Huuhaa, Huuhaa!
Monte swung his arm away and sprinted in the palace with all his might.
It was the first time he lost his composure running in the palace.
If he had a choice, he would never do it, but …
His Highness Svenson was dead!
He died in the hands of the Snake School Demon Hunters!
Until now, Monte still couldn't believe it. His mind was blank, all that was left in his mind was Aïtantin VI's order: bring the Snake School Demon Hunters to him!
With such an order, as A Close Official, Monte had to give it his all.
When he ran into the grand hall and saw the Snake School Demon Hunters confronting the secret agents of the royal court, Monte slightly heaved a breath of relief.
Thank goodness!
Thank goodness it wasn't the worst situation!
Monte couldn't help but feel a sense of relief in his heart.
However, when Monte saw Svenson's body on one side, the relief was blown away. What was left was his swollen temples and a suffocating feeling in his chest.
As if he was punched in the face, Monte's eyes were seeing stars, his body wobbling and he almost fell to the ground.
The situation before his eyes was already the worst!
What else could be worse than the situation before his eyes?
Perhaps …
His Majesty's death, right?
When the thought popped up in his mind, Monte quickly shook his head and discarded the disrespectful thought from his mind.
He then took a few quick breaths and looked at the Snake School Demon Hunter.
The Demon Hunter stood there with a calm face.
Behind the Demon Hunter, the servant and the guard were not far from him, especially the guard, who was looking at the secret agents and palace guards around him with a ferocious gaze.
It was obvious that as long as the Snake School Demon Hunter gave the order, the guard would rush up and start a massacre.
Of course, the servant was also included.
In fact, compared to the ferocious guard, Monte was more concerned about the servant.
The servant was holding two muskets in his hand.
It wasn't a common musket, but the muzzle of the gun was as big as a fist, similar to a hand cannon!
Damn it!
Where the hell did he hide the weapons?
Monte cursed in his heart.
Without a doubt, this was his dereliction of duty.
Before entering the palace, he had personally taken away their weapons and safeguarded them.
Now, a weapon that looked like a great killing machine was in the hands of Kieran … Monte couldn't help but smile bitterly when he thought about the punishment he might face.
Svenson was dead.
A group of people was destined to die.
He didn't want to be one of them.
So, he walked towards the confrontation crowd.
"Lord Corin, please calm down."
"Everyone, please calm down."
Monte shouted.
How could he not die?
Naturally, he would do his best to complete His Majesty's orders and obtain His Majesty's forgiveness!
As the king's vassal, no matter what his reputation was outside, at least Monte's words were quite intimidating. His appearance also made the palace guards and the king's secret agents, who were at daggers drawn, slightly heave a sigh of relief.
Although they were undoubtedly elites, they had never experienced something like this before.
An heir to the kingdom was killed in the palace!
Who would believe such a thing if it was spread out?
Others didn't believe it.
They didn't believe it either.
It could even be said that he was out of his wits.
All they could do was report it to the higher-ups.
Fortunately, Monte was here!
Everyone shifted their gaze to Monte.
Monte slightly nodded. The palace guards and secret agents quickly opened up a path for Monte, allowing him to walk to Kieran.
"My lord."
Monte greeted Kieran with a bitter smile.
Things were irreversible.
However, the basic manners must be maintained. It wasn't that Monte was rigid, he just didn't want to die.
If he couldn't obey the king's orders, he would die.
If he spoke rudely to the Snake School Demon Hunter, he would die as well. Monte knew how powerful the Demon Hunter was.
Death awaited him left and right, only by being careful could he survive.
For a moment, Monte felt very pitiful and helpless.
'If I don't die this time, I'll retire early.
Even if I have to go to Mozaar at the northern border, I don't want to stay here anymore. '
Somehow, after making up his mind, Monte seemed to calm down.
"His Majesty, I hope to see you and hear the reason from your own mouth."
Monte reported Monte's words honestly and respectfully.
At the same time, he started to think about what kind of reason should he use to force Monte to see Aïtantin VI.
Threats would not work.
Demon Hunters were never afraid of threats.
Then, all that was left was to gain sympathy.
Right away, Monte started to beg.
"My lord, please have pity …"
"Mm.
What? What did you say? "
Before Monte could finish, Kieran nodded. Monte was stunned, asking out of instinct.
"Lead the way."
Kieran said calmly.
"Okay, okay."
"Please follow me."
Monte didn't know why Kieran agreed so quickly, but he did know that the mission that he thought would be extremely difficult had been completed so easily.
Pol also didn't know why Kieran agreed.
However, he knew Kieran must have his reasons for doing so.
The Flaming Devil was definitely not a reckless person.
So, when Kieran stepped out, Pol followed right away.
Ash, of course, followed his boss and his comrades.
However, when the buff man from the border walked past the secret agents, he bared his teeth.
Ash was a simple man.
Because of his simplicity, he was able to tell who was up to no good and who was the bad guy.
It was this group of bastards who were hiding in the area with malicious intentions.
Then, when things got out of hand, they appeared out of nowhere.
Svenson's self-introduction told Ash that he was a prince and the heir to Aïtantin VI.
Now, he was killed by his big boss.
Aïtantin VI wanted to see his big boss.
He didn't think he was going there to exchange pleasantries.
What would happen next would be a huge battle.
The boss' gun could gain the upper hand with a show of strength. Then, he would have to snatch the weapon and kill everyone around him. The previous route couldn't be taken, there were too many people, so the only option was to go down the cliff?
It was rare for Ash to start thinking.
Then, the buff man's presence started to change.
His killer intents drove his killer aura.
The king's secret agents around him keenly sensed this change, and their gazes became extremely dangerous.
But at the next moment …
A chilling sensation froze their nerves.
The killer aura that was ten times, a hundred times denser than before descended.
It was like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
The smell of blood that assaulted their nostrils made the king's secret agents tense up. The kingdom's guards staggered back, and the attendants had already collapsed to the ground.
Everyone instinctively looked at the direction where the killer aura came from.
A back.
Dark and deep.
He didn't turn around.
Only the sound of footsteps could be heard.
That Snake School Demon Hunter!
Everyone froze on the spot.
Especially the royal guards and secret agents who thought they could take down the Snake School Demon Hunter with their advantage in numbers, they felt a chill in their hearts.
Presence wasn't everything.
But a powerful presence was enough to prove how powerful he was.
Especially …
The smell of blood that came from slaughtering everything!
Was this the power of a Demon Hunter?
Everyone stared at the figure as it disappeared into the distance.
Pol and Ash didn't fall behind.
However, Pol thought since he was Kieran's follower, he had to show his respect.
So, when he was about to leave the hall, he turned around, crossed his spears in front of his chest and bowed slightly.
It was considered etiquette.
It was popular among the nobles.
Ash saw the boss bow, so he had to respond as well.
Naturally, it wasn't the etiquette among the nobles, but the 'etiquette' that was popular at the border of Mozaar.
The buff man turned around, bared his white teeth, raised his left hand into a fist, and drew a line across his throat with his thumb.
After that, the buff man habitually showed a vicious smile before he followed the boss's footsteps, shoulder to shoulder.
One in front, two behind.
After the three figures disappeared, the hall was filled with the sound of exhalation.
It was the sound of someone's heart rising to their throat before they heaved a sigh of relief.
If it was a person, the sound wouldn't be loud.
But a group of people?
At least, Monte, who just walked out of the hall, heard it.
However, Monte pretended not to hear it.
Just like how he didn't notice the killing intent from the Snake School Demon Hunter, nor did he notice the 'etiquette' of his followers and guards.
All he needed to do was to bring the Snake School Demon Hunter to the small meeting room.
As for the rest?
It didn't matter to him.
It wasn't something he could control.
As for what happened after that?
He wouldn't think about it.
He was just a small fry who followed orders.
He didn't want to be involved in some 'revenge' operation.
That's right!
Revenge!
Monte had regained his composure, and after much thought, he was sure of one thing.
The Snake School Demon Hunter must have known about the Black Cataclysm and the dishonorable role that the Aïtantin Royal Family played, so he chose to take revenge.
Otherwise, why would he kill Prince Svenson?
Was he in a bad mood because he was interrupted during his meal?
The king's A Close Official couldn't help but tremble when he thought about what the Aïtantin Royal Family did and the consequences that the Demon Hunter had to bear.
Fight to the death!
Other than that, there was no other possibility.
Besides, it wasn't just the young Snake School Demon Hunter, his friends and teachers must have snuck into the Aïtantin Palace.
What was coming next would be a big battle!
Hope His Majesty is ready!
The thoughts in his mind hastened Monte's steps.
He felt like someone was watching him from the shadows.
He decided to play dead after he brought the Snake School Demon Hunter into the small meeting room.
As for leaving?
He didn't believe the Demon Hunter wasn't prepared.
Running away would only lead to faster death.
Finding an inconspicuous place to pretend to be dead was the best choice.
Monte almost cried when he thought about what would happen next. He was still thinking about bringing the wealth he had accumulated over the years to the border, but now, it seemed like running away would be the best option.
'My life is so bitter!'
Amid the agonizing wails in his heart, Monte brought the three of them to the entrance of the small council hall.
A group of fully armed royal guards were guarding the meeting room. When they saw Kieran and the others, their gazes were hostile.
It seemed like they had also received news of Svenson's death.
"His Majesty, you are alone.
"The other two stay here."
The leader of the royal guards said.
Pol gripped the hand cannon in his hand tightly. Ash was ready to go all out.
However, Kieran waved his hand.
"Stay here."
He said.
"As you command, my lord."
Borl bowed in greeting.
Ash followed suit and bowed.
The door to the small meeting room was pushed open.
As A Close Official, Monte stayed outside as well. Only Kieran went in.
Bang!
The door was slammed shut behind him.
All the royal guards were guarding outside.
They would never worry about their king's safety.
Or more precisely, in the whole palace and Aïtantin Castle, there was no place safer than the room behind them.
Even the God of War and Lady Calamity couldn't threaten a king in there!
Inside the small meeting room.
Aïtantin VI was sitting on the high back chair.
His bloodshot eyes were staring fiercely at Kieran as he walked in.
Kieran, on the other hand, didn't show fear or fear like the people he stared at. He was just calm.
As if …
He even had a sense of arrogance.
His expression infuriated Aïtantin VI.
"Are you showing off in front of me?
Are you trying to tell me that you Demon Hunters have seen through the truth?
Or do you really think Svenson's death will make me sad? "
Aïtantin VI roared.
It was just like what he said.
There wasn't any sadness on the king's face.
All he had was rage.
He didn't look like a father who lost his son.
"Use your smart brain and think, why am I like this?
Of course, you've thought of it.
Svenson isn't my own son.
"His appearance is just a shield that I use to block out some rumors."
If one is broken, I'll just raise another one. "
Aïtantin VI's tone turned calm. The rage was fading, but what was left wasn't calmness. It was the coldness and ridicule of a hunter facing his prey. He spoke again.
"But you only have one life."
For a fake that doesn't even exist, you threw your life away. Do you still think it's worth it?
Or do you think with your strength, you can leave safely? "
Aïtantin VI put up a finger.
Immediately, a layer of illusory light and shadow appeared around him like a glass cover, firmly protecting him within.
Then, pagans walked out from the light one after another.
Most of the pagans looked like humans, but their faces were ferocious and their limbs were twisted. The moment they appeared, they let out low growls that were filled with pain, rage, grudges, and killer intents.
But …
"Kneel."
As Aïtantin VI ordered, the pagans knelt down beside his feet.
"Strength? Or should I say, you people don't know what strength is.
I am the king, but I don't just rule over the commoners.
And these pagans!
This is the reason why Aïtantin exists!
This is the other reason why you Demon Hunters must die! "
Under the cover of the light, Aïtantin VI's voice was sonorous again.
"In terms of wisdom, you people are being toyed with in my palm.
In terms of strength, you people are not even worth mentioning.
So … "
"What gives you the guts to go against me?"
"What gives you the guts to confront me?"
"What gives you the guts to ruin my plans?"
Amidst the frenzied words, Edatine VI stood up, raised his arms up high and swung them with all his might.
The king didn't notice that his high-back chair was slowly changing shape.
From the shape of a chair, it turned into a man.
The man quietly reached out his right hand and easily pierced the king's chest.
Aïtantin VI's questions stopped abruptly.
He looked down at the hand that was holding his heart.
A low whisper entered his ears.
"Of course it is me."
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