Chapter 531

Chapter 531

"Chief, this is our opportunity."

"How is he doing?"

"It wasn't hard to gather rumors. He's apparently planning a wedding."

"Hmm..."

A man dressed in black bowed his head.

The mature man with a thick beard was not someone who would usually bow to another. He was the king of a small eastern country, the kingdom of Boltis. That was his true identity. The fact that the king of a country would bow his head was proof enough that the man seated at the desk was no ordinary individual.

"I heard that you hold... a significant grudge against Prince Davey."

The mature man remained silent at this question. "A grudge... Yes, I harbor a tremendous grudge."

He spoke calmly, but there was a glint in his eyes.

"It's unfortunate how things have turned out. I understand your anger, Your Majesty."

"Thank you, Chief."

"There's no need for formality. I'm merely elected. Your presence is invaluable and of high importance to us."

"How can it be so?" The modest tone of King Boltis amused the Chief, who smiled lightly. "But, Chief, about that matter..."

"Oh, that?" The Chief's voice trailed off as he grinned.

"Now's the time. He underestimates our organization. Right after waking from his coma, he's been smoothly pushing through everything his way. Who knows what kind of providence he received."

King Boltis nodded in agreement. "Indeed. He's someone who's never faced failure in his life."

"And now he's becoming complacent, thinking we can't touch him..."

Knock, knock.

"Your Majesty, may I?"

At that moment, an elderly man in a black suit slowly walked into the previously silent office. He had been serving the king for the longest time, the Chief Steward of Boltis. The Chief Steward bowed slightly, and when he looked up, his eyes widened in shock. Instead of the king seated at his rightful place, a young man he didn't recognize was there, and the king he served was standing before the young man, as if he were a mere servant.

"I explicitly told you to let no one in."

"My, My King..."

"Leave, Chief Steward. I will severely reprimand you for this."

"But, Your Majesty! There's an urgent matter..."

However, the stern gaze of the king made the Chief Steward retreat. "I understand. I'll excuse myself now."

"Tsk." King Boltis clicked his tongue in annoyance. "I'll handle it."

"No need. There's no need for you to soil your hands. Besides, we were discussing something more important."

The king's eyes lit up at this. "Yes. My suggestion is to use this opportunity to assassinate him at the organization's assembly."

"If you think that way, then we must proceed."

"Of course, not everyone might agree. But I can't bear to see him breathe on this land any longer." The king's hand trembled.

"I still hear it. The tormented cries of my son, who died at his hands. 'Father, it's hot. Father, it hurts. Save me. My ears and head hurt so much.'"

"Don't worry. He will surely die by our hands, as he is our greatest obstacle. The method to kill him is almost complete."

A means to kill the saint. Its implications were vast. What could it be? King Boltis was curious but held his tongue, listening to the Chief's next words.

"However... it might be good to reconsider before suggesting this at the organization's assembly." His tone was soothing, as if trying to calm and persuade.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Do you think he's belittling us and suddenly acting this way?"

"You mean..."

"As you are aware, we are a clandestine organization. We cannot afford to let information slip through carelessly. In this instance, he won't be able to easily eliminate our members."

At these words, the king's eyes widened. "So, you're implying... Davey..."

"He's attempting to undermine us. Ha. Truly a formidable man. He's used himself as bait and has already set multiple layers of traps."

"I see. Currently, we have no grounds to deal with our members. But if we expose ourselves..."

He could announce this fact to the entire continent, turning everyone into his allies.

"He is malevolent. Not only is his strength overwhelming, but the strategies in his mind are truly astonishing."

"Davey."

"Hmm?"

"If you're with me, you might not have the opportunity to have a child."

"Do I look like I care?"

To Davey, having a child or not did not matter. Davey wished for the life he could have led, not the traces he had left behind.

"Living without regrets until the day I die is my goal."

"Promise me something." Perserque looked up at him. "If you care about me, do not discard the precious bonds you've formed."

His expression darkened at her words. "Do you know how my mother passed?"

The primary reason for his mother's death was quite simple: jealousy from a woman, unrelated to any political issues. That very same jealousy that shaped Davey's present and past.

"I can't give you a child. Hence, I don't intend to monopolize you alone," she murmured, clutching his collar and bringing her face close to his. "Main wives, secondary wives, concubines; they don't matter to me. I just wish someone else could provide what I can't for you."

A particular light glimmered in her red eyes as she said, "Now, all I desire is your happiness. The challenges you face along the way are for me to tackle, not for you to stress over."

"..."

"Can you promise?"

"Not right now, at least."

Regardless of Perserque’s determination, Davey did not immediately answer.

"Well, I'm not devoid of jealousy either. So, one or at most two. I'll allow that," she said, chuckling as she released him and walked past.

"Two?" he thought, "That's a pointed remark."

In another sense, it was a sharp retort: a warning not to indulge further in such dalliances.

"This is too much for you..." She gazed lovingly at a gold ring she wore, which had seemingly appeared from nowhere. The ring was small, but it bore intricate craftsmanship, resembling a smile.

"I've never seen such a lively ring in my life. What's its meaning?"

"Sacrifice, peace, and rest."

"Ensure the sacrifice isn't only by you."

She passed by him with a radiant smile, commenting, "It seems King Krianes is looking for you."

Upon her remark, he noticed a knight in full regalia bowing with a nervous expression.

"What's the matter?"

"I'm here to see you. His Majesty has... issued an order."

"An order?"

Considering he had just been observing until now, what could he want?

At Davey's question, the knight respectfully lowered his head and extended a written decree. The issue was that the decree was not meant for Davey.

"When I was at the Heins domain, I was told you'd be here..." The young knight, face reddened, averted his gaze.

"For her?"

"Yes... for Lady Perserque."

With trembling hands, the knight offered the decree, and Perserque cautiously unfolded it.

Its content was straightforward: In the name of the king, he acknowledged her status as the Holy Consort. She was invited to attend the upcoming birthday banquet of the number one concubine and grace them with her presence.

Perhaps the decision was made knowing that if sent directly to him, it would be refused without even reaching her.

Davey clicked his tongue in annoyance, his face contorted with irritation. "What a sly old fox."

"Davey, what do you mean by 'sly old fox' concerning your parents?"

"Don't go, Perserque. Do you know how wicked the nobles are?"

At his words, she giggled. "Wicked? Sorry to break it to you, but when it comes to understanding the nature of the nobles, I'm more knowledgeable than you."

Hearing her words, Davey exclaimed in realization. After all, she had indeed existed alongside them. "The naive ones will be seething with jealousy."

"Jealous? Hehe, considering these children know who you are, I doubt they'd be that naive."

Would such an incident really occur now, as she suggested? He thought not; surely it would not. But, behold, nothing's ever absolute.

BANG!!!

"How dare a commoner like you...!"