Chapter 102: Attempted Sabotage (1/2)

The two, who were previously enthusiastically studying and discussing core concepts of imperial rule, faced up from their books and scrolls and aligned their vision to the incoming intruder.

It was a man.

Alex had difficulty recognizing this man, but Aadityapal frowned and whispered, ”Ayush...”

'Ayush? The prince that relies on connections?' Alex recalled a scene from a dinner at the banquet hall, where this prince's every movement and word swayed the rest of the royalty.

He seemed to have fearsome charisma, and his physical strength was unknown.

Alex cleared his throat and stated, ”We are in the midst of a lesson, could you please take your leave?”

Prince Ayush always had a smiling face, yet, when Alex's words flowed into his ears, his expression turned unpleasant for a split second.

However, it immediately went back to an unusually wide smile.

Nonetheless, his fidgety fingers exhibited the fury he felt at having his power threatened.

Then, he coughed and replied, ”Sir Alex, I believe? We have not exchanged introductions yet.”

As he said that, the prince proceeded to reluctantly bow down in greeting. Then, he turned to Aadityapal.

Suddenly, his smile faded away and revealed tearful eyes.

He said with an incredible level of emotion, ”Aadityapal, I have received the tragic news that in the residence of the Brahmins of Dwarka, Lady Avni has fallen extremely sick to an unknown illness.”

There were no imperfections in the prince's voice and his perfect pitch seemed to be a result of vocal training.

Alex didn't understand any of his words, but Aadityapal stood up and his eyes became so wide they were about to pop out of his skull.

”Mother is sick?!” Aadityapal exclaimed, and then collapsed on his knees.

Ayush maintained his saddened face and nodded, ”It would seem that the illness is quickly chipping away at her longevity, and she might not live very long.”

At that very moment, Aadityapal started sobbing and his tears made the ground wet. His fists punched the cold and hard ground repeatedly.

They slowly became more bloody and mangled

Alex could not have expected this, and it was a tragic situation that required the prince's immediate departure to his mother's residence.

He was about to help him stand up, but he perceived a very strange pattern in the earlier conversation.

He couldn't prove any of it, but he got goosebumps and the impression of a puppetmaster controlling the strings of a puppet.

There were no strings, but Ayush also intensely swayed the viewpoints of the other members of the imperial family the other night through a simple greeting.

Alex felt disgusted, as it reminded him of the way Aphrodite manipulated mortal men to do her every bidding.

'This is clearly not her doing and much more subtle,' In any sense, Alex could afford to be more overbearing.

He immediately stood up and wielded the round Prometheus in his right hand.

The ball then transformed into a strange heavy spear and charged at the prince.

Alex's speed was a strength of his, and the prince couldn't even feel his arrival. After he blinked a single time, the speartip of Prometheus was already only a millimeter away from the arteries at his neck and threatened to end his life in an instant.

”Go away now, he can handle the mourning on his own.”