“Stop!” King Ragnar’s voice boomed as he ran towards Kent. “There is still time, Kent! The Trident Summit… don’t forget about it.”
For a moment, Kent’s glowing lion eyes locked with Ragnar’s.
“Stop now, Kent. We can still manage this. She is not worth killing now.”
Kent’s gaze flickered between Ragnar and Queen Soya.
Queen Soya, sensing the shift, collapsed to her knees, her body trembling violently as tears streamed down her face. “Please!” she sobbed, her voice choked with fear. “Spare me… I beg of you… I’ll do anything! Please, don’t kill me!”
As Kent stared down at her, disgust welled up in his chest. His lips curled into a sneer, and he spat on the ground in front of her, the sound sharp and disdainful.
“Pathetic,” Kent muttered, his voice dripping with contempt. “You’re not even worth killing.”
The queen’s eyes widened, and for a brief moment, hope flickered in her gaze.
Slowly, the golden sheen of Kent’s lion form faded, his human features reemerging. His muscles relaxed, though his fists still clenched tightly. He turned to Ragnar, his chest still heaving from the raze.
Just as Kent transformed back into his human form, the doors of the musical hall burst open. Hundreds of royal wizards, clad in armor and wielding glowing spears, stormed inside. Their leader, a grizzled old mage with a commanding presence, pointed his staff at Kent.
Queen Soya, who had been sobbing only moments before, sprang to her feet, a twisted smile spreading across her face.
A long time ago, She had activated the ring on her finger—the signal to summon the royal guards. Now, they were here, and her confidence returned.
“Save me from this beast! Save me!” she shrieked, her voice filled with hysteria as she stumbled backward, putting as much distance between herself and Kent as possible.
The wizards moved in a coordinated fashion, surrounding Kent in a tight circle, their spears aimed at his heart.
“Arrest him!” Queen Soya commanded. “I want this bastard to regret what he did. Throw him in the Torture Room. I want him out of my sight! Do not let him escape!”
Without hesitation, the wizards obeyed. Magical threads, glowing with a pale light, wrapped around Kent’s wrists, binding his hands together. They grabbed him by the shoulders, dragging him toward the exit of the hall.
Kent offered no resistance, though his eyes burned with barely suppressed rage.
As the royal wizards dragged Kent out of the hall, Queen Soya let out a long, shaky breath.
Finally, she could breathe again, feeling the sweet relief of survival after coming so close to death. Her eyes shifted to the fallen bodies of King Hoon Doom and Princess Chuli. For a moment, she hesitated, unsure how to process the carnage that had unfolded before her.
King Ragnar, standing off to the side, stared at the gruesome scene before him. His face twitched with unease.
King Hoon Doom’s head lay severed from his body, and the once-boastful Princess Chuli was now nothing more than a mangled corpse. The Trap Masters had suffered similarly brutal fates, their bodies twisted and broken.
Queen Soya turned to Ragnar, her voice shaky but filled with anger. “Ragnar, I never expected you to bring a beast into the Seventh Realm… but don’t worry,” she sneered, “I will make him scream in pain before I take his life. He will regret every moment he spent here, every breath he took.”
Ragnar let out a low, bitter laugh. His eyes gleamed with amusement, despite the carnage around him. “Let me say something for your own good, sister-in-law,” he said, his tone carrying an underlying warning.
“There is always someone higher than you. We think we’re the masters of our own story, that everyone else is playing in our little traps… but there’s always a main character who comes out of the trap. Kent is that main character here. You better remember that.”
Queen Soya’s face twisted with anger, her lips trembling. “Let’s see who will be the main character!” she spat, her voice filled with fury. “Every day, I will peel a piece of his skin and make him scream. Don’t worry—I won’t kill him quickly. His screams will echo throughout the capital for all to hear.”
She stormed out of the hall, her heels clicking against the marble floor as she left the scene of devastation behind her.
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The news of carnage in Royal Musical Hall spread like wildfire across the Seventh Realm. At first, no one believed it—the story of King Hoon Doom’s death, along with his daughter Princess Chuli, was too unbelievable, too shocking to be real.
But soon, the rumors were confirmed. Pictures of their mutilated bodies surfaced in the public forums, published as proof. Panic swept through the royal capital like a plague, and the city was plunged into chaos.
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The capital was placed on high alert. Red banners were raised, signaling a state of emergency. Soldiers lined the streets, and citizens whispered in fear about the masked man Kent, who had killed one of the most powerful figures in the realm.
Meanwhile, in a distant palace, Princess Sony Stick, heir to the powerful Stick family, received the news. Her face darkened with concern.
Kent’s name had already become famous across the realm due to the Stick family’s recent announcement of their marriage alliance. Now, with this incident, his name was on every tongue, and his life was in danger.
Without hesitation, Princess Sony set out for the royal capital, determined to uncover the truth and, if possible, save Kent from the wrath of the royal family.
The Stick family’s influence was vast, but even they would struggle to protect Kent if the royal court decided to make an example of him.
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Back at the Quinn family’s ancestral palace, King Ragnar hurried to meet his grandfather, the previous emperor of the Quinn family. -DRONA LIONHEART.
If anyone could save Kent from the storm brewing in the capital, it was him. That’s why Ragnar came here without second thought to save Kent.
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