482 Proclaimed Dead

--The Capital City, The Empire Of Terique--

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'Pah!'

A clear crisp sound echoed throughout a large throne room, quickly making the servants around jump in fright.

As for the guards, they stood very still while looking at the floor for fear of meeting their master's eyes.

Their master in question was none other than Nopline.

And at the moment, he was about to faint from extreme rage.

There were just so many things happening all at once, which made him feel like the entire world was targeting him for some unknown own reason.

First.... when he was previously on his way to the Capital to pick up his bride, someone actually dared to rescue his bride, her children, and her idiotic husband King Micheal.

Sure... he truly felt like the rescue mission could've been done by the missing crown prince.

But for now, he still needed to properly look into the matter, lest some new enemy had appeared again.

In addition, his bride and her family being rescueing, the entire palace estate had been trampled and nearly destroyed by raining attacks from the heavens.

It was like his rescuers knew that the heavens would stroke over the palace on that day.

And as if that was not enough, even after all of that..... he had just received word that none of the ships that were supposed to bring in slaves hadn't arrived yet.

And according to the scouts that went out around the shores of Terique..... they couldn't spot of their slave ships even at this moment.

Could they have met with tragedy while in their mission?

And if so, what were the chances that all fleets of ships would be attacked with no one returning back?

There was something fishy about this matter, nut Nopline couldn't really say that someone was scheming against him.

Because no one, other than the Captains in charge of each fleet... knew about the mission, until they were out.

So even if he was betrayed, it would have to be from those Captains.

When he thought about how his every move ended up in failure, he couldn't help but want to go to the temple and offer some sort of sacrifice to the heavens.

Was he cursed?

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Nopline panted heavily, after slapping the man before him hard.

"Elder Brother.... please quell your temper.

This man is just a messenger, and has nothing to do with the situation at hand." Said a woman with an alluring voice sitting on Nopline's right-hand side.

"Everyone.... leave!" Nopline commanded.

And soon, the entire hall became completely quiet.

He then passed the letter he had just received to his little sister Kamara, and quickly clenched his fists in rage.

"Baby sister..... it looks like our enemies really have it planned out for us this year."

"Hmhm... I agree with you entirely Elder brother.

He not only saved that idiot husband of mine, but also that scheming b**ch and her poverty-stricken children.

And now, how dare he disrupt your plans so much?

Brother... what are we going to do now?" Kamara said heatedly.

With no news about the slave ships, wouldn't they be at a disadvantage when they went for battle?

"It's true that this move has indeed affected my plans..... but it has only reduced my military presence by 20% at most."

"So we can still go for battle?"

"Of course! 

You're still forgetting that I have a massive number of fleets under my control.

The only reason why I wanted to get more slaves..... was so that I could use them as front line fighters during the Navy war.

They were supposed to be the first ones to attack those Baymardian ships first.

That was my plan.

But now that there's no news about those slave ships.... then we can only assume that my men had failed their mission."

"But brother..... I've heard that the Baymardian ships are really strong..... so how would we be able to take them down?" Kamara said a little fearfully.

She had heard about the might of Baymard and knew that these people were not to be trifled with.

Everyone spoke about their experience on those Baymardian ships.

So how could she feel at ease with this Navy war?

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Looking at his cute little sister, Nopline couldn't help but pat her head a little.

"Little sister relax.

From what I hear, those were built to be extremely tall..... so as to keep enemies from swinging in, looting the people on board and attacking the visitors on board.

So with that, you can also see how advantageous the situation is."

"What do you mean brother?"

"To put it simply, since the men can't swing from one ship to another..... the only option those Baymardians will have if they want to fight us, is to let us on their shores for battle.

Currently, from our previous report... we have more knights than they do, so we will definitely win the battle.

As for that waste husband of yours..... begore his escape, were you feeding that poison to him as I suggested."

"Yes, brother," Kamara replied obediently.

"If that's the case, then he should be dead by now.

So now, it's time to move to the next phase of our plans.

Find someone who has his exact height and figure..... and burn the person beyond recognition.

From there, we will announce his death, and you will morn him for 2 months."

"But brother..... what about the crown prince?"

"That's easy.

Place the blame on him.

Say that he was angry that his father chose Lecter as Terique's ruler.

With 'Wanted portraits' of him everywhere.... we will be sure to catch him, just in case he tried to make his way back to the palace for revenge."

Kamara smiled while listening to Nopline.

Finally, she would get rid of her identity as that bastard's wife.

Now, she could someday marry her one and only true love, who was also Lecter's real father as well.

She smiled arrogantly when she thought about the fact that Micheal"s poison was incurable.

Hehehhe.... the old fool, should've probably died with so much hatred for her.

But what did the thoughts of the dead have to do with the living?

For her, Micheal was no more..... While she on the other hand, was now ruling the entire empire alongside her son and brother.

Now, it was her time to shine!!!