I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 735 - 459: ’Tragic Prince’ Sequel_2

Chapter 735 -459: ‘Tragic Prince’ Sequel_2

“I know… if it weren’t for you, all those present would likely have perished. With Yake defeated, Anlong United Kingdom would have become history, and we, the former rulers, would not have ended well… Now, I only wish for my family to live a peaceful life, and I am very grateful to you, Your Majesty Ibrayin.”

Ibrayin nodded slightly and, with hands clasped behind his back, turned around again.

“I will continue to uphold my promise to escort you to the capital of Beelzebub Kingdom, ‘Mostima’… But after that, you need not pray in my honored name anymore.”

Hearing Him reaffirm the promise, King Tiha Moyier knew His Majesty Ibrayin was establishing a boundary, but he also understood that he had no bargaining chips to retain him, so he nodded in resignation.

However, after a few seconds of contemplation, he made one final request to His Majesty the Saint:

“Your Majesty, I would like to implore you for one last thing.”

“Speak.”

Ibrayin said, not turning back.

King Tiha Moyier looked around at his family members before speaking to Him:

“The Rose Royal Family never regarded us as allies; they merely used us… I fear that going to Beelzebub Kingdom will not only prevent us from living the life we desire, but also bring endless troubles… Therefore, I wish to change our destination, please escort us to Byron Kingdom.”

Tiha showed a bitter smile.

“Once there, we will find a secluded corner to spend the rest of our lives.”

Ibrayin listened in silence, then strode forward, his figure gradually fading into twinkling starlight, and at the same time, His voice arrived:

“It is possible.”

Hearing the consent of His Majesty the Saint, King Tiha exhaled deeply.

Although he felt physically and mentally exhausted, he nevertheless gathered his energy, called everyone to pack up their luggage, and set out again as if he had forgotten all that had just happened, especially not mentioning a word about the five members of the Royal Family who had been taken away.

Sitting back in his private carriage, Tiha took a swig of strong liquor and silently pulled out a red letter… it was an alliance letter sent from Beelzebub Kingdom on the eve of the war, written by a Duke named “Hodgson Field.”

The letter was filled with promises and flattery, now seen as nothing but lies and mockery. Unable to contain his Wrath any longer, King Tiha Moyier tore the red letter into shreds. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

“Damn Roses! You all deserve to die!”

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Far in the territory of Beelzebub Kingdom.

The capital, Mostima.

Within a grand gothic mansion, amid the gloomy high walls, a black-haired man dressed in dark red satin formal wear with a sapphire-blue vest was bent over writing something on the third floor’s window-side room.

Knock, knock.

The door was tapped twice.

A maid’s voice came from outside:

“Duke Hodgson, it is time for dinner, the cook has made your favorite red wine-smoked steak as you instructed, and the pre-dinner fruit is fresh Purple grapes.”

The man stopped his pen, looked up towards the door, and replied softly:

“Alright, I know. Tell Stephanie to take the children and wait for me in the dining room, I will be down shortly.”

“Yes, Your Grace.”

The maid responded, then her footsteps gradually faded away.

The man continued writing, the pen scratching over the parchment, making a rustling sound, leaving behind a series of elegant black and blue script.

A moment later.

The Duke stopped writing and nodded in satisfaction.

He first looked at the several letters beside his hand, tapping them with his finger, and chuckled to himself:

“The Western War must be ending soon…”

On these letters, the recipients varied, but the ending surname was “Field,” a surname of the Rose Royal Family… one of them was even to the Rose King Mansfield.

The Duke leisurely placed the newly written letter into a blank envelope and, picking up his pen, he inscribed two words on it—

Last will.

“Hodgson Field, Royal Duke of the Rose Royal Family, fervent Believer of the Flesh True God ‘Lady Rose’, a faithful proponent of the war faction… for colluding with the Royal Family to support Anlong United Kingdom during the war, aiming to take advantage of the conflict to snatch people away for private sacrificial rituals which were then exposed… In the end, he committed suicide out of fear of his crimes in his own mansion.”

The Duke muttered, smiling even more broadly.

“Quite the script, isn’t it?”

He placed his will on top of the stack of letters and immediately capped the black steel pen.

Reclining in an expensive leather chair, he took out another book from the drawer and leisurely began to read, humming a cheerful tune to himself.

“…The beloved child of the warm Sun, Prince Dazlert, had never felt so-called fatherly love from birth, not even knowing who his mother was. His elder brother was exiled, his sister’s indifference always left the poor Sun Prince feeling lonely. He wanted to do something grand, something that wouldn’t pale in comparison to what his elder brother had done, to alleviate his father’s worries, catch his father’s eye, and make his father proud. Unfortunately, it was the spark of tragedy…”

The Duke read the story content softly, seeming to find it amusing, occasionally stopping to savor the words.

Eventually, he slowly closed the book.

The title on the cover was revealed—

The Tragic Prince: Brothers and Brothers.

“The sequels to all the stories in this world almost always get stamped with a ‘failure’ label, but I beg to differ… These two stories complement and reflect each other, both are indispensable.”

Duke Hodgson expressed his opinion and casually returned the book to the drawer.

Another book titled The Tragic Prince was inside, seemingly part of the series he held. However, when he stacked the two books together, they vanished into thin air.

The Duke swiveled his chair to face the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him.

The night sky had slowly risen to reveal the Purple Moon.

“Hodgson’s destiny was usurped by me, which turned out to be a useful identity, but pity… the stage over at the Empire can’t go without me as the host.”

The Duke shook his head.

“The stage is set, the script is written, and opportunely, I’ve also delivered a gift of growth to my beloved lead… Jack, the Western War should have you ready for the finale. I’m also waiting for your grand entrance.”

As he spoke, he took out a fine revolver and, without hesitation, pointed it at his temple and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

A crisp gunshot cut through the night.

Shortly thereafter.

Hurried footsteps, accompanied by the loud crash of the door breaking open, filled the entire villa with shrill screams.

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Several days later.

The Anlong United Kingdom announced its complete surrender, and thus, the two-month-long Western War ended in a sweeping victory for the Empire.

Chen Lun followed a portion of the Imperial Army returning from the battlefield.

Passing through the territory that once belonged to the Duchy of Yake, one could intermittently see the Empire’s convoys and numerous well-dressed gentlemen.

Seeing this, Chen Lun knew that in a very short period, every inch of the Anlong United Kingdom would be “tamed” by the Empire… Those powerful and wealthy from Tresor would use their smarts and influential Strength to develop this place into a new “Gold Rush” territory.

In time, whether good or bad for the original inhabitants of Anlong, at least it would bring them up a notch in infrastructure and technological level.

After returning to the Empire Border, Chen Lun parted ways with the Imperial Army troops.

HIs participation in the war left his subordinates tired, and he planned to rest here for a while before finding time to return to the Royal City. In addition, Chen Lun had another purpose, which was to take the opportunity to conduct a little experiment here…

In an inn of Wasteland State City,

Chen Lun allowed his subordinates free activity while he himself reclined on the sofa in the bedroom, covertly operating the panel, issuing a “small task” to the players.

The mission title: Operation Woodpecker.

The goal was simple: to search for extraordinary forces within Wasteland State City; any on the wanted list were to be eliminated on sight. The objective was to carry out a series of execution actions, aiming to eradicate the “termites” of the Empire.

He had their backs from the shadows.

The local Shelter and Church dared not interfere at will.

As for the task rewards, it was the basic trifecta of “Experience Points,” “Gold Pounds,” and “Contribution Degree”—not much but enough to pique the players’ interest.

The reason Chen Lun issued such a task was not that he was overwhelmed by a sense of justice to eliminate pests for the Empire… The real motive was to see if he could share in the players’ kill rewards as he did on the battlefield.

‘If so, my leveling speed could reach new heights!’ Chen Lun thought with great anticipation.