"Young Master, it's , Jas. May I co in?"
Hearing Jas' voice, rlin was startled. He quickly disconnected from the system, moved Lyserra to his side, and slowly got out of bed.
"I'm still awake, Uncle Jas. Co in," he said, walking to the end of the room and turning on the light.
Clack!
The doorknob turned, and Jas stepped into the room.
"Sorry to disturb you, Young Master," Jas said, bowing his head slightly.
rlin smiled and waved casually.
"It's okay, Uncle," he replied, heading toward the sofa in the center of the room. "Do you need sothing?"
Jas closed the door, walked forward, and sat opposite rlin on the sofa.
"There are two things I want to discuss," Jas began. "First, while I was guarding the city of Dralmor, I felt a small earthquake. At first, I thought it was natural, but after investigating, it seems it was caused by a battle between powerful figures. I just wanted to make sure you're safe."
rlin raised an eyebrow. The battle Jas referred to must have been Lyserra's fight with the two assassins after him.
"The battle you're talking about… I know about it," rlin admitted.
"You know about it?" Jas asked, surprised.
rlin nodded, straightening his posture. "Yes. Earlier, when I was returning ho…"
He explained everything to Jas. The issue with the two assassins wasn't sothing that needed to be kept secret.
Moreover, Jas had co to the Tharot family mansion to protect him, so he needed to be aware of such a serious matter.
As Jas listened, his body stiffened. Anger surged through him, and his expression turned icy.
"Two assassins, you say? Do you know where they ca from?"
The Clay family had many enemies. He knew so of them, and it was possible that one was behind this.
If that were the case, he could launch a counterattack and eliminate them.
After all, rlin was the future of the Clay family. Directing murderous intent at him was essentially a declaration of war on the entire family.
"I don't know where they ca from," rlin admitted, shaking his head. "Lyserra ca back and went straight to sleep without giving any explanation. But don't worry—I'll ask her about it later."
Jas exhaled deeply and nodded in understanding.
"So, what's the second thing?"
"The second thing…" Jas said, looking at rlin seriously. "I just received a letter from Master. In it, he said that His Majesty the King wants to et you. The first princess also invited you for tea."
"The king wants to et ? And the princess invited for tea?" rlin was stunned.
The King of the Holy Kingdom of Aldoria, Vargan Solayne, was one of the most powerful people on the continent.
His strength was unparalleled, and no one dared challenge him.
Beyond his power, he was also cunning, with terrifying political acun. It was said he had even killed his own siblings to seize the throne.
The previous king had been furious about it, but by then, he no longer held any real power.
All the ministers and the support of many influential parties had fallen into Vargan's hands.
In the end, Vargan succeeded in becoming king—and remained so to this day.
Yet what caught rlin's attention most was the invitation from the first princess.
In the novel, the first princess was one of the heroines. Due to the cooperation between the Holy Kingdom of Aldoria and Abel, the relationship between him and the princess had quickly grown intense.
She had also played a crucial role in Abel's journey to power. By so asure, forty percent of his growth could be attributed to her assistance.
Now, unexpectedly, the princess had taken an interest in him and invited him for tea.
Suddenly, he rembered Abel and asked, "By the way, Uncle Jas, I want to ask sothing. Has the palace established any cooperation with a boy nad Abel?"
"Abel?" Jas frowned and shook his head. "No, Young Master. I've never heard of any connection between the palace and a boy nad Abel. Why do you ask?"
"It's nothing. I'm just curious." rlin smiled faintly and shook his head.
Abel still hadn't appeared. His fears were coming true.
In the future, the world would lack a protector capable of defeating the final boss—the Evil God Vorgrath.
"Oh, right. One more thing—I want to ask about my departure and the engagent party."
"You'll leave tomorrow. As for the engagent party, it will have to be postponed. But don't worry—the letter from Master should have already reached Lord Frederin, so you can relax."
rlin nodded slightly and said nothing more.
Since this was his father's order, he had no choice but to comply.
'A call from the king and an invitation from the princess… This can't be ordinary,' he muttered to himself.
…
"Damn it! How could this happen? Why would a dragon get involved?"
In a dark room, a middle-aged man growled in frustration.
He wore a black cloak, the hood drawn low over his face.
If Lyserra had been there, she would have recognized him imdiately—he was the sa man who had sent two assassins after rlin.
"I had calculated everything. rlin Clay should have been captured. So why did it fail?"
He spread out a map covered in hundreds of dots. Anyone familiar with astronomy would recognize it as a star map.
This star map was an ancient artifact, said to reveal a person's fortune and destiny.
According to it, rlin Clay had not been under anyone's protection for the past two days.
By all logic, his two n should have captured him.
But that hadn't happened. The star map had made a fatal mistake, and it was the first ti such an error had ever occurred.
"This cannot be allowed," he muttered through gritted teeth. "rlin Clay was destined to die within a few years, yet now his fate has beco unreadable."
"Instead, the boy's destiny is weakening every day. This cannot be allowed. He is a pawn for the resurrection of the evil god Vorgrath. I cannot let a plan that has been in motion for thousands of years be destroyed so easily. I must act."
His eyes flashed coldly, brimming with undisguised murderous intent.
For the sake of the god's revival he had waited for, he could not allow rlin Clay to survive.
…
Morning…
"What? You're leaving?" Luna exclaid in disbelief.
Frederin, Iris, and Jas exchanged helpless glances.
Frederin and Iris, in particular, had not expected rlin to be summoned by the palace.
rlin and Luna's engagent party would inevitably have to be postponed again.
Frederin didn't know the exact date, but according to the letter he had received last night, it could be several years from now.
He didn't mind personally. But he feared that rlin might fall in love with another girl and abandon his daughter.
If that happened, wouldn't it be a loss for him? And wouldn't the Tharot family lose an extraordinary prospective son-in-law?
anwhile, rlin looked at Luna with a gentle expression.
He stroked her head and said, "Yes, I have to go. I'm sorry."
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