Chapter 110: Your Highness, Let

In the corridor outside the secret chamber.

"There, there, I'm perfectly fine."

Xia Xia Mingyu stroked the silken golden hair of the girl in his arms and said softly.

"Boge, how long did it take me to absorb the magic crystal?"

Only after Miss Anliya's emotions had calmed slightly did he remove his hand and ask the boy beside him, who had also let out a long breath.

"My lord, you remained in the secret chamber for exactly four days and three nights."

Boge replied respectfully, his hawk-like eyes flickering with a trace of admiration as he gazed at the deep purple text hovering above the prince's head.

Unlike others, he knew that just a few months ago, the prince had been a careerless man, yet in such a short time, he had shattered through barriers one after another until reaching the Morning Star rank.

This could no longer be called genius—it was as if a god had descended upon the mortal world!

"Four days and three nights…"

Xia Xia Mingyu glanced out the window at the pitch-black sky and finally understood why so many had waited outside the chamber—they had feared for his life.

"Lady Rosa, Knights Luo Yi and Luo Lan, thank you for your concern," Xia Xia Mingyu bowed slightly to them in gratitude.

"Your Highness is too courteous—you are the most honored guest in Foxfire Castle's history. If anything had happened to you, I fear I would have to go straight to meet my husband."

Rosa smiled bitterly; for these four days, the old woman had eaten poorly and slept poorly, terrified that the prince might suffer an accident absorbing the Thunder Magic Crystal—should that happen, she feared she would have to take her own life just to preserve a shred of dignity.

"My Lord, you must truly take better care of yourself—my late father would have wished nothing more than to see you safe and well."

Luo Yi rushed to Xia Xia Mingyu's side, clasping his hands in anguish.

If the prince had perished, no one would be left to bless his future children. Heaven knew how unbearable these days of waiting had been—it was no exaggeration to say it felt like losing his own father.

"Uh, I'll be sure to next time."

Being so warmly clasped by a middle-aged man a full generation older than himself made Xia Xia Mingyu deeply uncomfortable, so he offered vague replies and quickly pulled free.

"My Lord, your newly acquired career must grant you abilities related to harvest, correct?"

Gazing at the deep purple text, Rosa narrowed her eyes.

Xia Xia Mingyu nodded, tacitly confirming it.

"My Lord, would you permit me to require everyone here—including your servants and maids—to swear an oath not to reveal your career?"

Upon receiving confirmation, Rosa's expression turned solemn, and she spoke with grave seriousness.

"Lady Rosa, I will certainly honor your request—but might I first know the reason?" Xia Xia Mingyu asked.

At this, the old woman scanned the room, her gaze lingering briefly on each face, confirming their trustworthiness before speaking slowly:

"My father, the former Earl of Marsha, once spent vast sums attempting to mass-produce the advanced career of Harvester, to alleviate famine in the Southern Region."

"But just as the plan began to show promise, he suddenly fell gravely ill—a Crescent Knight once capable of holding off a thousand enemies—within days, he became a withered husk, even breathing requiring the aid of maids."

"How absurd!"

As she spoke, a cold hatred surfaced on Rosa's deeply lined face, as if someone had murdered her father.

"My father refused this disgrace—he chose death to preserve his honor."

"After his death, every single Harvester painstakingly trained by him died under inexplicable circumstances—all without exception—even those who fled the Southern Region were later confirmed dead."

"Even the research data on how to mass-produce Harvesters with minimal resources was burned to ashes in a sudden, mysterious fire."

"Could all this be mere coincidence? Someone must have despised it enough to strike with poison," Rosa sneered.

At these words, everyone present fell into deep thought.

Who? Who would kill a count just to eliminate Harvesters?

Harvesters increase crop yields and ensure food abundance—surely no one in this world would oppose people having enough to eat?

And to achieve this level of control, the perpetrator must command a vast network—meaning the mastermind in Sosia must hold the highest rank and power.

Slowly, all clues pointed to one man—a monarch long regarded by the world as utterly mad.

At that moment, Luo Yi, face dark, slammed his fist into the wall.

Boom!

A muffled crash—the corridor wall shattered instantly, bricks and stones spraying in all directions, dust filling the air.

His fist sank deep into the wall, cracks spreading like spiderwebs across the surface, the entire wall trembling precariously.

Veins bulged on his face, his breath came ragged, and his eyes burned with uncontrollable rage.

"What are you doing, showing disrespect before the prince, Luo Yi!" Rosa immediately rebuked sharply.

Seeing the new moon knight suddenly lose control, Boge instantly raised his hand to shield Xia Xia Mingyu and Miss Anliya.

Under everyone's gaze, Luo Yi slowly knelt before Xia Xia Mingyu.

"Prince Xia Mingyu, everyone here is family—I'll speak plainly," Luo Yi said, his voice thick with fury.

"The man who killed my grandfather is also the indirect murderer of my father—he is that damned Glutton King, Lu En Sosia!"

"The Marsha family has long suspected the killer—but what can we do? Sosia has dragons, its elite knight orders—we can only endure and submit."

Luo Yi gritted his teeth, his face twisting with grief and indignation—he clearly saw this as a profound humiliation.

"But the blood feud of two generations of the Marsha family will not vanish—and the debt of gratitude we owed Sosia has been repaid through a century of loyal service!"

"And now you have come, My Lord. The Marsha family may be no match for Sosia—but with your fourteen hundred million blessings, you will surely one day wield power equal to, or even greater than, the Glutton King!"

"Your integrity and kindness, we have long known—you are the only dawn in the Southern Region!"

"The Marsha family pledges itself to your banner—and all other Southern lords already harbor resentment toward Sosia and gratitude toward you, who blesses their children."

"All we need is for you to gather sufficient strength—then we shall form a united army and tear the crown from Sosia's head!"

Luo Yi declared passionately—no one knew how many times he had rehearsed this speech in his study.

Here we go again… Xia Xia Mingyu's lip twitched.

This scene gave him a strange sense of déjà vu.

He looked helplessly toward Rosa—only to find her gaze had shifted from reprimand to approval, clearly endorsing Luo Yi's lengthy speech.

"Get up first. It's too early to speak of this—wait until I reach the Sun Wheel rank before we consider openly raising an army to overthrow the Glutton King."

Helpless, Xia Xia Mingyu had no choice but to help Luo Yi to his feet.

"My Lord, with your extraordinary talent, you will surely achieve Sun Wheel rank within ten years."

Seeing the prince personally assist him, Luo Yi beamed.

Later, at Xia Xia Mingyu's request, no one swore oaths—only pledged their honor not to reveal his career name.

Meanwhile.

Nightingale Tavern.

Damien, a weary worker after a long day, finally clocked out.

"You've worked hard, Damien—here's your pay for this month."

The bartender Feke walked over, clapped his shoulder, and handed him a small bag—filled entirely with copper Sors.

In all of Dusk City, this was undoubtedly a high wage.

But Feke quickly noticed that, unlike usual, Damien did not smile upon receiving the bag—he stared instead at an empty chair at a nearby table, his expression hollow with loss.

"You kid, you don't fancy that lord from Foxfire Castle, do you?" Feke asked suspiciously.

"Impossible! I'd never fall for a man!"

The furious poet gripped the man's neck and shook him violently until his eyes rolled back before finally letting go.

"I just can't repay the Starfire Lord's kindness. To him, it may have been a trivial act—but it nearly saved my life."

"I once wanted to repay him with the most beautiful song I could sing—but he seemed to dislike my voice, and since then, he has never appeared again."

The silver-haired poet's face was shadowed with sorrow, his androgynously beautiful features flickering with melancholy under the dim light—exuding an irresistible allure.

Even Feke, a seasoned womanizer, was momentarily stunned. When he snapped back to himself, he slapped his own face hard, repeatedly reminding himself this was a man with a penis to regain his composure.

"Didn't the Lord himself say? If you want to repay him with your song, just go to Foxfire Castle and find him," Feke said slowly.

"But right now, I think you should be more worried about how to keep this month's pay away from your drunken bastard of a father."

At this, the silver-haired poet's brow furrowed tightly, his long fingers clenching the money bag.

"Honestly, I've met plenty of scum—but your father is pure, refined, elevated scum. I suggest you kick him out and take your sister with you—I can give you a place to stay."

Feke offered warmly.

"No—I checked the law. I can leave, but I can't take Alice with me." Damien shook his head.

"He's still technically a noble—if I take my young sister, I'll be arrested for kidnapping by the city guards."

"Ha, noble? He doesn't even deserve the title," Feke sneered.

"What if you just flee Dusk City?"

"Sigh—only Dusk City is this peaceful in all of Sosia. If I leave, you'll probably find me in some brothel or nobleman's bed."

Damien smiled bitterly—he had a clear understanding of his position in this world.

He was a weakling, utterly powerless, yet irresistibly tempting to those who craved to crush him.

"There'll be a day you rise up—maybe that bastard will just drink himself to death," Feke offered sympathetically.

To spare his only friend worry, the silver-haired poet forced a smile.

"Mm."

(End of Chapter)