Chapter 120 - Deception and Courage (1/2)

Within the XXXX Continent, there lied a kingdom named the Seraph Kingdom, a kingdom that has been standing for over 500 years already due to its first and current king, King Seraphim. King Seraphim was a valiant warrior in his early days, creating a new path of ascension for himself, allowing him to establish a kingdom like Seraph Kingdom.

Within this kingdom were 15 princes, with three of them dying due to the conflicts that arose before the competition for the throne started. To be honest, there was really no need for the competition for the throne.

King Seraphim was someone who had already ascended to a Rank 8 Class, one step left before becoming a Rank 9 Class Wielder, and two steps left before transcending to a new realm. Of course, as someone of a very high class, his vitality was incredibly strong, giving him a lifespan of over 1500 years. But he had dreams, dreams to go further, dreams to turn his kingdom into an empire, an empire that could rule over the continent.

And becoming a Rank 9 Class was only the first step towards that.

It is also a story saved for later.

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Within the Seraph Kingdom, specifically the castle in the very middle of the Seraph Kingdom, lied a very large and sturdy tower that looked like it could withstand the test of time.

This large tower consisted of 5 floors, and only one being could be seen looking out of the window of the 5th floor. This being wore a crown on his head, signifying that he was a prince of the Seraph Kingdom. He wore clothes that befitted someone of royalty, combined with sword-like eyebrows, ash blonde hair, and his chiseled face, it seemed like he was a mix between the east and the west.

This prince was none other than the Third Prince, one of the top contenders for the throne. As for the Ninth Prince? Vanadir? He was considered useless.

Tapping his fingers on the resting arm of his chair, the Third Prince could not help but sigh as he looked out of the window, muttering, ”It seems that the plan was unsuccessful.”

Whoosh!

Not long after finishing his sentence, he felt a breeze pass through his body and stop only a few meters behind him. A few seconds later, a black silhouette gradually manifested from thin air, revealing a man covered in black clothing, with his two eyes being the only thing visible.

”Your Highness.” The black silhouette bowed and kneeled down before greeting the Third Prince. ”I have some bad news to tell you.”

”I had that feeling when you came in.” The Third Prince turned his head around to look at the black silhouette, before standing up to gradually walk closer to the black silhouette. ”Did you kill the Ninth Prince?”

As for the black silhouette's answer, it shook its head with its eyes closed from left to right. That's right.

This black silhouette was the Rank 5 Void Assassin that tried to kill Vanadir.

”I was not able to kill him in one attack. You know me, I'm at my strongest when I attack in one go,” the assassin said to the third prince.

”Yeah, that's a part of your class. You don't have to go into the specifics,” the Third Prince waved his hand as he replied. ”Anyways, since you were unsuccessful in killing the Ninth Prince, I'll have to reduce the amount I'll give to you.”

”That's fine by me.” The assassin shrugged. ”It makes sense anyway.”

The Third Prince then snapped a finger, opening up a rift just a few decimeters away from the assassin, gold coins gradually flowing out of the rift one by one.

After a minute or so, the rift was then closed, a small pile of gold coins being made a few decimeters away from the assassin.

”Nonetheless, I still have to thank you for killing the Twelfth, Fifth, and Second Prince. I increased the amount a bit than it should be thanks to that,” Third Prince said with something going on in his mind.

The assassin hastily and efficiently grabbed every gold coin from the floor, leaving no gold coin behind. Nodding in response, the assassin then said, ”Thank you for your generosity, Third Prince. If you need my services next time, then you know what to do.”

Whoosh!

And with the breeze of the wind, the black silhouette of the assassin in front of the Third Prince's eyes, leaving him to himself once more.

Closing her eyes for a bit, he gradually made his way towards his chair, sitting back down.

After a while, he opened his eyes with a sense of clarity within them, muttering, ”It seems that the Ninth Prince's protector is quite strong to fend off against a Rank 5 Class Wielder's attacks. An offensive Rank 5 Class Wielder at that.”

”I'm going to have to change my sights onto the Seventh Prince.”

”If I successfully kill him, that would be great.”

At that instant, a malicious grin crept up his face.

Only if he knew what was coming for him.

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Within XXXX Continent, Greater Tempest Cliff.

”Hah!”

Whoosh!

Crash!