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Officially, Leonardo had appointed Bryan to oversee the investigation, but he had secretly entrusted me with the same task. He feared the attack on Dominic might be linked to the other two princes, which was why he wanted me to look into it discreetly.
This arrangement worked in my favor, as it gave me the opportunity to eliminate any remaining evidence.
I gave a slight nod and replied with deference, “Your Majesty, I regret to inform you that we have found no leads. The adversaries were meticulous in covering their tracks; the assassins left no identifiable traces.”
Leonardo’s expression darkened, and he looked at me with clear displeasure.
“Humph! What use are you if you can’t deliver results? You’re useless!”
In a swift motion, I dropped to my knees. My voice was filled with apprehension as I pleaded, “Please, Your Majesty. I assure you, I will dedicate myself fully to resolving this matter.”
Leonardo, not wishing to discuss it further, dismissed me with a wave of his hand.
Fuming with frustration, I left the pce hastily and headed back to the Harrison family’s house. That damned king—how dare he berate me like that? Without the Harrison family fortifying the borders, how could he possibly hold power so steadily?
As I made my way home, anger simmered within me. I managed to keep my fury at bay until I stepped inside the house, where everything in sight seemed to aggravate me further. An expensive vase caught my eye, and in a moment of rage, I hurled it to the floor. It shattered loudly, breaking into countless pieces. Yet the destruction did little to soothe my wrath.
“Someone,e here!” I bellowed.
A servant rushed in, her body trembling with fear as she approached. With a stern expression, Imanded, “Bring Makenna’s bastard to me immediately!”
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Shortly thereafter, the servant returned, carrying the child in her arms. I looked at the scrawny infant before me. His tiny face was wrinkled, his body weak and malnourished. A malicious grin spread across my face as dark thoughts swirled in my mind.
“Humph, Makenna, be assured—I’ll make sure this little bastard of yours suffers.”
Turning to the servant, I ordered coldly, “Take this child to one of the stable hands. There’s no need for any special attention—just sustain him on horse milk, enough to keep him alive.”
With a sinister smile curling on my lips, I added, “I recall there’s a worker named Micha Wheeler at the stables. Didn’t she just lose her child? She despises living ones the most, doesn’t she? Hand the child over to her, with instructions only to keep him alive.”
To prevent any oversight, I reiterated, “Ensure the birth date assigned to this bastard is recorded as before Makenna’s actual delivery. Make no mistakes about it.”
“But sir, the child is still so young…” the servant wavered, her voice trembling as she tried to plead.
My face hardened, and my sharp stare silenced her. “What? Are you challenging my orders? Would you prefer to endure the punishment intended for this bastard?”
My tone was cold, brooking no argument. The servant’s…
Her face turned pale with fear, and she quickly bowed her head.
“No, sir, I’ll take him right away.”
She then scurried off with the bastard in her arms.
As I watched her hasten away, a maliciousugh escaped me. A son of a Lycan prince, now relegated to the status of a mere servant’s child—it was indeed a fascinating turn of events.
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