Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 422 - 274: The Fury of the Green King (1)

Chapter 422: Chapter 274: The Fury of the Green King (1)

Seeing Miss Angelica with a pale face that was still shivering uncontrollably,

although Princess Carol had many questions she wanted answered, she knew through those eyes that now was not the time to ask. Clenching her teeth, she promptly embraced Angelica and dashed straight to her father’s study.

At the end of the meeting, Princess Carol had seen the Emperor invite Qin Chu to the study to discuss some important matters, and heading there now would very likely lead her directly to them both.

Princess Carol’s strength was notable. With a light tap of her tiptoe on the ground, her graceful body could instantly sweep across a distance of tens of meters ahead.

Nothing but the howling wind filled her ears.

In the core area of the Imperial Palace, maids and guards were everywhere. Seeing someone sprint madly while carrying a woman prompted curiosity about what exactly was happening.

But as soon as they saw that it was Princess Carol, they immediately ceased to be surprised.

After all, given this Princess’s nature, no matter what she did seemed naturally within character.

Angelica’s body was extremely weak, having died once before; this kind of weakness was not short-lived.

This compared somewhat unfavorably to the rebirth of the Demon Prince Diaberlic, who was fully rejuvenated and could immediately recover the combat strength of his prime.

For Angelica, it really was a gamble, with only a ten percent chance of success.

However, while Diaberlic’s rebirth could only happen once, Angelica’s life or death, with enough luck, could keep being gambled on, although the ten percent chance each time was indeed too small...

Her breathing was still rapid, but her swollen eyes sparkled with hope.

She hoped it was not too late.

"Miss Angelica, what exactly has happened?" On the move, Princess Carol could no longer hold back, maintaining high speed as she quickly asked. In her heart, she cursed the Imperial Palace she always lived in—damn, why was it so big?

Usually, it didn’t seem so noticeable, but now it felt like the distance to her father’s study was just too far.

Angelica was still gasping for air, but she managed to reply, "Someone... is plotting to kill Qin Chu."

Princess Carol’s eyes hardened.

Despite Angelica’s brief answer, it immediately made Carol’s thoughts diverge. The incident had happened inside the Imperial Palace, meaning someone there intended to assassinate Hero? It suggested that no matter whether it was the doing of someone from the Royal Family or not, in the end, it would be attributed to the Royal Family.

Damnable, wasn’t this worse than Angelica’s own murder attempt?

This world, why would there always be scoundrels wanting to sabotage the fragile hope that the Sky Dome Continent had just begun to grasp?

Princess Carol increased her speed again.

She didn’t know how much time passed before the Emperor’s study finally came into view.

Too impatient to announce herself, Princess Carol’s slender leg kicked up, and with a loud smack, she kicked the door open and barged in holding Angelica.

Inside, Wozworth saw Carol and his face was filled with resignation.

This daughter of his, flawless in figure and appearance, had only one problem—her temperament could be quite terrible.

Now she had even dared kick the door of his own study. Wozworth could hardly imagine what she might do in the future.

But quickly, Wozworth noticed the very weak Angelica in Carol’s arms, and his expression shifted, "What’s the situation?"

Princess Carol’s gaze swept the study. "Where is Hero?"

"He just left. What exactly happened?" Wozworth asked again.

"There’s no time...," Angelica took a deep breath, striving to adjust her condition and struggled out of Carol’s arms.

The moment her legs touched the ground, they buckled, almost making her fall, but Carol caught her quickly.

Angelica didn’t bother with any customary formalities. She forewent a greeting and directly stated, "Your Majesty the Emperor..."

"Your consorts, Angela Gede and Sharon Delays... are members of the Blissful Witch Association," said Angelica hurriedly.

Hum...

At those words, Wozworth’s mind clanged as if struck by a great bell.

Even with his formidable strength, the shock of this message was too intense, even the Emperor himself could hardly bear it.

His dark complexion instantly paled, and his large eyes rounded in astonishment.

Angela Gede and Sharon Delays were members of the Blissful Witch Association? He believed Angelica knew very well her position as the devoted maid to Hero and his most favored women; she would not jest about such matters without cause.

But... how could this be possible?

These were women Wozworth had married in the recent years, whom he cherished the most of all his consorts.

Not one to be lost in their gentle care, yet with these two women, he indeed held them in deep affection—although not to the extent of absolute submissiveness, he generally fulfilled all their reasonable requests.

They were docile, adorable, and clingy. Over these years, the number of times Wozworth favored other princesses paled in comparison to the instances with Sharon and Angela.

But now, to hear from Angelica that they were members of the Blissful Witch Association?

They had even borne him two princes.

Those... those princes, were they truly his sons?

In an instant, Wozworth’s face turned ashen and his limbs grew ice-cold as he staggered back uncontrollably, eventually sitting down heavily in a chair, his rough hands gripping the armrests tightly.

With a crack.

Under excessive force, the solid wood armrest was crushed into splinters that slipped through the cracks of Wozworth’s fingers.

Such a significant reaction from her father also shocked Princess Carol. She was unaware of the Witch Association’s affairs, but she could clearly sense that this matter was serious.

Wozworth was indeed an Emperor.

Though nearly exploding in a moment and barely catching his breath, he suppressed the urge to lash out, instead taking deep, forceful breaths, "Miss Angelica, please continue."

"Princess Angela and Princess Sharon planned to use you, your majesty, to kill the Hero."

Angelica recounted everything she had overheard to Wozworth. The tale frightened Carol so much that if their plan were to succeed, the Sky Dome Continent would surely plunge into chaos, and the Royal Family would likely suffer a crushing disaster.

After speaking in one breath, Angelica paused briefly before adding, "Your Majesty, I don’t have any evidence to prove my words. I can only assure you that I absolutely didn’t lie."

Wozworth waved his hand broadly, his face breaking into a twisted, vicious smile, "It’s fine, Miss Angelica. Whether you lied or not, we’ll see soon enough if someone comes to notify me of an affair like you mentioned."

Wozworth was smiling.

But both girls could feel just how terrible the Emperor’s anger was.

Perhaps, in his heart, the Emperor was also hoping.

Hoping that this was just a lie made up by Angelica.

He simply sat in his chair, quietly waiting as time ticked by, each second unusually torturous and tense. Even the normally spirited Carol dared not say much at this time.

Suddenly, Wozworth lifted his head.

His gaze turned towards somewhere outside the study, his face briefly showing sorrow before swiftly settling into serenity.

Wozworth gestured, "Carol, take Miss Angelica and hide behind..."

Carol’s heart trembled for a moment; her father’s voice was cold, devoid of emotion.

No wonder, from the conversation between Angelica and Wozworth, Carol gradually understood what kind of organization the Witch Association was. Her most beloved Princess was actually a member, no wonder her father was overwhelmed.

She wanted to offer comfort but didn’t know how to begin. Perhaps to her father, any comfort would only salt his wounds. She decided to leave the matter to her father to handle, and Carol helped Angelica hide behind a bookshelf.

It wasn’t long before they heard hurried footsteps approaching.

The person wasn’t yet in sight, but a woman’s crisp voice was already audible.

"Your Majesty, something terrible has happened!"

That was Sharon’s voice.

Wozworth rubbed his forehead and, as he lifted his head again, his face had regained its smile.

Over the past few days, Wozworth had ordered his subordinates to hunt down members of the Witch Association scattered throughout the Imperial City, rooting out a large number of them involving civilians, merchants, nobles...

The husbands and boyfriends of these women, upon finding out how filthy their women were, were either devastated or enraged.

At that time, Wozworth even felt some pity for those men. Who could have imagined that now he would be the one caught in this mess?

The Witch Association... Recalling the filthy scenes from the cleanup of the Witch Association, thinking of his most cherished Princess indulging in such acts...

He was truly enraged.

Soon, Princess Sharon appeared at the doorway of the study, seemingly puzzled by the broken door.

"Ah, Carol did that. I’ll have someone fix it later," Wozworth said cheerfully.

Sharon immediately understood, knowing the Princess’s disposition was capable of anything.

While reading, Wozworth lifted his head, his face full of affection, "My dearest Sharon, are you here for something?"

Wozworth stood up, stretching his furry arms towards Sharon, seemingly tired from reading and wanting to hold Sharon close for some affection.

But Sharon’s body was like a soft water snake, silently slipping out from Wozworth’s embrace.

"Your Majesty..." her face was filled with urgency and fear, "Trouble is brewing; someone is harassin’ Angela in the palace... Please go save her."

Wozworth’s face instantly darkened, like an enraged lion, "What did you say?"

The book in his hand seemed unable to withstand the force Wozworth had just unleashed, disintegrating into powder.

"Damn it, which bastard dares to lay hands on my woman?"

Wozworth roared in fury, his lips a livid blue, trembling uncontrollably, his expression becoming somewhat ferocious.

The twisted expression on Wozworth’s face pleased Sharon internally, her simple words igniting the foolish gorilla’s anger, sealing Qin Chu’s fate for sure.

The crimson gaze fixedly staring at Sharon was so fierce that even Sharon felt a touch of fear, fortunate that the rage in that gaze was directed at Qin Chu, truly frightening.

"Sharon, lead me to that wretch!"