“What exactly are you thinking! Elder Brother! Even Samsara Tianqi knows nothing about the reason behind that Ogre’s resurrection—he’s far too strange, a threat! We must eliminate him at once!” Ryuumion emphasized his words, hoping his elder brother would abandon that idiotic notion.
If that Ogre can resurrect endlessly, and each time he comes back he grows stronger—from Gold to Diamond, Diamond to Crystal, then Grandmaster and Saint—if things develop that way, it’s a catastrophe! At that time, everyone present, whether slave or noble, would become his food.
While he’s still a Gold-ranked monster, it’s best to control him and kill him. Doing nothing and letting him be is the worst and most foolish option!
“Take action now!” Ryuumion gave Yatsusou a resolute and uncompromising order.
Surely his brother isn’t a fool. After his own repeated warnings about the risk, he should understand by now, right? He should come to his senses.
“Do not lay a finger on that Ogre. Not even a single hair.”
Ryuumion stared blankly at Arthur, who issued the order to Yatsusou, as if seeing a stranger. Sensing Ryuumion’s gaze, Arthur returned it with a cold sneer.
One is the Second Prince, and one is the Third Prince. In terms of who might ascend the throne of Amidarl, the odds still favored the Second Prince, His Highness Arthur. After weighing the pros and cons, Yatsusou decided to follow Arthur’s order and quietly withdrew.
“You…are you an idiot?” Ryuumion watched as Yatsusou left. The Captain of the Guards went up to the high platform to stand watch, showing no intention of going down to slay the Ogre.
“Why are you doing this? Why let a threat grow! This is the act of a fool!” Ryuumion snapped back to his senses, fully understanding what Arthur had done, and immediately started shaking with rage.
“And you think you have the right to lecture me?” Arthur lifted his chin, looking down at Ryuumion with contempt. “The Ogre isn’t dead. Isn’t that a good thing? The death match isn’t over, and the wager continues as usual. You’re just agitated because you don’t want to lose.”
“Heaven is on my side! Your little tricks are useless against me! Because I am destined! Look, look! The Ogre died, then came back to life—this is a miracle from the gods, this is the divine right of kings!”
“You’re finished, Ryuumion Amidarl.”
Arthur spread his arms wide like a soaring hawk, as if embracing the entire sky, and let out a laugh full of madness, his eyes flashing with pride and malice.
Staring at Arthur’s twistedly delighted face, Ryuumion finally recalled a fact he had once forgotten. At this point, clinging to naive thoughts made him the real fool.
Father had ordered the three brothers to kill each other. Only the last one standing could inherit his throne and become the new king of Amidarl. From long ago, both Caesar and Arthur’s murderous intent toward him was absolutely real. If they found a way to kill him, no matter how filthy, they would use it without hesitation.
Amidarl was the largest slave empire in the world. Its king could only be a demon who abandoned his humanity; only a demon could bear the weight of this empire.
The confusion in Ryuumion’s eyes gradually faded, replaced by deep sorrow and utter despair.
Arthur noticed Ryuumion’s sinking mood, but this did not draw brotherly sympathy from him—instead, it only excited him more. In his eyes, Ryuumion had already fallen into hopelessness and helplessness; the end was near!
Victory in the wager was his! Ryuumion’s slave girl! No.4 [Samsara Tianqi the Sovereign of Life and Death] would be his!
Without Samsara Tianqi’s protection, Ryuumion was worthless.
“After this wager is over, [Sovereign of Life and Death] will be mine.” Arthur’s excitement became more and more pronounced, his face growing ever more twisted. “Without her protection, my dear little brother, you might be assassinated by Amidarl’s enemies. Yes, yes! An assassin—a resentful fool who hates Amidarl—he will kill you! He’s very powerful, so if my dear brother dies, it can’t be helped, truly can’t be helped, hahahaha!”
“The assassin and his weapon will mysteriously vanish after the deed, every piece of evidence will disappear inexplicably, not a single trace left. Your death will become a cold case, maybe it will take a hundred years before the truth is finally revealed.”
“In that hundred years, in my reign as king, you will die in misery. No one will sympathize with you, no one will care, you’ll have nothing, and I will take it all, hahahahaha!”
Each word was laced with utmost mockery and hatred, Arthur’s malice stabbing Ryuumion’s heart like a venomous snake entwined around a sword.
Arthur was still gloating, but slowly his laughter grew quieter, his expression shifting toward rational calm.
It was his first time seeing Ryuumion’s eyes like this—a fury so deep it was a resolve to fall into the abyss of hatred. For the first time, Arthur felt that his little brother resembled an awakened lion, one that had slept for far too long, now roused, famished, ready to open its bloody maw and devour all enemies.
“Very well, if you believe your odds in this wager are one hundred percent, then let it continue. I’ll accompany you to the very depths of hell! Arthur Amidarl!”
Ryuumion turned toward the arena, and at the same time used a voice amplification spell to deliver his order, bracing himself for the gamble.
Baiya Ifel Clorom was the one he’d bet on!
“You must not lose. If you win, I will grant you freedom.”
“Give it everything you have. Even if it costs your life, do not hesitate! Your potential is far from exhausted, so even if it seems impossible, use it all! Offer me everything!”
“How long do you plan to play dead?”
Inside the arena, where the firearms guards were first attacked, the blood-drenched suit of armor began to stir slightly.
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