After hearing what Ghule said, Scott Lin’s face turned red with rage. His eyes locked onto the head servant, Ghule. Without hesitation, Scott’s hand shot out, grabbing Ghule by the collar and lifting him into the air. The servant’s eyes widened with terror as his feet dangled helplessly off the ground.
“Master, please spare me! I’m just passing information! Please, master!” Ghule’s voice cracked with fear, his body trembling as he dangled from Scott’s grip.
Scott’s face contorted in anger, and with a snarl, he tossed Ghule to the ground like a discarded rag. The servant hit the floor with a thud, gasping for air, his body shuddering from the shock of nearly meeting death. Scott didn’t spare him another glance as he strode toward the inner chambers of the palace, his long strides echoing through the marble halls.
He didn’t stop until he reached the door of Madam Taylor’s room. Without waiting for permission, Scott barged in, his voice shaking with emotion. “Mother-in-law, is it true? Lily… she brought someone?”
Madam Taylor, calm and composed, slowly closed the book she had been reading. Her eyes lingered on Scott for a moment before she sighed and set the book aside. She could sense the boiling fury in his voice, but she remained unbothered.
“Why are you silent?” Scott demanded, stepping closer. “You gave me your word! How could you let this happen? Don’t you know how much I love Lily? You promised me she would be mine!”
Taylor raised a hand to silence him. “Calm yourself.” She picked up a glass of wine and handed it to him. “You’re acting like a child. Lily is still young. I cannot force her to marry you, not yet. Family rules dictate that the newcomer must first defeat you in combat.
You know this.”
Scott stared at the glass in his hand, his breath still uneven. The realization of the family rule hit him, and slowly, a smile began to tug at his lips. He nodded, feeling a weight lift from his shoulders. “You’re right, Mother-in-law. Forgive me for my outburst. I let my emotions flare up unnecessarily.”
“You should learn to control yourself. Lily is a strong-willed girl. She will come to her senses in time. You simply need to be patient.” Taylor said, her tone sharp but affectionate.
Scott lowered himself in front of her, nearly touching her feet in a gesture of respect. “Thank you, Mother-in-law. I promise I will wait. But I heard the man Lily brought is the same one who quarreled with Princess Chuli. He’s a troublemaker. How could you let him into the palace?”
Taylor, now seated comfortably in her swinging chair, motioned for Scott to fan her as she spoke. “My brother Ragnar will deal with it. I don’t involve myself in these matters. As for this man, whoever he is, let the rules decide his fate.” She said dismissively.
Her eyes then shifted to Scott, appraising him. “How are your preparations for the Trident Summit? It’s not far now.”
Scott’s face lit up with pride. “Hahaha! I’m ready, Mother-in-law. The Lin family has 200,000 Supreme Mages, all equipped with spirit weapons. I’m training them rigorously, and I’ve handpicked 30,000 of the best to accompany me into the battle. This time, the Lin family is destined to win.
After we claim victory, I’ll take Lily with me to the Spirit Realm.”
Taylor smiled warmly. “Good. I’ve always believed in you. The Trident Summit is crucial, not just for your family but for the alliance you seek with us. Victory will secure your place.”
After a bit more discussion, Scott finally left the Frost family’s capital, feeling more confident. But his thoughts barely lingered on the so-called troublemaker Lily had brought home. He was sure that Ragnar would handle the matter in no time.
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That same night, when the palace had quieted down and most of the relatives had retired, the towering figure of King Ragnar entered the palace. His face, though usually stern, carried a trace of amusement as he approached the palace’s entrance.
Upon seeing the imposing figure, Ghule, who had recovered from his earlier encounter with Scott, immediately snapped to attention. His back straightened, and he hurried to bow in front of Ragnar, his voice shaking with both fear and respect. “Your Majesty… King Ragnar, how may I serve you?”
Ragnar glanced down at Ghule, his eyes gleaming with something unreadable. “Tell me, where is Kent?” he asked, his voice deep but measured.
Ghule blinked in surprise. How did the king know the newcomer’s name? He swallowed nervously, unsure whether to ask or simply comply. “H-he is staying in the corner room, Your Majesty. Shall I take you there?”
“That won’t be necessary. Go about your duties.” Ragnar waved his hand dismissively.
With a respectful nod, Ghule pointed in the direction of the room, watching in awe as Ragnar made his way without hesitation.
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Inside the corner room, Kent sat cross-legged on the bed, deep in cultivation. His breathing was steady, and his body emitted a faint glow as his energy cycled through his body. The room, now spotless thanks to his earlier efforts, held a quiet, calming aura. But that calm was broken when Kent sensed the presence approaching his door.
The moment Ragnar stepped in, Kent’s eyes opened. His gaze met Ragnar’s, and for a brief moment, neither spoke.
“You’re quite the troublemaker, my nephew,” Ragnar finally said, his lips curving into a wide smile.
Kent’s eyes narrowed in surprise. He stood up from bed in one go. “You know?”
Ragnar chuckled. “Of course I know. You don’t need to look so shocked. I’m on your mother’s side. She asked me to watch over you, to make sure you’re settled here.”
Kent’s surprise shifted to curiosity. “Mother never mentioned you.”
Ragnar raised his arm and rolled up his sleeve, revealing a small fist-shaped symbol on his wrist. “I think you know what this symbol meant. She made sure I knew of your arrival.”
Kent’s gaze lingered on the symbol for a moment before he looked back at Ragnar. “So, you’re here to watch over me?”
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