Chapter 133: Surrounding And Humiliating Mortimer

Chapter 133: Surrounding And Humiliating MortimerBaron Alistair Mortimer's eyes widened as figure after figure emerged from the massive portal that had just materialized in the courtyard, each individual radiating a potent aura.

The very air crackled with the energy of their presence, the sheer weight of their combined power suffocating.

Warriors clad in the unmistakable regalia of the Everhart family formed a formidable formation around Adrian.

Some wielded massive greatswords that crackled with lightning, others held staves that shimmered with arcane energy, while archers stood in the back with arrows notched, glowing faintly with an eerie light.

Following the elite forces came another unit, and this one was unlike anything Baron Mortimer had seen before.

Hulking figures with scales of polished crimson and eyes that glowed with a draconic intensity marched out, their mere presence sending shivers down the spines of Mortimer's men.

The Draconic Battalion—an elite force granted to Adrian by the system as a reward—stood behind him like an immovable wall of draconic might, each member's aura a testament to their terrifying strength.

Mortimer's confidence faltered, his face draining of color as the reality of his situation settled in. He had initially thought he was dealing with a mere skirmish, a small nuisance that could be eradicated swiftly.

Now, however, it was clear that he was the one surrounded, the tables having turned in an instant. What should have been a fight to capture or kill one man had transformed into a dire struggle for survival.

"Impossible," Mortimer muttered, his voice barely a whisper as his eyes darted frantically from soldier to soldier. "How… How is this possible? They—"

Adrian's mocking laughter interrupted him, cutting through the Baron's shock like a knife. "Surprised, Baron?" he asked, his voice dripping with scorn. "Did you really think I would be foolish enough to come to your territory alone, with no one but her?"

Mortimer's face contorted with rage, but a deep sense of dread lingered just beneath the surface. He took a step back, his gaze narrowing as the Everhart soldiers continued to pour out of the portal, surrounding his men on all sides.

Desperation clawed at his chest. He had managed to gather a handful of his elite commanders and the strongest warriors stationed within the castle's walls, but the majority of his forces were scattered across his vast territory, guarding key locations and patrolling strategic points.

The ones currently at the castle were nowhere near enough to counter what was now a full-scale invasion.

The worst part? The soldiers emerging from the portal were only the beginning.

As the last few people stepped through, the energy around the portal shifted once more. Mortimer watched in disbelief as a group of women walked out.

Each one radiated an aura that sent a chill down his spine. They were powerful—far more powerful than the elite forces that had come before them.

Two of the women had auras that matched his own strength. The oppressive force they exuded made the ground tremble beneath their feet, and even his seasoned commanders found themselves involuntarily stepping back. And the third…

Mortimer's heart skipped a beat. The third woman's aura dwarfed his own. Her presence was like a black hole, sucking in all the ambient mana and light around her, creating a void of overwhelming power.

Even with his vast experience, Mortimer could do nothing but stare, paralyzed by the realization that he had no hope of standing against her.

But the final arrivals made his blood boil with a fury he hadn't felt in decades.

Two more women emerged as the portal began to close, and Mortimer's gaze locked onto them instantly. One was a petite young girl with delicate features and a striking resemblance to—

"Eve…" he breathed, the word dripping with venomous anger. His daughter—the child he had broken, humiliated, and enslaved—now stood before him, her eyes wide and hopeful, filled with a light that he had crushed long ago.

How dare she look at him like that, as if she had escaped his grasp?

The second figure twisted his expression into one of pure hatred. It was the woman he had used to control his daughter, the one who had served as both a concubine and a tool to ensure Eve's submission.

The very sight of her standing there, no longer sick but beautiful as the day he bought her to be his concubine, sent him into a blind rage.

"You…" Mortimer's voice was a guttural snarl, his aura flaring violently as he realized the situation. "You insolent brat! You were that rat, the one who caused the chaos in my castle!"

Adrian's smirk widened as he took a leisurely step forward. "Haha...Guilty as charged, Baron. So, what are you going to do about it?"

The question was delivered so casually, with such a lack of concern, that Mortimer found himself trembling in fury.

He clenched his fists, the energy around him crackling with barely restrained power. "I'll—"

But Adrian cut him off, his eyes shifting to Eve as he beckoned her closer. "Eve, come here."

She hesitated for only a fraction of a second before rushing forward, her movements filled with a newfound grace and agility.

She came to a stop just in front of Adrian, looking up at him with a mixture of gratitude and tender love—something that made Mortimer's stomach twist with disgust.

And then, in one swift motion, Adrian cupped her cheek and leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, possessive kiss.

Eve's eyes widened in shock, but they soon fluttered shut as she melted into the kiss, her entire being leaning into Adrian's embrace.

The courtyard fell silent, every eye watching the display with a mixture of awe and disbelief. Mortimer's jaw dropped, his face turning a deep shade of purple as his mind struggled to process what was happening.

When Adrian finally pulled back, Eve was breathless, her cheeks flushed, her eyes sparkling with a happiness that Mortimer had never seen on her face.

She glanced back at her father, then turned to Adrian, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

"Adrian…" she murmured softly, her voice filled with a quiet reverence.

Adrian shifted his gaze back to Mortimer, whose expression had contorted into one of unadulterated hatred.

The Baron's teeth were bared, his fists clenched so tightly that blood began to drip from where his nails dug into his palms. Searᴄh the Nôvelƒire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"You… You bastard!" Mortimer roared, his voice trembling with barely contained fury. "How dare you—"

Adrian didn't reply to the Baron, he thought of something and then he shifted his appearance with a flash of mana, turning his face to look like that of the envoy, who had started it this path where Adrian was now—Darian, the envoy of Mortimer.

"Darian… You—!" Mortimer choked, stumbling back.

"That's right, Baron. I'm Darian, your envoy. And I have completed my mission Lord Baron." Adrian gestured grandly at the army that surrounded them, the Everhart soldiers closing in with deadly precision.

"I've brought the entire Everhart family to you as you commanded Lord Baron."