Power Enough to Kill a Hero (1)
In that instant, Qin Chu felt an immense sense of satisfaction; the more Lance suffered, the more pleased Qin Chu became.
Damn it, still laughing? Can you still manage a laugh?
It's a pity, it's only because Wadsworth is here that he has to give this guy some face, otherwise Qin Chu would definitely rush up and beat him up.
However, while he couldn't disregard Wadsworth's feelings, Qin Chu didn't care about the First Prince's face at all. He simply smiled gently and walked up to Qin Chu, Lance was glaring at him with fury. To Lance's surprise, Qin Chu raised a hand and lightly slapped him across the face—the slaps weren't forceful, but they were extremely insulting.
While gently patting him, Qin Chu said, "He's just a kid, it's understandable that he's a little mischievous. As his elder, I, as his uncle, won't hold it against him."
"But they need to be disciplined properly, otherwise they'll grow up to be unruly children."
Lance's teeth were grinding together, making a crunching sound, and with excessive force, there seemed to be traces of blood between his teeth.
He was so angry he felt like his lungs were about to explode. He had never been so Wrath in his life. His face was twisted and contorted in a grotesque grimace, and his eyes, which were practically split open, were filled with venomous resentment.
His fingers were trembling uncontrollably; he didn't know how much willpower he had to suppress the urge to rush up and kill this bastard.
Shame.
This is an unprecedented disgrace since his birth.
All around, a large number of nobles looked at each other, knowing full well that this was inappropriate, but forcing themselves to suppress their laughter was simply too difficult, and their faces were contorted in embarrassment.
"Alright, your Uncle Qin is magnanimous and won't hold it against you. Now get lost!" Wadsworth immediately yelled at Lance, who was still standing there trembling.
The eldest prince, Lance, hunched over, trembled as he left, his teeth almost biting off.
Qin Chu... I will repay the humiliation you have inflicted upon me today tenfold.
Wadsworth glanced at the surrounding nobles, and the crowd scattered. Several people stepped out from the crowd and dragged Horne and his men away. Their fate was predictable; Wadsworth would not let them continue to live in this world.
However, the busy emperor did not leave. Qin Chu smiled and walked up to Natia.
Natia remained calm, as if what had just happened had nothing to do with her.
"Miss Natia, thank you so much for stepping forward to testify for me," Qin Chu said, expressing his gratitude.
Natia shook her head slightly. "I'm just stating what I heard."
"By the way, Miss Natia, Violet has just arrived in the Imperial City and is very interested in the pastries here. Could you please introduce them to Violet?" Qin Chu asked Natia politely.
Natia nodded without giving it much thought, and led Angelica and Violet into the pastry shop. On the vast street, only Qin Chu and Wadsworth remained.
Nicholas and his soldiers were driven away, and other Royal Guards completely sealed off the area, preventing anyone from approaching.
After the surroundings gradually quieted down, Wadsworth suddenly broke the silence. "Brother Qin, your strength has improved very quickly!"
Although Horne is a fool, he's still quite strong. Qin Chu was able to defeat Horne easily, so it seems the Hero gained a lot during his eight-day trip away from the Imperial City.
Qin Chu was a little embarrassed. "The power of being Ally of Justice is very strong. Natia wiped out tens of thousands of Minotaur. Although I didn't contribute much, I still gained some benefits."
Wadsworth was extremely envious; it was practically cheating.
Then, as if he were somewhat tired, the veins on the back of his hands stood out, and he pressed two fingers hard against his forehead, feeling a bit of a headache.
It took Wadsworth a good ten seconds to recover.
Emperor?
They may appear glamorous, but the pressure they endure is far beyond what most people could withstand.
Internal strife within the royal family, conflicts between nobles and royalty, clashes between imperial and divine authority...
"With nobles inside, and the Holy Church and the Earth Mother Church outside... and the chosen successor is an idiot, completely infatuated with Rosweisse..." He was like a weary middle-aged corporate slave on Earth, starting to complain about the pressure that had accumulated in his heart.
Gone is the majestic presence of a hawk eyeing a wolf; the lion has grown old.
He was confiding in Qin Chu. He was a very shrewd man; confiding in Qin Chu was not a sign of weakness, but rather a way to bring the two of them closer.
On the other side.
Crown Prince Lance stormed back to the palace in a rage.
His light brown eyes turned bright red due to bloodshot eyes.
The unprecedented humiliation brought unprecedented Wrath. Lance had never been so humiliated in his life, recalling the scene of him apologizing to Qin Chu.
A brat younger than himself was slapping his face repeatedly, claiming he was an elder and wouldn't bother with a little kid like him...
A surge of heat rushed to his head, and Lance's teeth clenched so tightly they almost broke.
He was like a completely mad dog, wreaking havoc in the room, turning delicate porcelain, glass, and everything else that could be smashed into shards on the floor.
From his throat came a suppressed, frenzied roar, like that of a wild beast.
His eyes were filled with venomous hatred.
Qin Chu... you bastard.
I'll kill you sooner or later...
Everyone knows that His Highness the Crown Prince is in a terrible mood right now. The servants outside don't dare to approach at this time, because if they are accidentally killed by the Crown Prince, then they will have died in vain!
Dressed in rags and with disheveled hair, Lance at this moment bore no resemblance whatsoever to a prince.
Qin Chu, that damned bastard, is he just a mere Hero? What's the big deal? How dare he humiliate me like this?
That old bastard was so biased towards Qin Chu, even making me apologize to Qin Chu in front of so many people, losing all face... Damn it, if only I were stronger, I wouldn't be a match for that old bastard...
Lance recalled the words Qin Chu had said earlier.
"We only spent a few wonderful nights together, and I will always cherish those memories."
Ahh...
Lance howled like a wounded beast, tearing at his hair with his hands, his heart filled with deep pain.
The mere thought of Rosweisse's pure and beautiful body having already been taken and defiled by Qin Chu filled Lance with intense pain, jealousy, and hatred, driving Lance nearly mad.
In Lance's heart, Rosweisse was always pure and beautiful, and he would never allow the faith deep within his heart to be destroyed.
Rosweisse is his; only he is entitled to enjoy Rosweisse's perfect body.
I really want to kill Qin Chu...
But... he couldn't do it. Even if he wanted to take action, the Holy Church, the Earth Mother Church, and the power of the Sage Mountain would all stop him, and even his father would prevent him.
Damn it, he has no power.
If he could possess power as strong as his father... no, even stronger than his father, with no one on the entire Skyvault Continent able to rival him... then he could kill Qin Chu without restraint.
His soul, consumed by pain, hatred, and a thirst for power, was on the verge of collapse.
His consciousness, in a state of extreme tension, seemed to have connected Lance with some unseen being.
A strange, muttered voice echoed in his ears:
"Young man, do you crave power?"
All eleven chapters are done, about 40,000 words in total. Just proofreading is exhausting. We'll continue tomorrow.
Chapter 122 Power Enough to Kill Hero (1)
A soft voice echoed in my ears.
Lance, who was wreaking havoc in the room, suddenly stopped. His chaotic consciousness seemed to have finally regained a little rationality, and his eyes subconsciously looked around.
In this chaotic and ruined room, there was no one else but himself.
"Who? Who's speaking?" Lance shouted in a deep voice.
Perhaps because he had roared so forcefully earlier, his voice was hoarse. He was certain that it wasn't his imagination; he had truly heard... no, he had directly felt the sound echoing in his mind.
He sensed that the room was gradually becoming gloomy.
Some dark purple, spider silk-like, fine traces floated in the air, and a faint, sweet, fishy smell gradually entered the nasal cavity.
Do you crave power?
The eerie sound rang out once again.
The dark purple threads suddenly began to writhe rapidly in mid-air, the dense threads intertwining and forming a strange yet elegant outline.
Lance felt a chill run down his spine. Anyone could sense something was wrong from such a bizarre scene. He gradually backed away, preparing to shout for help from the Royal Guard.
He didn't know what the outline in front of him represented, but he knew that the power of this being was beyond his imagination.
Even just looking at the outline drawn by the dark purple silk threads, he felt a beauty that was not of this world. He even had an urge to prostrate himself on the ground and worship. The strange outline was like a twisted vortex, and Lance felt as if his soul was about to be sucked in.
"I sensed your Desire..."
"Worship me... and I will grant you power enough to slay Hero!"
Lance, who had been slowly retreating, suddenly stopped upon hearing this... power enough to kill Hero?
The crackling sounds stopped, and no one knew what the Crown Prince was doing, but no one dared to barge in and take a look.
After an unknown amount of time, the door creaked open, and a figure stepped out. Upon seeing this person, almost every servant's eyes lit up.
It was still their Crown Prince, wearing the same formal attire as before.
The same face, the same eyes, the same hair—everything was exactly the same as before, but...
I have a feeling that His Highness the First Prince seems to have... become more refined.
Ragged clothes, disheveled hair, and unkempt appearance also created a unique elegance and nobility.
Lance's lips curled into a slight smile as he gave an elegant bow. "I'm sorry, I acted in a manner unbecoming of my status. Could you please help me tidy up the room?"
Their eldest prince seems to have fully recovered.
Unbeknownst to anyone, a black thread, like a worm, was wriggling within the Crown Prince's brown eyes.
On the street, Wadsworth continued to pour out her grievances to Qin Chu, complaining about her son's stupidity.
"Tell me, what kind of potion did Rosweisse give Lance? His status is so noble, this vast empire will all be his in the future, what kind of women hasn't he seen, yet he's so deeply in love with Rosweisse."
"If Rosweisse weren't a saint of the Holy Church, I'd start to suspect she might be Succubus."
As he spoke, Wadsworth seemed to suddenly remember that Qin Chu and Rosweisse had a pretty good relationship, and it seemed a bit inappropriate to complain about Rosweisse in front of Qin Chu.
"Ah, sorry, Brother Qin, I forgot what I just said. I forgot about you and Rosweisse..." Wadsworth's expression became somewhat ambiguous, transforming from a weary middle-aged office worker into a slightly lewd uncle. "Or, Brother Qin, why don't you just get rid of Rosweisse sooner rather than later? That way, my silly son can finally give up completely."
Qin Chu was utterly exasperated. Was this something a country's emperor should say?
As for Rosweisse, he'll take care of it sooner or later.
Qin Chu had many things to do today, such as finding a way to tell Augustus about Karthus killing thousands of Knights on the border. He didn't have much time to listen to Wadsworth's complaints.
He let out a long sigh, "Your Majesty, perhaps we can be a little more frank."
Wadsworth wasn't angry at Qin Chu's words. He straightened up, his aura changing instantly. "Alright, since Brother Qin is so straightforward, I won't beat around the bush... Brother Qin, have you ever considered forming your own Hero's Party?"
Assemble your own Hero's Party!
It really was that matter.
Qin Chu was not surprised at all by Wadsworth's words.
In fact, Wadsworth also approached him during his first playthrough and brought up this matter.
Although the members of the Hero's Party are quite strong and have made great contributions following the Hero in his campaigns, they are a force that is difficult for Wadsworth and his ilk to control. They would prefer to include their own people in the Hero's Party.
In his first playthrough, Qin Chu trusted Athena, Ekaterina, and Rosweisse implicitly. Under the persuasion of these women, he vaguely agreed to accept all the former members of the Hero's Party and rejected Wadsworth's proposal.
Of course, on the surface, Qin Chu still had to feign surprise. He looked at Wadsworth opposite him with some suspicion. "Form Hero's Party? Isn't there one right here?"
Wadsworth had clearly prepared his explanation beforehand; perhaps Wadsworth had been planning it ever since news of Benson's death at the hands of Ramon spread. "No, no, no, Brother Qin, you've misunderstood. I was referring to your Hero's Party. The members of the Hero's Party are the most important partners in the fight against Hero, and Magic Creature must be absolutely reliable and trustworthy."
"Excuse my bluntness, but the current members of the former Hero's Party are not worthy of Brother Qin's trust."
Whatever Wadsworth's reasons were for saying that, there's no doubt he was telling the truth, it's just a pity that I didn't take it seriously at all in my first playthrough.
Seeing that Qin Chu did not respond, Wadsworth lowered his voice slightly. "Brother Qin, I'm not trying to cause trouble!"
"You'll find out the truth of what I'm saying if you just ask around a little."
"You are the Second-Generation Hero. When we were preparing to summon you, we were met with unanimous opposition from all the former Hero's Party members. They only recognized Jello as Jello Hero, and in their eyes, no one else was worthy of the title of Hero."
He shook his head. "I really find it hard to believe that people like that would stay by Brother Qin's side and wholeheartedly assist you."