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Chapter 274: The King is Overthrown Chapter 274: The King is Overthrown Still, he couldn’t act.

Not now.

Not when she held his secret in the palm of her hand.

She had touched a nerve far deeper than she knew, his image.

Because if even one person found out that the “brilliant second prince,” the so called business genius of the Kingdom, had been secretly relying on his baby sister since she was younger… Everything would crumble.

His status.

His legacy.

His empire.

And worst of all, his pride.

As Obinna was about to leave the room, hand already on the doorknob, Nnenna’s voice called out softly behind him.

“Second brother,” she said.

It wasn’t stern.

It wasn’t sarcastic.

It was gentle, uncharacteristically gentle, and that alone made him pause.

He turned slightly, surprised.

Her tone had none of the usual edge, none of the fire he was growing used to.

She wasn’t mocking him.

She wasn’t trying to bait him into another round of back and forth.

She just… spoke.

“I want to give you a piece of advice,” she said, looking at him with eyes that held no malice.

Only calm conviction.

“Try to do these things yourself.” Obinna stared at her, expression unreadable.

He blinked once.

“I believe that you can,” she continued, her voice steady.

“If you would only give yourself the chance.” Her words weren’t a challenge.

They were an offering.

An olive branch, maybe.

Or a dare wrapped in encouragement.

Obinna felt something tighten in his chest.

A knot of emotion that he didn’t quite know how to name.

Because for all the pride he wrapped himself in, for all the control and authority he insisted on holding, he didn’t actually believe in himself like that.

Not really.

Not the way she just said it.

But she did.

She believes I can do it… She, the one who had quietly carried his business behind the scenes, the one he used to command around like a loyal servant, she actually thought he had potential.

And that realization stunned him more than any insult she could’ve thrown.

The hostility in his eyes began to drain, slowly.

Like storm clouds thinning under unexpected sunlight.

She wasn’t attacking him.

She was telling him he was capable.

For a moment, neither of them said anything.

The silence was oddly full, thick with something new, something unfamiliar between them.

Respect, maybe.

Then Obinna turned away and walked out, the laptop under one arm, Nnenna’s words echoing in his head.

They didn’t just fade into the air, they stayed.

They lingered.

They lodged themselves deep.

By the time he reached the hallway, the seed had already been planted.

Maybe I don’t need to hire anyone else.

Maybe I can try… just once.

His original plan, find someone, anyone, to replace Nnenna and do the thinking for him, suddenly didn’t feel right anymore.

It felt weak.

Lazy.

Hollow.

And he hated feeling hollow.

So he paused in the corridor, laptop still warm against his arm, and for the first time in a long while, he let himself think not like a prince, but like a student again.

What if I actually tried?

What if he sat down, did the work, and figured it out for himself?

It wouldn’t happen overnight.

It might not even come easy.

But Nnenna believed he could do it.

And that was enough to make him want to try.

Nnenna let out a long sigh as the door clicked shut behind Obinna.

She didn’t waste time celebrating her victory, she just turned and went back to her work, determined to keep her momentum.

There was no time to relax.

No time to bask in satisfaction.

Not with everything happening around her.

The castle had grown heavier these past few days.

Not physically, but in atmosphere.

In silence.

In tension that lived in the corners of every room with the war going on in Purlit.

A week had passed in the blink of an eye.

Nnenna barely noticed it, too buried in her responsibilities and plans.

She made sure Head Manager Abel never saw her face even once.

He had been trying to find ways to get close to her lately, though he would never say it directly.

His questions had become more specific.

His glances lingered longer than before.

He was curious.

Suspicious, even.

He seemed to have started to form thoughts about her, maybe even conclusions, and she didn’t like that.

So she kept her distance, made herself hard to reach.

Hard to read.

She couldn’t afford to be careless with Abel.

The tension in the wider world was beginning to spill into their borders.

Whispers of the war in Purlit were growing louder, more urgent.

And then, one morning, the whisper became a thunderclap The king of Purlit, Ruth’s father, had been overthrown.

Nnenna felt the chill in the air when the news was announced.

It spread like a cold wind through the castle corridors.

The kind of news that made everyone stop what they were doing.

The royal family of Purlit had been imprisoned.

All of them.

The weight of it settled hard on the palace, but especially on Abuchi.

He hadn’t been himself since.

She noticed it in the way he walked, faster, tighter.

Like he was constantly on the verge of doing something reckless.

And then, inevitably, it boiled over.

He exploded.

A full blown argument erupted between him and Obinna just a few days after the news arrived.

Loud enough that servants whispered about it.

Abuchi had demanded that they send full military aid to Purlit.

Obinna refused, citing one of the rules, No kingdom receives our military support unless there is a marriage or notable alliance, not just an engagement.

“But she’s my fiancée!” Abuchi had yelled.

“And not your wife!” Obinna shot back, unshaken.

“We don’t bend the rules for feelings.” It wasn’t often Obinna had the upper hand in their fights, but this time, the law had his back.

And with their eldest brother, the actual heir, still away on official business, nobody could override Obinna’s interpretation of the rules.

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