Perverted Otherworlder 138 Building Up

"I-i see..." The king sighed as his expectation failed him. He was hoping that at least before departing from this life he could see him and properly apologized. "So, which noble's son is he?" continued the king.
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Princess Aelina lightly chuckled as she said, "He is not a noble's son, in fact, he is not even from Luderia at all."

The king raised his eyebrows as he asked, "What? I thought the banquet was only for young nobles?"

"Exactly," chuckled Princess Aelina before continuing, "He even had a little spar with little sister."

(A spar with Chloe? Is he mad? Lyon is it... Hmmm) thought the king as he combed his beard. "Where is he from?".

"I did not look into it yet, but his getup is really unique. Not even the library contained the source of his clothing. So chances are, he is an otherworlder," said Princess Aelina as she contemplated a while.

"Hmm... did Chloe won the spar?" asked the king as his eyes couldn't hide his curiosity. He knew that the daughter of his was still in a growing phase and her latent talent in both fighting and magic was deep.

Princess Aelina shook her head, "The spar ended prematurely as the incident happened."

She chose to hide the event that was actually ended their spar. Things would get more complicated if she did.

"I see, well, I guess it's time to visit this Lyon, he is still in Luderia I presume?" asked the king.

"Yes, father, I believe he is resting inside the Elgome's mansion, but aren't you going to visit the princes first?" said Princess Aelina.

The princes were being treated by the imperial doctors in their own royal chamber. Though there were on the bed and resting, they still had not given up the chase for the throne.

The king shook his head, "I already did, as long as they are fine that is good enough for me."

As now was a dire time for them to prove their worth, he could not play favorites, not even the daughter in front of him had any special favor.

"Well, I can't let royal father meet Lyon yet," said Princess Aelina as she cleared out her throat while closing her eyes.

Her sudden prohibition made the king squinted before compelling in the end, he didn't even ask why he couldn't come either.

Princess Aelina smiled as she saw her father's reaction. She knew her father long enough that this reaction of his was predictable for her. "I'm sorry royal father, I hope you understand."

The king nodded before he sighed. "I know, I know," said the king as he sat back on the throne.

With a smile, Princess Chloe excused herself and headed to the exit before gradually disappearing from the king's sight.

Alone in the throne room, the king rubbed his beard as he contemplated. (Hmmm, is the young man Sean's son?) thought the king before he immediately shook it off. "Hmmm... no, the chances are there but too slim....?!"

A flash of light suddenly sparked his mind as he couldn't help but stutter a bit, "D-don't tell me..."

He remembered what his messenger told him before he whispered under his breath, "T-the wild card."

The fact that he could enter the banquet uninvited, the fact that he spared with his youngest daughter and still live. "If he can make such tremor, then infiltrating the banquet wouldn't be a problem, not to mention sparing with Chloe."

The king sighed as he said to himself. "I'm starting to wonder if it's an accident at all."

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Prince Weiss was standing up against the window as he surveyed the city. Though the injury may not be visible, he was definitely not at one hundred percent. He gritted his teeth as a drunk young man appeared in his mind.

*shatter

The window was smashed as the bits rode the wind.

"F-first p-prince, please stop using your strength for a while, you are still recuperating," said one of the imperial doctors behind him.

"Hmm?!" the prince grunted as he only glanced at the innocent imperial doctor. His unsightly expression caught the imperial doctor to shriek and took a step backward. This was Prince Weiss's true color, the one that without a mask of lies.

"To think that I would be caught off guard and..." the prince paused as the resounding slap he received play its tune.

His hands slowly made a fist as the knuckles filled the room with a crack. "I will make you pay, Lyon!"

*knock *knock

The door to his chamber was knocked as he replied with fury, "Who is it?!"

"It's me," a man's voice was heard from behind the door.

Prince Weiss suddenly turned calm as he said with a smile, "Ah uncle Armand, please come in."

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Inside Prince Frey's room, the prince was sitting on the bed as he contemplated. With the treasures in his possession, he managed to escape with minimum injuries. Unlike his older brother, he didn't have such a deep cultivation level.

"Lyon... What part do you play in this race?" His talent in pill-making made him more controlled emotionally than his peers. Though he was called 'fatso' by Lyon, he thought it as nothing more than a rambling of a drunk.

The fatso stood up as he looked at the window, "No matter, with the battle royal and the pill-making contest is underway, there is no way I can lose."

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In the mansion, the young man that was sleeping soundlessly finally twitched his eyes as he slowly woke up. Upon looking at the black furball, he complained, "You know, at this point in time, I should wake up with an oblivious sexy lady on my side, panties only, and hugging my chest. Ahh, I hope the time is not far."

He grabbed the black furball before getting up and put it on his usual spot.

Chapter end