Chapter 290

Chapter 290

Crash! Bam!

The Nordic King, Lionbreath’s office, was turned upside down.

“Ack! Ingrid! It’s me, your father! I’m your father!”

“Give me that letter right now! Hand it over!”

“Ack!”

Ingrid viciously swung her sword at her own father, which proved how strong she had become.

“B-Blood! I’m bleeding! Do you really plan to kill your father right now?!”

“Hand that letter over if you value your life, Father!”

“Aaaaack!”

Lionbreath’s screams rang all the way out of his office, but the guards standing outside his office door didn’t even budge an inch.

“Yawn...”

One of the guards even yawned as if he had long gotten used to it.

“Here they go again.”

Another guard shook his head as if he was having a headache.

Six months had passed since Ingrid first asked Lionbreath for a duel, and she would come after him so often that the Nordic Warriors had long gotten to their quarrels that it was no longer a cause for concern to them.

There were even some rumors circulating among the Nordic Warriors that Ingrid was strong enough to kill Lionbreath and usurp the throne any time she wished, so she no longer needed her guards around her.

That was why...

“Hey! Fools! Your king is dying! Come in here and save me! I’m not paying you fools for nothing!” Lionbreath screamed at his guards. His voice sounded desperate, but none of the guards moved a single muscle.

Five minutes later...

“Kuheok...!” Lionbreath was groaning and twitching on the floor with a huge black eye and sword cuts all over him.

Ingrid would have been arrested for treason and banished as an unfilial daughter, but the Nordic Tribes placed greater importance on strength, so these kinds of fights between royalty were quite common.

“I-Ingrid... Do you really plan to kill your own father...?”

“You should have handed it over while I was being nice, Father.”

“Ugh...!”

“I need to see for myself what that letter is all about, and why you think I shouldn’t read it.”

Ingrid walked over and snatched the letter from Lionbreath’s hand. She started reading it. “To the respected King of the Nordic Warriors. How have you fared, Your Majesty? I wish to inform you that...”

Ingrid grimaced halfway. She froze for ten seconds before...

Rip!

She ripped the letter made out of the best quality parchment into shreds.

A shadow cast on her face as she muttered a single word, “M-Marriage...?”

“H-Hiiiik!” Lionbreath shrieked after seeing his daughter’s face that resembled a demon from hell.

“He’s getting married... He kept avoiding me just to stick it in that elf bitch...?”

“I-Ingrid! Calm down and listen to me first—”

“No.”

“Ingrid...”

“This marriage... I won’t accept it!” Ingrid exclaimed. She smiled sinisterly, and her eyes gleamed in a red light, making her seem as if she had gone mad.

***

Meanwhile, at a tavern in the Proatine Kingdom. A man wearing a hood over his face flashed a twisted smile after overhearing news of the joyous occasion.

“Marriage... You dare try to live happily ever after with the elf princess after trampling on my kingdom? Keke... Kekeke...!”

It seemed that the man was not delighted by the news spreading across the entire Proatine Kingdom.

“I’ll help you make this wedding a memorable one... A memorable red wedding...!”

The eyes of the man glimmered sinisterly underneath his hood.

***

The Genesis Guild was on the brink of ruin after the Constantine Civil War ended, and it turned out that the Civil War was not an opportunity to restore the guild to its former glory but to remove whatever life support it was on.

First off, the Genesis Guild’s guild master, Chae Hyung-Seok, had made a deal with a demon, which didn’t turn out that well. The mistake caused not only him but all of his guild members to not receive a single penny for their services in the civil war.

Both the papacy and the imperial faction distanced themselves from the Genesis Guild the moment word of their guild master striking a deal with a demon spread.

However, the biggest reason for their exclusion from any rewards or merits was that the current regent of the Constantine Holy Empire, the Saintess, Janette, was being supported and guaranteed by the Proatine Kingdom and Head Crusher Guild.

“Ah! That fucker is so useless!”

“Everything he did for the last few months was absolute shit!”

“What’s the point of busting my ass when this moron of a guild master always makes the wrong choices?”

“I didn’t get paid a single cent from this civil war because of him!”

“Ah, this guild is done.”

“Y-You little...!”

“I suggest you go on a trip to cool your head down, Your Majesty.”

“A trip?”

“We could send out invitation letters to everyone else, but we cannot possibly do that to the Kingdom’s Elder, right?”

“Heok!”

Siegfried’s face turned ghastly pale at the mention of the Kingdom’s Elder.

The Master.

Level 999 Hidden NPC.

He was the only person Siegfried feared and the only being who was invincible in BNW.

Having to break the news of his marriage to Deus was a daunting task for Siegfried.

Why?

Well, Deus could say something like...

‘You imbecile! I asked you to train, but you dare fool around with women?! Do you really think a piece of trash like you deserves to get married?!’

The mere thought of it sent chills down Siegfried’s spine.

He could die if he gave the news to Deus, or he could even get disowned as a disciple.

However, he had to invite Deus to the wedding.

‘What? You got married? But you actually did not invite your great master to the wedding?’

Siegfried was sure that Deus would react that way if he didn’t invite him to the wedding.

What if he sent an invitation letter instead to save himself from Deus’ wrath?

‘You insolent fool! You dare send a piece of paper to this great being?!’

Deus placed great importance on manners and respect, so he was definitely going to get torn into shreds a thousand times over if he were to do such a thing.

“Ah... I guess I have to go in person, right...?” Siegfried muttered.

“That goes without saying, Your Majesty,” Michele replied with a nod. He suddenly turned serious as he added, “Your Majesty is not the only one who will die if the elder-nim gets upset. All of Proatine will follow you to your demise should that happen.”

“Ugh...”

“Now, please be on your way now. We only have ten days before the wedding ceremony, so make sure you make haste, Your Majesty,” Michele said as he pointed at the Warp Gate.

“Hey, Michele...”

“Yes, Your Majesty?”

“Tell me honestly... You don’t like me, right?”

“Your Majesty only found out? It took you a while to notice that, Your Majesty.”

“...”

“Now, please stop spouting nonsense to your most loyal subject and be on your way. Then, goodbye,” Michele said with a bow before heading back to the castle.

Plop...!

A tear dropped from the corner of Siegfried’s eye.

***

A while later...

[Mount Kunlun: Residence of the Invincible]

A message popped up in front of Siegfried’s eyes after he arrived at a shabby shack.

“Oh! Welcome back, Young Master!”

The first to greet him was the Sword Emperor—Betelgeuse, no, Deus’ Slave, Blockhead.

“Have you been well, Young Master? Oh! I can sense that you’ve gotten a lot stronger!”

“Well, yes...”

It seemed that Blockhead could sense Siegfried’s strength as expected of a Master.

“But your expression looks dark... Why?” Blockhead asked while tilting his head.

“You’re here?” Deus came out from the hut.

“I greet my master,” Siegfried greeted Deus with the utmost respect.

“Please accept my bow first, Master,” he added before he raised his arms and was about to kneel on the ground.

“Wait,” Deus suddenly cut him off and asked, “What is wrong with your expression? You look like a pig being dragged to the slaughterhouse.”

“Huh...?”

“Don’t tell me a fool like you actually decided to get married?”

Badump!

Siegfried felt his heart drop to the ground as he froze on the spot.

‘O-Oh my god! He knows?!’