Desire's Vessel: My Lewd Reincarnation-Chapter 34: The Cunning Agreement.

Zaja sighed heavily and crouched beside the Prince, "So... You basically want to get rid of Zaja. Right?"

"Who wouldn’t want to get rid of him? There isn’t a noble man in the House of Valthorne and the Royal Family that doesn’t want to rip out his throat and feast it to Three Headed Demon Dogs! But he is now a Throne Blessed and is untouchable." Egil replied banging his fist into his thigh.

The Throne Blessed was the highest court title, usually granted to the most meritoriously civil official and Palace attendants on their way to retirement. They all possessed enormous wealth mainly due to their salary and also political bonuses and in rare occasions military power.

As far as the Prince was concerned, Zaja had none of that and was just a good looking boy. But that title alone made it such that an attempt on his life was almost equal to an attempt on a member of the Royal Family’s life and that would be seen as high treason.

Now knowing that he couldn’t in anyway have the luxury to harm the man who robbed his hussy, the Prince boiled in raw frustration. Zaja sensed this intense emotion and smirked to himself.

"Prince Egil... Who are you?"

The scion raised a confused eyebrow in response before speaking. "Is that some kind of sick joke?"

"Who are you?" Zaja repeated.

"The... Crown Prince of this country. Prince of Ironforge Dominion and one of the brightest youth in Emberfall Citadel." Egil answered.

"And what does that make you?"

"The future..."

"Exactly!" Zaja said, flicking a finger at the forehead of the Prince.

"Things need to change around here, and even though you are not next in line for the throne, if your sister manages to not find a suitable groom for her, you’ll be in an even more secure position than your father was in his time... Because you have no brothers to fight for your position"

"I think you were born to be king! And no one should take your place just because they fucked your sister... You don’t have to wait for that to happen, till now you’ve lived under the illusion that so long as your father breathes your title bears no actual weight. But that thought process grossly underestimates your position in the high nobility’s heart".

"Especially the heads of the high aristocracy..."

"They have a deep and passionate light for you because they know you’re just like them. You do not have your father’s ambitions or the Queen Mother’s cunning. You just want to enjoy your privileges and abuse power without worry".

"So I think you should go ahead and do just that. Abuse your fucking power, show the higher ups that unlike your Dad, you align with their values and you are not their enemy. That you’re the King they want, the leader they desperately need." Zaja whispered, the boldness in his words making Egil go livid.

"I will add to it this way though... I am in no way telling you to kill your father. Just use your position to achieve your fucking goals. You keep the King and the Queen Mother out of the picture for the wedding ceremony, I on the other hand will help you from inside by making sure that Lady Elyria doesn’t attend the wedding as well..."

"... With those three behemoths out of the picture, how can a mere glorified servant like Zaja escape your ferocity."

"When you successfully slit his throat, you can use the grounds that Hillary was about to be with someone besides the King and chip in saying you should be her groom. There’s no way anyone will oppose this logic".

Zaja explained and whispered a plan in Egil’s ears, instantly making the Prince grin in excitement.

Barely did his visible excitement last for ten seconds did the scion’s eyes widened and his brows knitted on curiosity.

"Wait, why are you helping me Valthorne House Keeper, what’s in it for you?" He asked.

Zaja smiled simply, "Just don’t forget my contribution when you reach your top... My King".

The last statement seemed to rise something within Egil, causing his chest to swell with pride.

"My King... That has a nice ring to it." The scion said with a proud smile. "You must want something for your contribution House Keeper, tell me what it is you want..."

Egil was greatly captivated by the strangers offer, but he was convinced that he wouldn’t be doing all this for free.

"If you insist your highness... I want 50,000 Arcane Crystals and a certain abandoned political territory known as Kish." Zaja gave his price, turning Prince Egil’s face into an ugly grimace.

"That much wealth, land and title all to kill a powerless servant? What the hell! You might as well ask for Sunshine City, if you gain ownership of that territory you’d be titled Custodian of Kish!" Egil said in shock, unable to believe that Zaja’s greed was too massive.

"I risk having Elyria’s rage showering down on me, so I want to secure my future, and make sure you get what you want without causing a rift between you and your father, doesn’t the price feel reasonable?" Zaja asked with a radiant smile, and pulled out the credentials of the Valthorne Treasury, motioning for the Prince to make a transfer.

"You have a deal Valthorne House Keeper, I will give you the Arcane crystals first as an initial deposit and when I kill that fucking son of bitch, you will get the land and the title: Custodian of Kish." Egil said with a huge sigh.