” The puppet shrugged as he continued, ”My boss is getting cranky. What's more, you are more or less ready, right? So let's accelerate.”

Loki nodded, he was indeed basically ready. ”Just let me ask you once again, are you sure I am able to kill the prince without suffering from divine wrath?”

The servant gave a hearty laugh, ”Of course you can, those shitty goddesses like their games you know? The rule is that one can neither kill nor overthrow the blessed king or queen of their race. But...He isn't a king as of now, right?”

Loki nodded, the rules set by the goddesses had many loopholes, or perhaps those loopholes were left intentionally. It was by using those loopholes that they could dominate King Neptune back then.

”Then, what about his core? Will getting it really allows me to siphon mana from the atmosphere like S rank creatures?”

”Kuh! Kuh! kuh! for this, I do not know. There are simply too few samples to give an accurate answer. But, the chances are high. So, why all those questions? Do you wish to give up now?”

”Give up? No, in reality, the result itself does not matter in my eyes.”

Saying so, he turned around and once again looked at all the nobles gathered in the hall.

Since the Gorfard were extremely influential and the invitee of honor was the crown prince, all the nobles present were people extremely important in the kingdom.

Some were ministers of war, some of finance, some had large farmable fields. Finally, even the sole and only prince was also present.

It wasn't a mistake to say that if anything happened to any of the people present here, the kingdom loss's would be immeasurable.

If they also lost the future king?

Lustburg would be doomed.

Just thinking of this, Drei, who was watching the Duke through his puppet, felt his non-existent heart pounding in his ribs.

'Hahaha! Soon, soon, this filthy kingdom will be destroyed. I have waited 600 years for this. Sister, they will all pay! First this kingdom, then the world, and finally...The Goddesses themselves.'

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[Vault of the Gorfard family]

Neun previously known as Mio, when she was still a servant of the royal family of Wratharis, frowned as she felt the semen seep out of her.

Ideally, she would have rather taken a bath, but because the moment was too good to pass, she had been forced to act and increase the usual dose of the incense Drei had given her.

The vault of the Gorfard family was very special.

In order to open it, a four steps recognition system was necessary. The first one being with blood, then a password known only to the heir and the leader of the family, followed by a full-body recognition to note the absence of wounds or accelerated heartbeat, finally a voice recognition.

Those four systems assured that it was basically impossible to kill or threaten the one who could open the door and it could only be done so willingly.