Chapter 1727 Damn It All

Chapter 1727 Damn It All

BANG!

Prince Randal struck his fist against a table.

His expression was murderous.

His demeanor was grave.

They had just returned to one of their secret bases, transported by their Martial Masters. He gritted his teeth as he thought back to what happened.

Even at this very moment, it was difficult to conceive that what happened had actually genuinely happened.

He didn't understand.

How could something so outlandish happen?

He was unable to conceive of a possible chain of causality that could explain how this happened.

"What happened?" He turned to his Martial Masters sternly. "Why were we unable to kill him despite the numeric advantage?"

The Martial Masters grew severe. "The Voidreaper...he was incredibly dangerous. There's a decent chance that he would have been able to kill at least two of you before we could take him down."

His words stirred Princess Ranea as she turned towards them.

A glint of suspicion flashed in her eyes. "I have never heard of any circumstance where one Master is able to deter sixteen using assassination. It was literally sixteen to two. Couldn't you have split up and ganged up on them individually separately."

The Martial Masters shook his head. "With her stealth and speed, she would effortlessly weave past us and kill all of you. Or, Rui Quarrier himself would kill you while she keeps us busy. He may not be a Master, but after the shocking performance that he displayed, it is not inconceivable that he may be able to kill you in the briefest opportunity that presents itself."

She didn't respond to his words.

She was not qualified to dispute them.

Yet she was clearly unsatisfied by such an explanation.

Princess Raemina sat on the floor in the corner of the room, uncaring for her dignity as a royal princess.

She was shivering with rage.

It was beyond dire.

It was dooming.

They picked a fight with Rui Quarrier, and he proceeded to demolish all of them.

At this very moment, he could imprison them for life. Prince Randal had asked his Martial Masters if they could track him after they had left the warehouse, but the Master had informed him that he and the Voidreaper had disappeared.

It was game over.

There was nothing that could be done; now, they could only sit tight and hope that he wasn't a sadist at heart.

Because if he was, then they were in for a world of hurt.

Prince Randal gritted his teeth, clenching his fists as a glint of suspicion and resentment flashed in his eyes, flying around the room across the various Martial Masters in there.

He had indeed said he would take full responsibility, but now that the consequences of the actions were coming, he couldn't help but feel incredibly dubious and resentful about the choice that the Martial Masters made.

He, like Princess Ranea, was unqualified to question the evaluation of the circumstances from the Masters, but that did not mean he was convinced.

Yet he abstained from voicing out his compunctions.

This was no moment to isolate his protectors, whether sincere or not. However, he definitely needed to reconsider how much he could trust them to act in his best interests.

He got up, leaving the room wordlessly.

Now that their operation had crashed in a massive fiasco, he didn't have any more business with his three half-sisters. He didn't particularly enjoy their company either, and they were all fighting for the throne; thus, they were back to being enemies.

"Huff..." He heaved a grave sigh.

He was certain that his bid for the throne was dead. One of his lifelong dreams to ascend the throne and lead Kandria to glorious conquest had now probably died forever. He wanted to Kandria to become the sole hegemon over all of East Panama. He wanted to go down in history as a conquerer among conquerors.

Words couldn't begin to describe the hatred he felt for the fellow Kandrians who got in his way of delivering them glory.

He gritted his teeth. "Damn it."

"Damn it all."