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The Majestic Heir Chapter 31 - The Giant Rambutan
“Don’t worry, my dear,” Wilma thought to herself, unable to hide the sadness etched across her face. She knew how much singing had been her daughter’s dream since childhood, and she couldn’t bear to let her lose that dream. “Master Tilcott will surely heal you soon.”As her heart filled with thoughts of hope and prayer, Marc’s voice, though soft, cut through her thoughts like an unwelcome guest. “Have you ever eaten a giant rambutan before?”“About this big.” Locking eyes with Rose, Marc raised his hand as though holding a spherical object slightly larger than a tennis ball. “Yeah, about the size of a soccer ball… Have you ever tried one?”While Rose furrowed her brows in confusion, Wilma could no longer suppress her anger. “You! What nonsense are you spouting?” Her tear-stained eyes widened menacingly, filled with fury.Wilma had never shown this side of herself in front of her daughter, but Marc’s absurd behavior pushed her over the edge. “Get out of here before I truly lose my pati
The Majestic Heir Chapter 32 - Realization
“M-Mom...”Keith’s fist hung in the air as his ears caught that voice again—the voice he had longed to hear for the past year. “Sweetheart...” Turning around, Keith saw Rose smiling at him. “D-Dad...”“You... you...” Rose struggled to form her words, her gaze fixed on Marc as he approached her.“Don’t try to speak just yet. You need plenty of rest.” Marc shook his head gently, smiling at the girl.“Since you said you consumed a giant rambutan, as I suspected, let me explain a little about this fruit,” Marc continued. Unlike ordinary rambutans, which are usually the size of a ping-pong ball, giant rambutans are much larger and exceptionally delicious—the most flavorful of all rambutan varieties. Despite their size, the fruit’s flesh is tender, with an unusually small seed.“Among all rambutan types, this one might seem the most tempting. But no one should eat it.” Marc’s tone turned serious, fully aware of the hidden dangers inside the fruit.Beneath the succulent flesh of the giant ra
The Majestic Heir Chapter 33 - The Inn
"Hey, hurry up! If you move this slowly, how can you help your boss make any money?" A woman in her forties, dressed in a formal work uniform, sneered as she fanned herself with a folding fan."I can’t understand how this inn even hired someone as slow as this." A girl in her twenties standing beside her shot a look of disgust, echoing the same complaint. "Mom, why do we even have to stay in this village? Shouldn’t we just go back home?"Not far ahead of them, Marc—wearing a crisp white shirt and black trousers that made him look not only handsome but also professional—was struggling to carry three oversized suitcases while leading the way to their requested room on the fourth floor. Yet, he maintained a polite smile. "We’ll be there soon, ma’am."Three days ago, at Marc’s request, the mayor had promptly contacted several parties, both governmental and private, to expedite the rebuilding of the village. Most visitors came only for initial surveys before leaving.But today, these two w
The Majestic Heir Chapter 34 - Third Appointment
Sigh!Taking a deep breath, Bachary bowed deeply to Marc once again. “From now on, I’m ready to do whatever you command.”Marc merely smiled without saying a word. After he closed the door, the Bentayga drove off shortly after.“Mr. Belmont, where are we headed today?” Though Bachary’s face appeared calmer, his heart still harbored some worry that Marc hadn’t fully forgiven him.“Pinewood District. This looks like a mountainous area, doesn’t it?” Marc showed the name on his old phone to the butler.“You’re right. It’s about two hours from here.” Noticing from the corner of his eye that Marc didn’t seem to take his earlier threat to heart, a sense of relief and calm began to fill the butler’s chest. “I swear I’ll never do anything foolish like that again,” he vowed silently.In truth, what Bachary did today went against his duties as a butler. He was tasked with guarding Darla twenty-four hours a day unless the young lady permitted him to leave.For the past three days, Darla had order
The Majestic Heir Chapter 35 - His True Motive
The scream was so loud it echoed throughout the entire complex. Following the sound, Bachary unintentionally stumbled upon Marc’s location.“Mr. Belmont, what’s going on?” asked the butler, his face slightly panicked.“Nothing serious.” Shaking his head, Marc’s face remained calm, as if unconcerned about the old man’s cries of pain. “I’m just giving him a special treatment. He’ll be fine in a moment.”Bachary let out a sigh of relief upon hearing the explanation. However, when his gaze fell on the old man’s face, his expression abruptly changed. Shock was now clearly etched on his features. “Oh my! Are you…?”Before Bachary could utter another word, the old man, still writhing in pain, shook his head—a silent signal for the butler to stay quiet.“My apologies,” said Bachary, bowing his head.“You insolent brat, Marc! Are you trying to kill me?” The old man shot an annoyed glare at Marc after the young man finally lifted his index finger from the back of his neck, about a minute later.
The Majestic Heir Chapter 36 - Like A Walking Dead
"Mom, are you sure this man can be trusted?" Without taking her eyes off a chubby man dressed in a traditional all-black robe, Darla’s brows furrowed deeply. "He doesn’t look convincing at all."Ahead of her, in the central hall of the Quentin manor, the chubby man sat at the long table opposite Thomas. Various dishes, ranging from lamb to free-range chicken, were spread across the table."My lord, this food is absolutely delicious," he said, his mouth full as he chewed noisily and occasionally spoke to the manor’s owner in front of him. "If you keep eating like this every day, you'll recover in no time."Thomas, however, did not eat a single bite. Opposite the chubby man, he sat stiffly, his empty gaze fixed ahead. He did not move a single muscle, nor did he blink, even though his eyes remained wide open. His ghostly pale face and chapped lips deepened the pity of anyone who saw him.Since waking from a coma three days ago, the only thing the Baron had done was open his eyes. Forget
The Majestic Heir Chapter 37 - Grave Insult
As everyone remained stunned by the shocking state of the baron, a loud voice broke through their thoughts, adding to their confusion. "Who is he?"Their curiosity was soon answered when a young man in a blue t-shirt stood beside Thomas and casually placed his hand on the baron’s shoulder."Marc! What is he doing here?" Darla’s face hardened as her gaze locked onto the young man. "Who brought this fraud here?" She was about to act immediately when she noticed the butler arriving by Marc’s side shortly after."Bachary?” She hissed, her hands clenched in frustration. The question was clearly answered, it was the butler who had brought the young man to the manor. “What have you done?""Young man, I don’t care who you are or what your purpose is in coming to this manor. But if you have even a shred of respect left, remove your hand from His Lordship’s shoulder right now!" Joshua’s tone was stern, though his words remained polite despite his clear frustration at Marc’s audacity."Mr. Carbe
The Majestic Heir Chapter 38 - Prove It!
“You insolent fool! You don’t deserve a shred of pity! Don’t call me Pedro if I don’t smash your face!” Swinging his palm toward Marc’s face, the plump man’s eyes burned with a mixture of fury and murderous intent.Unlike Annette and everyone else, who refrained from rash actions due to their adherence to noble etiquette, Pedro was under no obligation to follow any rules when it came to teaching this insolent youth a lesson. However, before his palm could land on Marc’s cheek, a firm grip stopped his wrist mid-air.“A pig like you wants to hit me? How naive! I could even beat you with one hand!” Marc’s lips curled into a mocking smirk, his expression fierce and intimidating.“You insolent brat!” Pedro bellowed, his frustration boiling over. “I’ll kill you! I swear I’ll kill you!”This time, the obese man used his other hand to strike Marc. But, just like before, Marc effortlessly caught it, his grip still holding Pedro’s first hand.“You scoundrel! Let go of my hands!” Pedro yelled, u
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Chapter 209 - The Scorpion Gang
"What? Are you serious? You actually let them do this?"Leah couldn’t believe her eyes.Hundreds of motorcycles were parked outside the building. Judging by their hardcore punk-style gear, anyone in this district would instantly recognize them—it was the Scorpion gang, the very group that had been Larsian’s sworn enemy for as long as she could remember.Back in the day, if the Larsians—the proud name the people here called themselves—ever spotted a Scorpion, they wouldn’t hesitate to shoot on sight. That hadn’t changed, not even when Leah left the group eight months ago.But now, seeing the Scorpions walking freely into their headquarters and being welcomed by many of her former allies—she simply couldn’t accept it."This is exactly what I wanted to show you, Lee. Things are different now. People think siding with them is the better option," Levi explained."No! This can’t be happening! I have to stop them!""Marvel, we’ve got everything you asked for. We can leave now."An older man
Chapter 208 - You’re Home?
Stepping through the doorway, the interior of the building was a stark contrast to its abandoned exterior. Inside, everything was neat and clean, resembling a fully operational factory.However, instead of just metalworking equipment, the walls were lined with an array of firearms, ranging from the lightest to the heaviest models. Several men and women were busy assembling specific gun parts, working with meticulous precision."This place hasn’t changed. Thank goodness!" Purple grinned widely. Though she hadn’t been born here, she had spent decades of her life within these walls. This place had once been her home.But the further she walked, the more she noticed the stares. Men and women alike watched her with eyes full of doubt. Instead of welcoming her back, their gazes carried disgust and resentment. Not a single one of them made a move to speak to her."Well, thank you all for such a warm welcome back to Duskmoor. You're too kind," Purple said sarcastically, as if addressing them
Chapter 207 - Shadow of Cammont
A few hours earlier in the city of Cammont.Vroom-vroom!A Ducati Panigale roared through the crowded streets, weaving effortlessly between cars and trucks. The rider, a woman clad in a black leather jacket and a matching short skirt, maneuvered with the precision of a professional racer. She had no trouble overtaking one vehicle after another, executing sharp turns and sudden brakes with a confidence that spoke volumes of her skill.Within minutes, she left the bustling part of the city behind and arrived at a district that, while seemingly abandoned, still had buildings in remarkably good condition.Duskmoor District.A large sign at the roadside marked the entrance as she approached a metal gate blocking off a secluded street. This place was infamous as The Shadow of Cammont, a hub for illicit dealings. Law enforcement rarely intervened here—as if there was an unspoken agreement with the government. Criminals who sought refuge in Duskmoor were left alone, so long as they stayed wit
Chapter 206 - The Final Plea
The elderly woman cast aside all the pride and respect she had once commanded as a matriarch of the Everstone clan. None of it mattered now. The only thing that mattered was an apology from the young man standing before her."My lady."Marc spoke, his voice calm yet resolute."This is not a personal dispute between me and Alistair, nor between me and your clan, where a simple apology could erase everything that has transpired. It is far greater than that. This is about my duty to take decisive action against the corruption that has plagued Walenstein Province."As Vice Marquis, Marc held authority second only to the Marquis himself. In the Kingdom of Lanshire, individuals of his rank were often the first to be deployed when matters of security arose, regardless of the situation.He had initially declined this title, knowing full well how it would alter his responsibilities. He had once been solely a healer, but this position burdened him with something far greater—the responsibility t
Chapter 205 - A Fitting Punishment
"Hey, you bastard! You used magic to mess with His Lordship's mind, didn't you?"Lara Everstone, the most beautiful girl in the clan—also the smartest, and of course, the most cunning—could no longer hold back when she saw her distant uncle running away as if he'd seen a ghost.Her anger boiled over. Alistair and Nicholas were both legitimate nobles of this clan, yet their fates were equally tragic.Nicholas lay unconscious in his private chambers, receiving treatment after being slammed to the ground by Harper. And now, his father, Lord Everstone himself, had been sent fleeing in terror by some unknown magical technique."Do you really think you can pull off such a vile trick on my uncle without anyone noticing?" the young woman shouted. "Remember, he is a noble, and you're just a commoner! No matter what you've done, it's a crime, and I’m certain the royal guards will come after you soon!"Lara’s face flushed red with rage, her words burning with passion. It almost sounded like she
Chapter 204 - Written Nonsense
"Y-you..."The cultivator's body trembled violently. The figure standing before him was too terrifying to face."Even if his abilities are only at level 10, why do I feel such overwhelming fear when I look into his eyes?" the cultivator thought."I won’t repeat myself." The words left Marc’s lips once more, his gaze fixed firmly on the cultivator’s eyes. This time, his tone carried an unmistakable authority.Under that piercing stare, the cultivator's body shook even harder. And for reasons beyond his comprehension, his right hand moved on its own, handing over the paper he had been clutching to Marc."W-what... what did you do to me?"The cultivator was even more shocked by the way his body had acted against his will. At that moment, he realized that this young man was no ordinary person. He had to be... a sorcerer!Ignoring the question, Marc took the paper from the cultivator’s hand and snapped a photo of it with his tablet.[What do you think? Is this enough to get him severely pu
Chapter 203 - A Miracle
"Stop!"The cultivator was about to grab the collar of the man in the blue suit, who lay curled up on the floor, his body drenched in blood, when Marc's voice stopped him. Naturally, that irritated him."Hey, what do you want by stopping me? You want to take his place and get beaten instead? Want me to smash your face in, huh?"The cultivator turned toward Marc, ready to strike the young man right then and there. However, for some reason, his body refused to move."Damn it! What’s happening to me?!"At the same time, without paying the cultivator the slightest bit of attention, Marc stepped toward the man in the blue suit, crouched down, and placed his palm on his forehead."He's just an ordinary man, yet you beat him as if he were your equal?"Marc kept his palm pressed against the man’s forehead as his cold, piercing gaze locked onto the cultivator."Yeah? And what’s your problem with that?" The cultivator, clad in black from head to toe, sneered at Marc. Despite his arrogance, he s
Chapter 202 - I Can't
"I-I... I can't sign it."The man in the blue suit stammered, his voice shaking as he refused.If he handed over all his assets, wouldn't that be the same as signing his own death warrant?"You insolent fool! How dare you say that? Have you grown tired of living, huh?!"Slap!A resounding slap landed on the man's cheek. Because it came from a cultivator, the force sent him flying a meter back, his face twisting from the impact. A searing pain spread across his skin, making his vision blur.But the torment wasn't over yet.The cultivator yanked him upright again, forcing him back into his seat."Sign it. Now. Don't resist. If you refuse again, I'll make sure you never show your face in public again!"The man in the blue suit sat dazed, blood trickling from the corner of his lips. Yet, despite the agony, he shook his head. He would rather die than lose everything he had built.“I have a wife and child to protect,” he told himself. “I'd rather die than see them suffer.”"You stubborn bas
Chapter 201 - Surrender!
"Oh, wait! Why should I be merciful? Hahaha!"Laughing uproariously, his body tilting back, Alistair looked as if he were toying with those foolish enough to stand against him."Since you've all chosen to stand behind this boy in defiance of me, you've sealed your own fate!"Pointing his finger at the people gathered behind Marc, Alistair's face twisted into a sinister grin. Any trace of patience and courtesy he had previously shown was now completely gone.It wasn't just Alistair. The other members of the Everstone clan were equally overjoyed, their expressions smug and victorious."That brat—Helma’s disciple—actually thought his status alone could challenge us? What a joke! Hahaha!"The bespectacled man threw his head back in laughter, his eyes fixed on Marc. Not long ago, he had suffered humiliation after losing an argument to the young man. But now, it seemed he had nothing to be embarrassed about anymore. Tonight, this boy and everyone with him would be wiped out.One by one, the
