The Villain’s Cheat Code: When a Gamer Becomes the Evil God’s Sidekick Chapter 446: My Favorite Minotaur Plot

As soon as the Crown Prince finished speaking, Viktor narrowed his eyes, sinking into contemplation.

Could a prince's promise be trusted?

But that wasn't the real question.

Was it because he saw the throne was beyond reach, so he chose to give up?

Or had he never intended to compete with his family mbers for power in the first place?

It's worth noting that the head of the Reiser family had recently returned to the capital.

Viktor couldn't believe that the Reiser family had no ambitions for the throne.

Otherwise, why would the Reiser family consistently support the Crown Prince?

Moreover, the Crown Prince himself must have had designs on the throne.

Whether it was the noble and perfect image he cultivated among the capital's citizens, or his series of military achievents at the southern border.

He even brought back a dragon's head as a trophy.

All these seed to indicate Albanie's desire for the throne.

Viktor remained imrsed in thought.

The ga hadn't provided much detail about the backgrounds and experiences of the two princes.

After all, both of them would eventually beco sacrifices in the struggle for the throne.

Aurelianne, who beca the Empress, rcilessly condemned her two brothers and sentenced them to death.

At this mont, seeing Viktor deep in thought, the Crown Prince added:

"If you're still concerned, I can announce this publicly right away."

For a prince, such a public declaration was almost equivalent to being determined to abandon the throne.

The royal family's honor could not be tarnished, and their words must be kept.

Otherwise, public trust in the royal family would be seriously undermined.

Even if the Crown Prince later regretted this action, the living Emperor Aubrey would not allow him to go back on his word.

So, Viktor believed him and nodded slightly in acknowledgnt.

Although even if the Crown Prince hadn't said this, Viktor could ensure the throne would be safely inherited by the Princess.

But this was, after all, a prince's request.

Being able to pay such a heavy price, Viktor was also curious about the Crown Prince's true intentions:

"How do you want to assist you?"

Hearing Viktor's response, the Crown Prince seed to have put down a heavy burden, his shoulders visibly relaxing as he let out a long breath:

"The war in the south can only hold out for two more months at most."

"Within these two months, I just need you to go there once and resolve the monsters that have appeared."

Viktor nodded understandingly and calmly replied:

"I can help you, and you don't need to announce your abdication of the throne."

This response clearly caught the Crown Prince by surprise.

He widened his eyes, montarily stunned.

His gaze fixed on a surging nebula wave, lost in thought.

As a prince, he certainly understood what Viktor was considering.

He himself was well aware that there were many noble families, wealthy rchants, and military forces supporting his ascension to the throne.

These forces backing the Crown Prince from behind the scenes would naturally be unwilling to see him withdraw from the competition.

If he truly announced his abdication, these people would certainly be the first to stand up in opposition.

At that ti, the entire empire's political landscape might fall into chaos.

The Crown Prince was deeply aware of the severity of this and nodded, showing complete understanding:

"I understand your aning."

"But I still want to thank you again, Councilor Kravina."

He straightened one hand and placed it beside his forehead, giving Viktor a military salute.

Viktor nodded in return, acknowledging his salute.

"The door is over there, I won't see you out."

The Crown Prince heard Viktor's words and nodded.

He also understood that, given their different positions now, being seen together would obviously have negative implications.

But when he turned around, he was sowhat confused.

There was no door anywhere around here?

But at that mont, the misty starry sky behind him, floating with wave-like magical power, suddenly revealed a wide door.

On both sides of the door, fine, fluffy ripples of magical power gently floated, and the gem-like crystal clear door slowly opened to both sides.

A light blue water curtain erged from the center of the door, like breathing, creating waves of pulsating ripples.

This coolness made the Crown Prince more clear-headed, and Albanie's heart trembled slightly.

Magic was truly amazing.

He adjusted his armor, wore a kind smile, and said to Viktor:

"Baron Viktor, I look forward to seeing you again at the banquet in a few days."

After saying this, he turned and walked towards the open magical door.

The water film in the center of the door rippled, and the azure light gradually swallowed his figure.

When the Crown Prince felt his feet on solid ground again, he slowly opened his eyes.

At this mont, he was already in the Arcane Hall, and there were still many students around.

When they saw his golden armor, they couldn't help but look at him with admiring gazes.

It was then that Albanie finally realized why, even at this ti, the Arcane Hall could gather so many students.

That magical 'instance dungeon' was probably the reason.

Whether for combat training or simply experiencing battle, these would make students willing to enter the dungeon.

Standing in the Arcane Hall, feeling the magical atmosphere surrounding him, Albanie couldn't help but sigh.

It was truly the empire's fortune to have soone like Viktor.

Recalling that Viktor had just agreed to his request, the Crown Prince felt a sense of relief; the most troubleso matter had finally found a solution.

Therefore, he was willing to let Aurelianne inherit the empire, as long as her presence could ensure Viktor wouldn't leave.

However...

When he thought about that day, when Owiser had traveled all the way from the capital to find him and told him many things:

"My respected brother, many things have happened in the capital recently."

The Second Prince's face, with that half-smile, seed as fake as a mask.

Albanie disliked it very much.

But Owiser told him many things.

About the news of their mother returning to the capital, and how their little sister had been chosen by their father as the future designated heir to the imperial throne.

When he heard the news that his little sister had been chosen, Albanie's heart also surged with an indescribable disappointnt.

After all, as a prince, how could he not aspire to that supre throne?

Despite establishing countless rits, in his father's eyes, it seed never enough.

He also knew that his father understood his situation best...

And having guarded the south for more than a decade, he had actually lost his qualification to compete for the throne.

If there was really an opportunity, he, Albanie, should have stayed in the capital instead of leading troops in the south.

Although he knew these things, when surrounded by countless admiring and supportive gazes, he couldn't bear to tell these people the truth.

Therefore, he could only give them hope again and again, telling them:

"Learn to be patient, we will eventually have our mont."

Albanie had always been like this, learning to be patient, controlling his emotions, always being gentle and friendly to others.

However, when Owiser said those words, he couldn't help but explode with anger for the first ti:

"Aurelianne is just a girl, the throne should not be inherited by her."

"We should take action earlier..."

As he spoke, he made a gesture of straightening his hand and swiping it across his neck twice.

And this was also the first ti Albanie felt such anger towards a family mber.

"Owiser, you beast!"

"Get out of here, never appear in the south, never appear before !"

Thinking back on that incident now, Albanie sighed.

That ti, he lost control of his emotions.

Although Owiser was smiling when speaking to him, Albanie still saw sothing obvious in his hypocritical and kind brother's eyes—

'Jealousy.'

If he, as the elder brother, had discovered it earlier, perhaps he could have corrected Owiser's character sooner.

But now, it was all too late.

Just like how he hadn't noticed Sapphirose's sudden disappearance for a month, causing the southern front to beco even more strained.

Suddenly, as if rembering sothing, he slightly paused his steps.

Why, exactly one month after Owiser's appearance, did the Monster Rift start to surge?

Thinking of this, before Albanie could make a move, three people passed by in front of him.

A head of golden long hair flashed before his eyes, making him slightly startled.

Was that just now... Duke Levi's daughter?

With this question, he beca particularly curious about the three people who had passed by.

Just as the Crown Prince was about to turn his head for a closer look, his gaze suddenly locked onto the woman in a long robe who was last in line.

Though the loose robe concealed her figure, he unconsciously sensed a familiar aura.

In that mont, Albanie's eyes burst with a ray of disbelief.

His lips moved, his voice slightly trembling:

"...Sapphirose?"

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