Chapter 109 Evil Sprite, Evilrite!

Whereas everyone was handling their own fair share of chaos problems, Evilrite was also having similar troubles. It was not as if only Kayden was the only one who was under the radar of all. But Evilrite was also having problem with the realm.

He wanted the heir of the queen as soon as possible because of was impossible for him to proceed with any kind of action. The people believed that whenever the heir of the former queen would arrive, the kingdom will know his or her presence and accept it.

The power of the worthy heir would be immense that the guarding spirits will recognise and guide him or her to seize the throne. And only after that someone else could claim the throne by defeating the current king or queen.

But what if the current ruler has a child? Will that prevent the claim of any second party?

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[Somewhere in the realm Beelzebelle]

On the other hand, back in the Beelzebelle, the realm which was once known for being true to its name; beautiful devils' home. The whole kingdom was now reduced to nothing, the darkness of Evilrite had engulfed everything.

A tall man with long pointy elf ears stood at the edge of a grassy cliff, below the cliff the whole area was covered by white smoke. Around him there were numerous such cliffs, which connected each other through small narrow bridges.

It was probably a breathtaking sight for any foreigner, above was clear white sky with white water flowing. The mysteriousness did not end with nobody knowing what was the source.

Beelzebelle was no different than a glimmering diamond, expensive yet attracted. Hence it was not a kingdom without any vile eye over it. The race was apparently peaceful but had traitors too.

'Who the hell opened the gate to the outer realm? There are not many people who have the power let alone who can access it.'

The precise theory shortened down the names in the list who could possibly be involved in the treachery.

Evilrite had already planted his men, the other sprites [elves = sprites] to find out the natives, who could have possibly helped them escape.

It all started a year ago when he attacked the realm and somehow cracked the defense system of Beelzebelle. And after that it took him six months to get the hold of the kingdom.

'I wonder where did both brats go? If the rebellion started then the rest of the people should have escaped too. Why nobody else left?'

Evilrite tried to put the things into two and two, but it did not add up to some reasonable conclusion.

The man had an unsettled storm in his head, considering he could not afford to let rebels loose. Evilrite had invested a lot of effort into conquering and imposing his authority over the people.

'What are they hiding? I'm definitely missing something here, something is still successfully hidden from my eyes.'

He stood there at the edge of the cliff where the wind occasionally blew strongly.

Behind him stood a luxurious castle which was left unscathed, because apparently there was no ruler to fight with. Hence his elven men did not demolish it, the fortress remained there soaring high in the sky as his new home.

'I have to keep this conquering news hidden from the outer world. If any other race knew that the kingdom is weakened and the former queen is killed, then swarms will arrive to takeover.

Evilrite was aware of the strength of his army, and if the other kingdoms joined hands to take him down; he would not last long. Hence he had to keep the invasion a secret from the outer nations.

'Until I find the power source of this kingdom, I can't risk anybody else escaping now.'

His concerns were valid however the intentions were malicious, the man silently stood there with his eyes darted in the distance.

The kingdom of Beelzebelle was a peculiar land, it consisted over numerous small floating islands. How they were up in the air, and what was beneath the white mist? Nobody knows!

Despite being a peculiar landmark the kingdom was rich in numerous elements. Beelzebelle had been the center of attention for its beauty and magic, combined with the blessing of truly magical nature.

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Meanwhile he was immersed into his own troubled thoughts, and a man walked up to him from behind.

"My lord!"

Another elf having similar shaded eyes dared to interrupt him.

Evilrite slowly turned around with his both hands tucked behind, he knew nobody held authority over him. And possibly no one could hurt him because it was simply impossible, after his transformation.

Nobody could comprehend how a mere general in the elven army rose to that level. It seemed that Evilrite got some treasure or found an influx of power out of nowhere.

"My lord, the sage who opened the portal, died. His disciples are just loyal stooges, nobody will open his mouth."

The informant paid his respect by bowing a little and filled his lord with the bad news.

A sudden gush of breeze passed while blowing his silver hair, and Evilrite raised his right arm up in the air. The informant stood silent there for a few minutes, until a sharp pain circulated in his body.

In no time blood began to ooze out of his every cell, the informant slumped on the grassy ground. Blood filled his eyes and rushed out of his nose, as he puked and fell like a shivering zombie.

"You are of no use to me now."

Evilrite was true to his name, an evil sprite without any empathy His nonchalant expressions did not change, the blood accumulated in a ball. It floated towards him and got absorbed in his chest.

"Hm. Now I have to find another way to eradicate those two threats!"

He groaned and walked over the dead body, the man did not bother to show any decency to the informant. And crushed his head by stepping foot on it, as Evilrite walked with his bloodied shoes the spots became blackened.