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"And sinc----

Prince Wyatt carefully digested everything he had heard and interrupted. "So, let me see if I understand this correctly... you came here to ask for help because you are afraid that your people might have enraged the Queen, and caused her to take action after all this time.." He paused, then continued ".. Am I right?".

"Yes" King Ameal nodded. Relief spread across his face when he saw that the Pirate in front of him had understood what he had said.

Prince Wyatt stared at the depressed king in pity. Pity was all that he could give, after all, he was the cause of his current plight.

"If it is like that, I fear that my assistance may be unavailable. To go against the Queen of the Vrymath kingdom is a course of action that I do not incline to undertake".

"But --"

\'Let me finish at least\' Prince Wyatt thought as the King immediately interrupted him.

King Ameal\'s eyes shot open as his lips trembled with plea. "Please, I know you are affiliated with Captain Crimson, who is as powerful, if not more powerful than Queen Mavena. And if you promise to help me, I will give you everything that remains of my kingdom, including ascendant techniques, enchanted weapons, alchemy pills, potions and many other things. I will even promise to be your eyes and ears in the Kingdom," he begged.

Prince Wyatt\'s eyes scanned King Ameal\'s body as he struggled to find the right words to say. Although he didn\'t know about the conspiracy between the people he killed the day before and the assassin who had kept their conversation to a minimum, he knew that he was the one who had killed them, not the Queen, so he had nothing to be afraid of.

But he couldn\'t just come out and say that. The prospect of getting his hands on ascendant techniques, enchanted weapons, alchemy pills, and potions was too tempting to pass up.

So, he opened his mouth once more, and pretended to speak with a heavy heart. "Fine, I\'ll help you" He exhaled dramatically.

"Really?" King Ameal\'s body trembled with hope.

"Yes. You are the only King who has shown us any goodwill since we set foot in the Vrymath Kingdom," Prince Wyatt said, nodding his head as though he and his heart had come to an agreement to do something good.

"Oh! And I don\'t know where you got that information from, but I am not affiliated with Captain Crimson eye" Prince Wyatt added with a frown.

King Ameal stared at him in disbelief. "But that lady, Miss Annabelle, she claimed she was part of Captain Crimson eye\'s crew" He added, hoping for an answer that would clear up his confusion.

"She did?" Prince Wyatt\'s frown deepened. The fact that Annabelle, his supposed student, had claimed to be part of Captain Crimson eye\'s crew instead of his was something he couldn\'t overlook.

"Yes, and she even confirmed it herself" King Ameal assured him.

If he went by this world\'s morals and standards, then she had betrayed him with her words. And the fact that she was the first person that he suspected with good reason when something had gone south was enough to show how telling this was.

\'No\' He thought \'That can\'t stand\'.

Prince Wyatt knew that he needed to rectify this betrayal. "Alright, now that we have gotten that out of the way, it\'s still too early. I\'ll come see you during the afternoon to finish our discussion and take care of other necessary matters" He nodded.

King Ameal stared at him in confusion. "But, it\'s already noon. I came here in the morning but you were busy…" He explained with a light cough. "… So I only returned this evening after the guard I stationed here told me that you were done".

Prince Wyatt\'s lips twitched as he understood King Ameal\'s haste. "As a King, wouldn\'t it be below you to make up such an insane lie?" He asked.

King Ameal gazed at Prince Wyatt in confusion "If you don\'t believe me, you can check your window to verify" He suggested.

Prince Wyatt\'s frown deepened as he thought this was all a ploy set up by King Ameal. He decided to play along. Perhaps this time, he would be able to collect some gold coins and a few beautiful women.

His lips curved slyly "Let me check". He swung the door closed and walked over to the window that was draped with thick curtains. The lighting in the room made it hard to tell if it was day or night outside.

The idea and execution were good since brothels were usually filled up during the night, and they needed to brighten it up as though it was during the day, and that was only for the regular customer, now imagine how well decorated and designed a VIP room would be made in the biggest brothel in the kingdom.

Prince Wyatt received his answers when he pulled back the heavy curtains he had drawn to shroud his activities in secrecy, and was met with a dazzling display of moonlight illuminating the bustling city below.

Prince Wyatt massaged his forehead with his fingers, "So you mean that we fucked throughout the day?" Not that he was complaining, but the fact they had lost track of time during sex was concerning.

He turned his head and gazed at the sleepy Nina. \'No wonder she is still asleep\' He thought.

With tired steps, Prince Wyatt walked forward and pulled the door open once again. He stared at King Ameal, who gazed back at him in silence.

He said "Give me a moment to freshen up, I\'ll meet you downstairs" With a tired sigh he closed the door after he had received a nod from King Ameal.

Casting a longing glance at Nina, as he made his way towards the bathroom, he couldn\'t help but lean in to give her a gentle kiss on the cheek before making his way to the bathroom to freshen up and prepare for his meeting downstairs.

"At least, it was a wonderful night -day" He chuckled.

…....….

Miracle Mountain,

Queen\'s Mavena Castle

In this world, there are only two types of Kings, Beck knew. The divide was not as simple as good versus evil, nor as black and white as tyrannical versus benevolent.

No, the difference was something far more profound, something that carved its way into the very fabric of existence. A chasm so deep, so wide, that it separated those who ruled from those who were ruled. A difference that would shape the fate of nations, and determine the course of history.

The conquerors, and the conquered.

Beck wondered if he was a conqueror. Here he was, standing at the front gates of the castle that belonged to the Miracle Queen. The area outside, and he was sure, both inside were filled with soldiers who were armed to the teeth and ready to take action against any sudden disturbance, with or without the Queen\'s orders.

In order words, it was a warning and a reminder for them to be mindful of their actions.

Regardless, Beck shook his head and chuckled.

"What\'s wrong your highness?" His messenger -the only person that had accompanied him up the mountain, was carrying a sack behind his back, which contained all the information and necessary documents pertaining to the Brylen Kingdom -His Kingdom.

"Don\'t worry, you won\'t get it" Beck\'s tone was filled with a hint of amusement.

True! No matter how hard he may try to explain to his loyal follower who had never experienced the overwhelming taste of power, and the weight that comes with it, he would never truly understand.

That was how the world works, and Beck saw it as a fitting system. A fitting system that could only be broken by a cataclysm event, and send them back to the foot of the ladder. Still, even though they had lost their riches, kingdoms, and almost all of their people, they were called kings -the Fallen Kings.

A term that proves how hard the mighty can fall, and how narrow the gates to Kinghood are.

"Whether there is no one here or not, it would be a bad idea for us to come here late".

It seemed that he was not the only one who had taken Queen Mavena\'s threats seriously and arrived early as a precaution. Nevertheless, Beck couldn\'t help but recognize that voice.

How could he not?

It was the voice of the man who had ambushed and threatened them in a frenzy as they had fled for their lives with the Moonlight\'s ice at their heels.

He turned around just in time to watch as the man swaggered in brazenly with two white-clad assassins by his side. Beck scanned his surroundings wearily, he was sure that there was a third assassin hiding somewhere in plain sight.

However, his efforts to locate the hidden assassin proved fruitless, so Beck redirected his attention to the man in front of him. He noticed that one of the assassins was carrying a sack on his back, a bag that he was certain contained the necessary documents and information about the current state of their kingdom.