As the eighty special forces members advanced towards the royal palace, monsters within the capital began to gather. Neither the soldiers loyal to the Crown Prince, corrupted by magi, nor the ordinary monsters could withstand their assault. Yet, among them, some displayed exceptional skill. Ian, eager to end the life of the detestable prince, confronted them head-on.
"There's... nothing here."
After breaking through the monsters' encirclement and finally stepping foot into the royal palace, the monsters noticeably vanished. The eighty special forces members dispersed throughout the grand garden of the royal palace. A sinister magi swirled, shrouding the royal palace. Observing this, Ian immediately deduced that the Crown Prince was seated on the throne.
"So, he's just waiting after washing his neck?"
Ian smirked, no longer needing to wander in search of something. He murmured a joke, eliciting a chuckle from Daniel beside him. Ariella, however, regarded him with a stern expression. Ian returned her gaze, puzzled by her sudden change in demeanor.
"What's so serious?"<...
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