Chapter 78 Initiating The Inheritance War! 1

Evan's eyes remained riveted to the semi-transparent screen, unwilling to tear his gaze away for even a moment.

Suddenly, the screen flickered to life, and more words materialized before him. The letters appeared to hover weightlessly in the air, almost as if they were alive and calling out to him.

His heart began to race with excitement as he read the new message.

The power was called Voidblade.

It granted him the ability to imbue his sword with a void-like space for an entire minute. Every attack he would make with this power would instantly cut through anything it came into contact with, even other supernatural abilities.

Of course, as with any great power, there was a catch.

pαndα,noνɐ1,сoМ The cost was astronomical - a whopping 500 units of soul energy, regardless of the type.

However, despite the absurd cost, Evan couldn't help but feel that this new ability was a game-changer.

...

In the dimly lit hallway of the grandiose mansion, Seraphine, hidden as a eunuch, hastened her steps towards Evan's room.

The intoxicating aroma of polished wood mixed with subtle hints of jasmine filled the air, as if the mansion was a world of its own.

Seraphine's heart raced as she lightly knocked on the door.

The door creaked open, revealing Evan, the crown prince of the clan, lounging on a plush sofa, holding a glass of crimson wine. His legs were crossed, and he exuded an air of nonchalant elegance, savoring every sip of the forbidden drink.

Seraphine sensed a newfound freedom emanating from him, a freedom that came with the awakening ceremony. She couldn't help but admire the prince's confidence, despite her misgivings and the growing danger that surrounded him.

"Come in," he commanded as he spared her a glance.

"En."

She gracefully entered the room with sensual movements, her hips swaying in a seductive dance. She knelt before him, her head bowed in respect.

"What news have you brough for me?" Evan's voice was low and steady, revealing no hint of his emotions.

Seraphine felt a tinge of apprehension in his presence. It was as though the man before him was a brewing storm, powerful and unpredictable. The other members of the clan were busy causing trouble for him, but little did they know that he was the very embodiment of trouble itself

"Your Highness," she said to him urgently, "the ministers and officials of the clan have joined forces to petition against you in the Imperial Frost Court."

She hoped she wasn't too late with this critical information. He had entrusted her with the task of keeping him informed of all the news in the clan, and she had accepted it to demonstrate her loyalty, even though her heart wasn't truly in it.

Honestly, it was her burning desire to uncover the truth about his brother's fate that drove her to seek closeness with him. He was the one with the highest likelihood of possessing the answers she so desperately sought.

Evan rose from his seat, his expression inscrutable. His dark imperial cloak, lined with intricate gold threads, billowed behind him like the wings of a fearsome black dragon poised for battle. Seraphine remained silent, studying Evan's every move with a solemn expression.

"Trouble was bound to come, but I didn't think it would be this soon," he remarked calmly, a hint of annoyance glinting in his eyes. "Their foolishness is putting a damper on my fun. I can't even savor my first drink in peace. They need to be taught a lesson. I'll attend today's court session and put an end to their schemes."

'Where does his unwavering confidence comes from?'

Seraphine couldn't help but wonder where his unwavering confidence came from. He exuded the aura of a man for whom victory was not a question, but a foregone conclusion. It was as if everything that was happening was happening according to his plans, and he knew exactly how to handle it all.

"Your Highness, they will attack you relentlessly if you enter the court. Are you confident you can come out on top?" she asked, raising her head and locking eyes with him.

Was she worring about him? Nah, it seemed more like she couldn't wait to see him fall into the pit of despair.

Evan met her gaze with a small, self-assured smile.

"The game was set long ago, and now all the chess pieces are in their rightful place. All that's left to secure victory is to make a bold move."

Evan had been waiting for this moment. The ministers and officials had foolishly underestimated him, and they were about to learn the hard way that he was not to be taken lightly!

Seraphine couldn't understand him.

She couldn't help but feel that the mystery surrounding him was growing thicker by the moment, leaving her wondering if she would ever truly understand the secrets he was hiding behind his mesmerizing façade.

Without another word, Evan left the mansion and headed towards the Imperial Frost Court.

The grand and imposing hall of the court of the Imperial Frost Clan was a sight to behold. Its walls were crafted from ice so thick that they seemed to emit a radiant blue glow in the light of the chandeliers that dangled from the ceiling, casting a surreal ambiance over the hall.

A throne stood proudly in the center, occupied by an incredibly attractive man. His piercing gaze lingered on the dogs that had come to bite the hands that fed them.

The air was icy and frigid, and the ground beneath the ministers and officials was slick with frost, yet none of them seemed to mind the cold. They were all gathered there for a far more pressing matter - the impeachment of Magnus, the Imperial Lord of Frost.

The reason behind this momentous decision was simple - Magnus intended to let his son remain in the capital planet of the Sun Moon Empire, and retain his position as the Crown Prince of Frost in the court of the Imperial Frost Clan, even though he had awakened a control-type soul plate.