Crownless Reincarnation: New World? Nah I'd win-Chapter 132: Aftermath [1]

[Vyavan Estate, Capital City.]

"Urgh, what a pain."

Akamir groaned, rubbing his shoulder as he sat on his bed.

It’s been four hours since he had gotten out of the Core Dungeon.

After Inara informed him about King Aldirc’s condition, he told the academic staff about what happened in the Dungeon.

’I think a lot of people died.’

Akamir thought, massaging his shoulder as he leaned on the bed.

’Still, Aldirc kept his condition a secret for a long time.’

The poison that Lucien gave to his father was meant to act late.

It was supposed to slowly chip away all his power in just a few months.

’With him out of the picture, the struggle for the throne starts in earnest.’

Aldirc would lose his core completely in just a few days.

And the moment he lost his core his life would also slip away from him.

...His death was inevitable.

Akamir let out a sigh as he remembered Inara.

The girl though still determined couldn’t help but feel sad for her father’s death.

’I did warn her about his death.’

He exhaled through his nose.

Inara had taken the news better than expected.

The old king may have been stubborn, but he wasn’t a fool.

He knew exactly what he was doing, hiding his condition, waiting until the last moment.

Maybe to avoid chaos or maybe to see which of his children had the spine to stand tall.

’Or maybe he just didn’t want to look weak... even to his own blood.’

Whatever the reason may be, Akamir really wanted to see what face he would make when he tells him it was his son who poisoned him.

’Well, we will see about that.’

Akamir sighed as he summoned his crown.

A soft crimson glow filled his room as he closed his eyes.

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Akamir thought in his mind, trying to form a connection with the judge of apathy.

There was a silence before she enthusiastically replied.

"My Lord?"

Akamir strengthened the mental connection with her.

"How are things going with you and the others." He asked, his voice low. "Especially with Elore."

"Everything is going as you planned my lord." She replied, keeping her voice respectful.

"Elore has already informed the church about the Bloodhound Omen’s attack."

"....Hmm, the others?" Akamir asked, tapping his head on the bedframe. "Are you ready?"

"Like you asked, a few mimickers have already infiltrated the army." She replied. "They have taken the place of the corrupt leaders."

"What about Elene?" Akamir asked about the martyr of Obsession. "How is she doing?"

"She has already taken over most of the information network my lord." Mira replied, a sense of envy in her voice. "She did her job better than expected."

Akamir remained quiet for a few minutes, not speaking anything.

"Tell every mimicker to gather in the capital in two days." Akamir said, opening his eyes. "We are taking over the kingdom."

Mira’s voice grew more serious. "As you wish my lord."

"My lord..."

Akamir frowned slightly at the hesitation in her voice.

"What is it?"

"Elene found something important," Mira said carefully. "There is an elf that moves along with Lucien, we found his identity."

’How did she even find him?’ Akamir wondered in confusion. ’I mean, I know she is capable but damn.’

He then asked. "Who is he?"

"Caldron, he is the younger brother of the current royal advisor of the elves."

"...."

Akamir leaned further on the bed as he remembered the man.

Lewin Anthris Faelor.

A high elf of the Faelor family.

’It’s the guy who speaks on behalf of the queen.’

Akamir hasn’t met with the man but he has a general idea of his condition.

’He is the prison guard and the empress is the prisoner.’

That’s how Akamir sums them up.

There is no one else who can speak on the empress’ behalf except him.

’It’s weird.’

Why is the younger brother of such a guy here?

"Mira." Akamir said slowly. "How strong is Caldron?"

The judge of apathy remained silent for a while.

"...Mira."

"His last recorded core was blue core." She replied slowly. "That was twenty years ago."

"...."

Akamir stopped tapping his head on the bedframe.

"He should be stronger now." Mira continued. "Perhaps purple core."

"...And what is such a being doing with Lucien?" Akamir wondered aloud, calm as ever.

"We don’t know yet." She replied. "But if I had to guess then... He is trying to use him as a shadow prince."

Akamir chuckled at her words. ’Oh, Lucien.’

In the end the boy just killed his own sovereignty by his own hands.

’He is going to be a puppet one way or another.’

Still Akamir’s mood shifted only a second later.

’Now, this is a problem.’

How is he supposed to kill a purple Core?

Is that even possible for the current him?

Akamir had no way of knowing it.

"Are we still going with the plans?" Mira asked, her voice low. "Or should I...."

"No." Akamir said, opening his eyes. "Nothing has changed, tell those mimickers to come to the capital city."

"As you wish my Lord."

Akamir willed for his crown to dematerialize as he noticed a motion outside his room.

A soft knock came at the door.

Akamir straightened.

"Come in."

The door creaked open and a familiar figure stepped in—Zia, holding a folded bedsheet.

She blinked at him. "You are still not asleep?"

Akamir shook his head as he looked out of the window.

"Inara called me after midnight." He said, his voice soft. "I will visit her in a few minutes."

Zia stepped in, closing the door behind her with a quiet click.

She placed the sheet on the table and gave him a look. "You need rest."

"I’ll get some," Akamir muttered, brushing his hand through his hair. "After I’m done with everything else."

Zia didn’t press the matter. She walked over and pulled the curtain aside, letting in the faint glow of moonlight.

For a few moments, neither of them said anything.

"Duke Darvin’s condition isn’t any good." She said, glancing at him. "He has been sick for a long while."

Akamir looked at her and gave a faint nod.

’Lucien did poison him as well.’

He felt pity for Asher’s father.

The man who was filled with ambition and desire for the throne was quietly taken out.

He would have never thought that’s how he was going to end.

Zia’s voice was softer now, like she didn’t want to admit it out loud. "He’s barely able to stand these days. Doesn’t even recognize people half the time."

Akamir leaned his head back against the bedframe, eyes half-lidded. "He was poisoned?"

"Did you do it?" She asked. "Or—."

"Lucien did it." Akamir said. "He was aware about his ambition for the throne."

"...I see." She whispered, looking deeply at him. "You don’t seem to care about his condition... isn’t he your father?"

Akamir chuckled softly, glancing at her. "Is he now?" he asked. "Something tells me, he isn’t."

Zia looked at him for a long moment, unsure if he was joking or not.

"You never told me you doubted it," she said.

Akamir shrugged. "I never believed it to begin with. I don’t even know who my damn mother is."

Zia didn’t say anything else as she turned around. "I see."

Akamir wasted no time as he stood up from his bed. "I will come back late."

"Take care." She whispered softly. "And please meet Duke Darvin tomorrow."

Akamir shrugged. "Sure."

He opened the door as he walked out, moving towards the academy.

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