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Chapter 961: The Mystery of Hair Color
Chapter 961: The Mystery of Hair Color
Look at that! Look at what I'm saying!
Upon hearing the attendant's report, the Fourth Prince, Ferne, couldn't help but turn pale. He glanced towards the door in disbelief, while the old king slumped back into his throne, looking utterly defeated as if he had just lost his fourth son, the idiot.
That perverted prince with a fetish for collecting princesses had actually bundled up his three daughters, who were within the top ten in the line of succession, and brought them all together. This was no longer just a hostile act; he was blatantly forcing a palace coup!
According to the information in those archives, this dog of a prince seemed to be stirring up trouble in the Nine Western Kingdoms while also setting his sights on the eastern territories. He was planning to use the Eastern Carleva Kingdom as a stepping stone to gradually interfere in the affairs of the Three Eastern Kingdoms.
If he were just an ordinary ambitious person, it wouldn't matter much. At worst, the two kingdoms would go to war. But he also held a high position within the Purification Bureau, capable of influencing the decisions of the bureau's higher-ups, and was said to have an extremely, incredibly, and particularly brutal character!
The few Purification Officers that he had won over with great effort and resources in the White Sheep Division had once taken the promotion exam with him and witnessed his methods. Now, even just hearing his name would make them shudder involuntarily, clearly showing how rampant and cruel he was!
Facing such a crazy and extreme person who held absolute power in his hands, any resistance he made would likely be meaningless and might even provoke the other party's cruel nature. So...
He would just give him what he wanted! Now that he had the upper hand, he was the one who represented justice!
Ferne, realizing the seriousness of the situation, suddenly turned pale. The old king, feeling even more hopeless, closed his eyes and waved his hand weakly.
"Let... Let Prince Lyon in!"
...
Hmm... The atmosphere here seemed a bit strange.
After entering the inner hall with the three princesses who were "invited" against their will, Ferne couldn't help but furrow his brows in confusion at the sight of the old king and his son, who looked utterly dejected. But soon, he understood the situation.
His boss had only taken less than sixty minutes to completely destroy the six-thousand-year-old heritage of the Western Carleva Kingdom. The fact that he only looked upset and didn't burst into tears, pounding his chest and wailing, already showed considerable self-control.
"Your Majesty, Prince Ferne."
As a major accomplice in disgracing their ancestors, Lyon couldn't help but proactively greet and explain sincerely:
"I deeply regret what happened at the Deephold Sanctuary, but whether you believe it or not, I wasn't the one who did it. I was merely an unfortunate victim who happened to be taken there.
Your Majesty, my purpose for coming here is actually twofold. First, I want to find out the reason for the widespread low fever in the world. Second, I want to understand why Miss Oliviah... why she left without saying goodbye. There was no motive for her to do such a thing."
"..."
"..."
This person... seemed rather polite?
Seeing Lyon, who held absolute power but still proactively bowed to them and patiently explained his intentions, the king and his son exchanged glances, seeing a glimmer of hope in each other's eyes.
If this Prince Lyon was acting so kindly, perhaps it was all just a misunderstanding. Maybe he wasn't planning a palace coup, and he had just impulsively bound their three daughters/sisters...
Hmm...
Looking at the three princesses behind Lyon, with their hands tied, mouths stuffed with suspicious cloth, and connected by a rope, the old king and his son's hearts, which had just lightened a little, immediately sank again.
Regarding his method of binding people, it's hard to believe it was a misunderstanding!
"This... in times of urgency, we must act decisively. My apologies."
Realizing his approach was indeed a bit rough, Lyon released the ropes in his hands and apologized to the three terrified princesses. He then explained with a slightly embarrassed expression:
"I invited these princesses here because I discovered some issues regarding Low Fever Syndrome. I wanted to ask for their assistance in clarifying matters, but... the princesses weren't very cooperative. Since Low Fever Syndrome is a matter of great importance, I had no choice but to offend them."
Low Fever Syndrome? Are you asking me to abdicate?
After hearing Lyon's explanation, the old king blinked, feeling like Popeye after eating spinach. He was filled with tremendous energy and stood up from his throne. With intense curiosity, he asked:
"You brought them here to resolve the issue of Low Fever Syndrome?"
"Yes."
Lyon blinked in response and then asked with confusion:
"Is there a problem with that?"
"No, no! Low Fever Syndrome is good! Low Fever Syndrome is good! Umm... I mean, this matter is indeed very important!"
Seeing that the situation had taken a positive turn instead of the worst-case scenario, the king and his son's expressions relaxed. They temporarily overlooked Lyon's status as a fugitive prince and, with great enthusiasm, called for chairs and a tea set, even offering a pot of fragrant red tea.
"Tell us, we're listening!"
"Okay..."
Declining the red tea offered by Prince Ferne, Lyon, who felt a bit perplexed, set aside his doubts. He invited the three princesses, who had regained their freedom, and arranged them according to their order of succession. After some thought, he also included Prince Ferne in the lineup. Then, he asked:
"Your Majesty, have you noticed the differences among them?"
Differences?
The old king, who had just been relieved that he didn't have to abdicate, heard Lyon's question and carefully examined his children. Then, with some uncertainty, he said:
"The differences you mentioned... are you referring to their hair color?"
"Yes."
After acknowledging the old king's observation, Lyon pointed to the princes and princesses and explained earnestly:
"If we arrange their order of succession from left to right, they are the second, fourth, seventh, and tenth in line. Princess Anbes, who is second in line, still has pure white hair with barely any black strands. However, Prince Ferne, who is fourth in line, already has black hair that is more than a finger's width wide."
"This..."
The old king examined his children's hair colors and found that the situation was indeed as Lyon described. He immediately became tense and asked with confusion:
"Does Low Fever Syndrome's effect on hair color also have something to do with the order of succession?"
"Yes, but to be more precise, it's related to the strength of the 'bloodline' within each person."
Lyon recalled the white-haired director, whose hair was free of any impurities, and pointed to his own hair, which had a width of more than a finger's width of white hair. Then, with a furrowed brow, he said:
"If I'm not mistaken, the nature of this widespread Low Fever Syndrome is actually a plunder specifically targeting bloodlines!"
(End of Chapter)
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