3 Days left for the TRIDENT SUMMIT…
The royal capital of the Quinn-Empire was filled with spectacle as the Trident Summit approached. Increased number of Vendors shouted from their stalls, selling everything from exotic spices to gleaming trinkets, while wealthy nobles roamed the streets, their subordinates following in silks and gold.
Crowds had swelled in the city, with travellers and dignitaries from the 33 nations gathering for the Summit. The occasion of the trident summit made everyone ignore the incidents of prison breaks.
As trident summit is the main stage for gambling, every individual is making arrangements for large bets. The Stick family is the crowd favourite without a doubt. But the Frost family, with only 20,000 supreme wizards, became least favourite.
But due to the presence of Kent, some people were making arrangements for wild betting.
Meanwhile in the throne room of Emperor Ryon…
Commander Loki knelt on the polished marble floor of the imperial throne room. As he failed in the prison break mission, Loki finally accepted his defeat.
The imposing figure of Emperor Ryon sat before him on a golden throne, his face filled with anger. The 100,000 army of 9 realms already left the 7th realm. Finally, all the restriction were lifted by the Quinn family.
“Loki,” the Emperor’s voice was a low growl, “you kneel before me not as a commander but as a failure. You failed to capture the criminal responsible for the prison break, and now you bring me ‘this’?” His hand slammed down on the armrest, making the room echo.
“Your Majesty, I… I have reason to believe that Kent—” Loki’s voice trembling as he mentioned Kent’s name again.
“Enough!” The Emperor’s roar silenced him. “You dare utter his name ‘now’?You are too late? Kent is untouchable now, not because he is innocent but because my hands are tied by my father! Thanks to your delay, the people will see any action against Kent as an act of personal revenge.”
Loki’s head bowed lower, sweat dripping from his forehead. “Forgive me, Your Majesty… I only wished to—”
“Get out of my sight, Loki. I don’t want to see your disgraced face.” Emperor Ryon roared angrily.
Loki rose shakily, bowing low before retreating from the throne room. As the heavy doors closed behind him, Emperor Ryon slumped back into his throne, his fury giving way to bitter frustration.
Ryon’s gaze turned to the distant mountains visible through the grand windows. His thoughts drifted to Philip, his second son, whose arrogance and failure had become a thorn in his side.
“Why couldn’t he simply kill Kent when he had the chance?” The Emperor’s fists clenched. Now, Philip’s humiliation had only saved Kent.
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In the depths of the royal palace, far from the bustling halls of power, Prince Philip sat in his dimly lit chamber. His usually regal face was pale, his eyes bloodshot from sleepless nights.
The forbidden goddess he had once relied upon for strength had turned her back on him. After the attack on Kent, the forbidden goddess went into a dormant state, to hide her location from the gods.
Philip came to the sacrificial altar where the idol of the forbidden goddess situated. “You’ve forsaken me,” he hissed, glaring at the fearful statue of the goddess. “But I will prove my worth.”
The air around him seemed to grow colder as a ghostly voice echoed in his mind. “You exposed my presence to gods. You dared to put me in danger. Now, you are nothing but a pawn without use.”
Philip staggered as blood dripped from his mouth due to the anger of the goddess spirit. “
He turned to the ancient texts sprawled across the walls of the altar. The ritual to regain the goddess’s favour was written in blood-red ink. It demanded 108 virgin sacrifices—a price Philip was now willing to pay. “I’ll summon a weapon capable of destroying Kent,” he vowed. “And then, no one will stand in my way.”
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In stark contrast to Philip’s despair, First Prince Maxwell felt joyful in his newfound position. Maxwell had long feared his younger brother’s rising influence, but Philip’s failure had shifted the court’s loyalties.
Maxwell’s chambers were alive with the hum of activity as aides and allies brought reports of his growing support.
“So, Philip’s precious Sun-Moon Eclipse Art failed him. How poetic.” Maxwell uttered, swirling a glass of wine in his hand.
“Your Highness,” an aide palace wizard interjected, “the Stick family has sent word of their gratitude. Your support has strengthened their position for the Summit.”
Maxwell smirked. “Good. Their victory will solidify my claim to the throne. With Philip humiliated and Kent stirring trouble, I will be the beacon of stability this empire needs.”
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Meanwhile, Queen Soya was completely in a state of despair. While she felt sad for the failure of her son, the lack of Kent in her life made her miserable.
The itch for lust is making her go crazy. Every second, her mind is craving for the presence of Kent.
“Kent,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Why won’t you come to me?”
She had sent messenger after messenger to him, but all had returned empty-handed. The absence of the man who had once given peak pleasure, made her behave like a lusty witch. It was more than lust—it was an obsession that itched at her every waking moment.
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“No,” Soya snapped, then sighed deeply. “He won’t come. I will meet him at the trident summit.”
She collapsed onto the bed, her hands touching and squeezing her woman’s parts. “If only… if only I could have him, even for a moment.”
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Simon, the son of Jason mama, walked aimlessly in the herb garden. Though he was treated as an honoured guest in the royal palace, he couldn’t shake the feeling of being an outsider. The opulence of the estate and the attention of the lady servants felt hollow.
“This isn’t what I came here for,” Simon muttered. “I thought… I thought it would feel different and enjoyable.”
One of the servant women approached him, her eyes coy. “Would you like some wine, my lord?”
“No, thank you. I already have enough wine for life.” Simon waved her off, his frustration bubbling.
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At the Frost family…
The training grounds were alive with the sounds of clashing steel and shouted commands. Kent’s army moved with precision, their discipline a reflection of their leader’s unyielding will.
“Faster!” Kent barked at a group of sparring soldiers. “The Summit will not wait for you to be ready.”