?Chapter 1138:


    “Makenna has a son? When did this happen? What the hell is going on?” I demanded, disbelief choking my voice.


    Antoni’s POV:


    Liberation surged through my veins now that Leonardo’s constraints no longer bound me, flooding me with both excitement and relief. My hands sped behind my back, I faced the so-called king with confidence and recounted the intricate chain of events.


    “Does this surprise you, Your Majesty? Makenna’s son is none other than the child with Prince Bryan. Revenge once drove me to steal that infant from her grasp, yet fate, with its cruel irony, returned him to his mother’s embrace. When Makenna vanished from the pce, Alice and the others exploited the pandemonium to escape. Fortune favored me then—I tracked them to Amon’s residence.”


    Upon hearing this, Leonardo slumped heavily into his chair, his face a storm of disbelief and turmoil.


    His lips parted as if to speak, but words failed him for what seemed like an eternity.


    I couldn’t help the sneer that rose within me.


    His expression darkened considerably before he finally found his voice. “Antoni… how did you discover that Alice and the others were hiding at Amon’s ce? And if you had everything so meticulously nned, how did Alice and Makenna’s son—the two biggest bargaining chips—manage to slip through your fingers?”


    At the mention of this, amusement drained from my eyes, instantly reced by a sh of barely leashed fury.


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    Having endured countless hardships to escape the werewolf territory, I moved like a shadow, keeping close to the Wizard n’s eldest prince. His trust in me deepened until he began entrusting me with critical missions.


    Most vexing among these was the order to locate the Wizard n’s second prince and bring him home.


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    Nothing about this quest would prove straightforward.


    Through my investigations, I stumbled upon a revtion that left me both shocked and seething with fury. The Wizard n’s second prince was none other than Jett!


    When Marehelm’s citizens fell victim to the devastating magic potion, I dispatched Alex to threaten the three princes and Makenna, hoping to exploit the chaos to capture Jett.


    But to my bitter surprise, Makenna and herpanions managed to develop an antidote independently, shattering my controlpletely. Refusing to ept defeat, I sent assassins after Jett, but he still managed to slip through my.


    The Wizard n’s eldest prince made his displeasure painfully clear with my failures.


    He fixed me with an icy re and delivered his ultimatum. “Antoni, if you continue to be this useless, don’t me me for being ruthless. The Wizard n has no ce for ipetence.”


    I lowered my head, swallowing the bitter pill of frustration while maintaining a facade of respect. “Your Highness, please grant me one more chance. I will catch Jett andplete the mission.”


    The eldest prince’s dismissive snort cut through the air as he waved me away.


    As I turned to leave, helplessness washed over me like a bitter tide.


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