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The Majestic Heir Chapter 14 - Food Eating Competition
"Sir, I have given your business card to Mr. Belmont, as you instructed." Lyman was about to close the door of the Cadillac for Arthur when a second man stopped him. "Come in." Usually, Lyman wasn’t in the same car as Arthur, but this time his master had instructed him to come along. "I’m still curious, how did you figure out that the Flower painting was the original?" After telling the driver to proceed, Arthur’s face showed signs of restlessness. He couldn’t feel at ease until he secured that painting. "Do you still remember Elizabeth's painting style?" Maria Elizabeth, a legendary painter who passed away almost a century ago, had a tendency to subtly and uniquely blend her name into one part of the objects she painted. "Yes, the name embedded, right?" Arthur replied. "I saw it in Oliver’s painting." "Exactly! But that’s what sets it apart from Mr. Belmont’s painting. The name Elizabeth in Oliver's painting was written in a brighter color, different from all the other colors i
The Majestic Heir Chapter 15 - Very Slow
"To the ten registered participants, please make your way to the podium." The announcer's voice echoed throughout the restaurant hall, met with loud applause from the audience. As instructed, one by one, the contestants, all of whom were quite overweight, ascended the platform. Among them, Atticus, the heaviest contestant, received the warmest reception. "Atticus, my idol! You’re definitely going to win again this time!" Nine participants had already taken their places in front of the tables set up for them. Only the last table remained empty. "Mr. Augusto Blackwood, please make your way to the podium." The announcer called for Augusto a third time, awaiting his decision. "Since contestant number ten is absent, I have decided to..." But before he could finish his sentence, someone suddenly appeared from the crowd and climbed onto the stage. "Wait. I’m here to represent Augusto." As Marc stepped forward, the entire hall fell silent for a brief moment, before erupting in laughte
The Majestic Heir Chapter 16 - The Decisive Round
"He's got some nerve asking for more dishes?" someone in the audience shouted, their voice ringing with disbelief. "He's completely shameless!" The audience, already on edge, rose from their seats to protest. But as the camera, mounted high on the hall ceiling and aimed at Marc’s table, captured the moment, every single one of them froze in disbelief. “Th-this can’t be real…” When everyone thought the winner was clear, they realized how wrong they had been. On the giant screen, it was evident—Marc’s bowls and trays were completely clean. Not a trace of eggs, noodles, or meat remained. Even the chicken bones were stripped bare, leaving no scraps of meat behind. Even Atticus, who had been laughing triumphantly moments ago, confident in his victory, fell silent. “What? He finished his food?” His face showed an expression of utter shock and confusion. “Why are you just standing there?” Marc turned to the host, who was still paralyzed in disbelief. “Come on, bring out the next dish!”
The Majestic Heir Chapter 17 - The Final Tactic
“Y-you…” The host clenched his fists, his face tense with frustration. How could the competition continue when it was clear to everyone that Atticus was at his limit? Granting Marc’s request would only guarantee the defeat of the overweight youth, something the host was desperate to avoid. “What is going on here? Why hasn’t he done anything yet?” Reed slammed the table, clearly dissatisfied with the host’s efforts. With a sharp gesture, he motioned for the host to follow him backstage. “What are you thinking? Aren’t you listening to me?” Reed barked, letting his anger explode. “I’m sorry, Mr. Kensington. It’s not that I haven’t done anything, but…” The host bowed his head deeply, his voice faltering. “I don’t want to hear any excuses!” Reed raised his hand to silence him. He had already contacted the television network and secured Atticus a spot in a larger-scale mukbang competition. Letting Atticus lose now, especially to someone as unknown and frail-looking as Marc, would be a
The Majestic Heir Chapter 18 - Revenge
Augusto rubbed his eyes, uncertain how long he had been asleep. “Oh no, I must have missed the competition,” he said with a trembling voice, full of regret. The last thing he remembered was someone pressing his nose shut before he lost consciousness. However, as he looked around, he rubbed his eyes again. "Where am I?" he said, scanning his surroundings. It was a bed in a clean room. Before he could process where he was, his gaze fell upon a certificate on the nightstand. "Augusto Blackwood." "I... won this competition?" As his hand reached for the trophy with his name on it, beneath it was a check for twenty thousand dollars. Under the check was another piece of paper. "I hope your mother recovers soon." Augusto couldn’t stop the tears flowing down from both corners of his eyes. "Thank you, sir. Whoever you are, I will never forget your kindness." Meanwhile, elsewhere, Marc walked with a smile on his face, recalling everything he had experienced that day. "What a truly wo
The Majestic Heir Chapter 19 - Sending the People
At the edge of a pool in the backyard of a luxurious mansion in the heart of the city, three young men were sitting on a bench by the pool, each holding a glass of drink. “Boss, we've sent a few people to accompany Atticus. They should have taken care of that bastard named Marc by now,” Rowan said confidently. He had personally selected the four trained bodyguards earlier. “And I’ve given them weapons,” Caspian chimed in. “Not that I doubt the skills of these bodyguards, but wouldn’t it be more fun if they had to shoot Marc as he tries to run away, terrified out of his mind?” Caspian couldn’t help but laugh at the thought. Reed remained silent. Lying on a lounge chair, his face showed he hadn’t been able to shake off the frustration in his heart. “No one should mess with the Kensington family, or they’ll be destroyed. This kid has surely messed everything up.” After witnessing Atticus lose in the competition in such a humiliating way, the only thing that could ease his anger w
The Majestic Heir Chapter 20 - The Raid
Five minutes before the clock struck midnight. "Everyone, get ready." The man, the leader of this team, opened three cases and ordered his members to grab their weapons and magazines. "We don't know who or what is inside. You are authorized to shoot if you feel threatened." Earlier, they had received intel and a briefing from Bachary. "One of their members is carrying an expensive painting, which is most likely stolen or embezzled property. Make sure to secure the painting or any other valuable items if you see them." As per Darla's orders, the team Bachary hired for this raid was a private security force with years of experience in field operations. Aside from rescuing hostages, they were also trained to neutralize armed threats. Dong-dong-dong! At exactly midnight, the sound of bells echoed. Out of nowhere, a thin mist began to envelop the entire area. Combined with the dim lighting of the place, their visibility became severely impaired. The security team was about to
The Majestic Heir Chapter 21 - The Massacre
The four security officers were now on the fourth floor, approaching Apartment 44 from two different directions. However, before the team leader could issue his next command, a scream echoed from below.“What’s going on?” Unable to see clearly due to the thickening fog, he contacted one of the snipers stationed in the vehicle.“My view is also obstructed by the fog. Requesting permission to step out?”“No, stay where you are.”The team leader was about to order two of his subordinates to investigate the commotion when he heard something unusual.“What’s that sound?” he muttered, lowering his ear closer to the ground. Through the dense fog, he caught a noise that resembled the sound of a wild animal devouring its prey.Moments later, something leaped out from the mist and landed directly in front of him.“W-what is that?” Reflexively, all the security officers aimed their weapons at the figure that had just emerged.As they took a closer look, their bodies began to tremble. “T-this is…
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Chapter 65 - A Morning Call
"BLARE-BLARE!"The blaring sound of a trumpet filled the room as Marc lazily opened his eyes, stretching one arm toward the small table beside his bed. "Who’s calling this early?" he muttered, pressing the "Answer" button with mild irritation."Good morning, Master Tilcott. May happiness always be with you." The raspy, deep voice of an old man on the other end sounded unusually cheerful, though it didn’t ease the annoyance in Marc’s chest. "Do you still remember me?"Before Marc could respond and explain that he wasn’t Helma, the old man continued. "This is Tenzin of the White Lotus Monastery. I couldn’t wait to share some wonderful news with you."Four months ago, Helma had visited the largest monastery in Cammont after being summoned by one of the monks, who had requested the master healer's help to treat their abbot, who had suddenly become paralyzed."Don’t worry. It’s just a case of severe exhaustion. With the medicine I’ve provided, Abbot Tenzin will recover fully in four months
Chapter 64 - The Healing Zhenqi
"Mrs. Griffin, are you alright?" Marc hurried toward Leonie, who was sitting at the lobby entrance with Sasha. Not only did their faces look utterly shocked, but their appearances were also in complete disarray. Their hair stood on end like they had just been electrocuted, and their makeup was smudged beyond recognition. If the situation were less dire, Marc might have laughed at how they resembled people who had been abandoned and left to go mad for years."Marc... they're not human, are they?" With eyes wide in shock, Leonie asked Marc while glancing at the goblin corpses scattered across the floor."Hmmm..." Marc nodded. "They're goblins—man-eating creatures." Truthfully, Marc didn’t want to explain further. But the fact that Leonie had asked such a question showed she had already witnessed too much. "But you don’t need to worry; I’ve taken care of all of them.""Mrs. Griffin, Sasha, stay inside while I bury the goblin corpses. I need to do this quickly since their bodies are highl
Chapter 63 - The Invisible
"Hey, you pale and ugly creature, are you going to keep laughing like that until you die?" A light, mocking voice rang in Vasile's ears as the vampire closed his eyes, overwhelmed by the joy surging through him.How could he not be delighted? Vasile had already envisioned the grand rewards and high position he might receive from Duke Dragusin once he completed this task. However, the mocking voice managed to irritate him despite his jubilation."Huh, until I die, you say? How dare you say such a thing when you're the one about to die soon!" Opening his eyes, Vasile frowned as he saw no one in front of him. He scanned the area, searching for Marc, but found nothing."What are you looking for?" Marc's voice echoed again, not far ahead. "How is it that you can’t see properly?"Frustrated by Marc's taunts, Vasile could no longer suppress his anger. "Are all humans as weak and cowardly as you? Stop playing games and face me!"No response came for ten seconds until a light breath tickled hi
Chapter 62 - The Power Within
"Aaaargh!"On the fourth floor, Leonie immediately pulled her daughter’s face away from the window as the shockwave from the collision of two fists in the courtyard spread in all directions, its impact far greater than before. The lobby windows and several room windows in the inn shattered, including the one in the room occupied by the two women."Our Father in Heaven, may You show Your power and protect us." Holding her daughter tightly, Leonie stepped away from the window, her lips moving in constant prayer. What was happening tonight was far more terrifying than anything they had ever experienced in their lives. "Grant us the strength to endure all of this."The shockwave didn’t just shatter the windows; it also created small cracks in the walls. A sedan parked in the courtyard was pushed several meters, all its windows shattered.Judging by the scale of the destruction, Marc’s punch should have been enough to knock Vasile back and bring him down. Yet, a few seconds later, the youn
Chapter 61 - The Ring
Meanwhile, inside the inn."I wonder who this person is that made Marc insist we lock the doors?" From the fourth-floor window, Leonie peeked through the slightly parted curtains, gazing at the courtyard below."Mom, isn’t that dangerous?" Sasha hesitated, reluctant to sit beside her mother. Although she dared not question Marc's words, she couldn’t hide her curiosity about who the young man was about to face."Marc only told us to lock the door. What’s wrong with taking a peek? Come here, sit with me," Leonie urged.Looking down at Marc, who stood alone in the courtyard, there was no sign of fear on the women’s faces. But that didn’t last long."Oh my God! Oh my God! Who are they?" Reflexively clinging to each other, Leonie and Sasha's expressions instantly turned tense."Did you see their faces?" Leonie whispered, her eyes fixed on Vasile and the goblins standing behind him. "How can there be humans that pale?"These two women weren’t exactly fans of horror movies, though they occas
Chapter 60 - The Burden of Anger
Marc was still contemplating Randolph's motives when the car they were in passed through the inn's gates."Home sweet home!" Sasha exclaimed spontaneously as she stepped out of the car. After months of feeling like she was in hell at her own home, weighed down by one family problem after another, she found immense comfort here at the inn. Her expression made it clear—she felt like she was truly home.Sniff, sniff.At the same time, Marc's nose caught a familiar scent—the foul stench of flesh-eating creatures."Mrs. Griffin, Sasha, quickly get inside and lock the lobby door!" Marc ordered sharply, his serious gaze fixed on a distant point in the hills."Marc, what's going on?" Leonie asked, noticing that the young man's face was devoid of the playful expression he just wore."It seems we're about to have some visitors," Marc replied, narrowing his eyes as if spotting something far off. "No matter what happens or who tries to get in, except if it's me, don't open the door. Now, go!""Hm
Chapter 59 - “Yeah, Right!”
"What? What did I just hear?" Leonie couldn’t hide the shock on her face, though her scream of disbelief remained trapped in her heart. Marc is the richest young man in Cammont? Her suspicions felt validated. So I was right—he’s deliberately hiding his true identity!“M-Marc, oh, I mean, Mr. Belmont, thank you for helping us. We won’t forget your kindness, and we’re willing to do whatever we can whenever you need it,” Leonie said in a highly polite tone, bowing her head occasionally.“Not just all of Cammont—I’m the richest young man in the entire kingdom of Lanshire!” Marc declared, paying no attention to Leonie’s words. His gaze turned upward toward the car window, his chest puffing out proudly. “I’ll even be king of this kingdom one day!”Leonie turned to Sasha, confusion written all over her face. What is happening? she mouthed silently to her daughter, bewildered by Marc’s peculiar behavior.“I have no idea,” Sasha replied, shrugging both shoulders, equally perplexed. To her, Mar
Chapter 58 - In the Darkness of Night
Three hundred miles outside Cammont, three nights earlier.In an expansive forest surrounded by towering mountain ranges, there was a flat field as large as a football field covered in lush green grass. At its center stood a two-meter-high stone platform with a diameter of thirty meters. Around the platform, about thirty men in black hooded robes knelt in silence. Seated atop the stone platform were three men on intricately carved stone chairs.Dressed in high-collared capes paired with formal aristocratic attire, these men were members of the Dragusin family—a lineage of vampires who commanded the goblins of the northern territories. With shoulder-length hair and skin as pale as corpses, their faces were unnervingly handsome, as though sculpted with extraordinary precision. Despite being over three hundred years old, anyone who saw them would guess their age to be no more than their mid-thirties."Brother, we cannot simply stand by while the people of Cammont massacre the goblins." C
Chapter 57 - Decisive Action
Slap!The sound of a slap echoed throughout the room as Newell finished reading the document. "What is the meaning of this? Can you explain this to me?""M-Mr. Brown, what do you mean?" Winfield clutched his cheek, staring at the mayor with a questioning look. The sting on his cheek was nothing compared to the humiliation, especially since it happened in front of so many people. It was a disgrace he would never live down."You're asking me that?" the mayor snarled, tossing the document in his hand at the old man. "How could you approve such a ridiculous agreement?"Confused, Winfield lowered his gaze to the papers. The moment his eyes scanned the text, they widened in shock, and his face turned red with fury."You insolent fool! What have you done?" he roared, grabbing Erick by the collar. "This is your doing, isn’t it?""D-Dad, w-what do you mean?" Erick stammered, his body trembling as he faced his father’s wrath. "What are you saying?"Slap!Slap!"You bastard! Open your eyes and l
