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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
The Majestic Heir Chapter 39 - The Truth
“Marc, how dare you attack Mr. Cumming!” Joshua could no longer stay silent. Pedro was a guest in the Quentin manor, and protecting him was the old man’s responsibility.“Mr. Carbey, he’s a fraud. He didn’t use any treatment on Lord Quentin. He used a spell.”When Marc had seen Pedro whispering into Thomas’s ear earlier, he also noticed the obese man’s hands hidden beneath his robe, making subtle gestures. “The movements are identical to those of the Taoist priest I defeated at the mayor’s residence,” Marc thought, recalling the encounter. Marc could have exposed Pedro’s trick right then but chose to wait to confirm that the same spell was being used on the baron.When Marc noticed Pedro whispering for the second time to the baron, he was certain the obese man was using the same spell the priest had used to control the small goblins.“If you don’t believe me, I can prove it to you.”Joshua waved his hand dismissively. “Enough of your nonsense! We’ve heard enough. You’ve insulted His L
The Majestic Heir Chapter 40 - Too Late
"I will do everything I can, my lady," Marc said with a polite nod before turning back to Thomas, who remained seated in his chair. "Lord Quentin should fall back asleep shortly," he added.Marc assumed that Thomas had opened his eyes due to the influence of the spell Pedro had cast on him. Naturally, the baron should have closed his eyes again now that Marc had neutralized the chubby man. But two minutes passed, and Thomas's eyes remained open—unblinking and fixed—exactly as they had been before, as though nothing had changed, even after Pedro was subdued."This is strange…" Marc muttered under his breath, his gaze scanning the baron's face and body for any signs of change."Marc, what do you mean?" Annette's voice betrayed a rare note of panic and unease, emotions she hadn't shown even when speaking to Pedro. Though she didn’t openly admit it, her tone made it clear how much she trusted the young man. "What’s happening to my husband?"Marc didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he app
The Majestic Heir Chapter 41 - Poisoning
"What do you mean? Tell me, my husband can still be saved, right?" The baroness's face betrayed an uncharacteristic worry. For years, she had maintained an unwavering composure in every situation, but now her voice quivered with desperation.“I apologize, my lady. Of course, Lord Quentin can still be saved.” Realizing the alarm his expression had caused, Marc softened his tone and demeanor.After saying this, Marc withdrew both hands from Thomas's face. At that moment, the baron’s body, which had been sitting upright, suddenly slumped back into the chair. His complexion, while still pale, looked less deathly than before, and his eyes were now closed again."We should move Lord Quentin back to his room," Marc suggested. Shortly after, two bodyguards arrived with a stretcher covered in a thick mattress and carefully transported the baron to his bedroom."Mr. Belmont, if I may ask, what exactly happened to Lord Quentin?" Outside Thomas’s room, Joshua couldn’t contain his curiosity any lo
The Majestic Heir Chapter 42 - Yarsagumba
"I'm afraid we’ll need a stronger remedy. I’m sorry." Exhaling deeply, Marc had already anticipated this. He knew the parasites from the rare dragon fruit could grow dangerously powerful, especially after spending several days in their host's body."If only Lord Quentin could have been treated sooner, this remedy might have still worked," he thought, placing the glass back onto the tray.The room instantly fell silent. Marc's words struck like thunder—deafening and piercing straight into their hearts. Without a single word spoken, the worry and sorrow on everyone’s faces were unmistakable. As if the heavy clouds had yet to part from the Quentin manor, they could only muster patience, waiting for the outcome they so desperately desired.After a month of uncertainty about what had befallen the Baron, Marc’s arrival had seemed like a godsend—a ray of hope in their otherwise grim situation. Yet, who could have guessed that the Baron’s ailment was far worse than anyone had imagined? At thi
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Chapter 168 - The Fruit of the Tree Preston Planted
Back to the present."Shouldn't his strength have diminished after he stopped being human?"Terror flooded Preston’s eyes. Instead of dodging or blocking the attack heading his way, his body froze in place—like a statue.If his opponent had been anyone less powerful than Leopold, he might have had time to think about his next move. But the man standing before him…"This isn't possible, is it?"A foolish question, born of sheer desperation, escaped his lips just as a sharp, black, blade-like object pierced his face at high speed.Crash!Preston didn't even have time to scream before Leopold, lunging at him with ferocious intensity, sucked the blood spurting from the major general’s face and hungrily sank his teeth into his skin—devouring it as though it were the most exquisite delicacy.The gruesome sounds of tearing flesh and snapping bones echoed throughout the underground chamber. Leopold hunche
Chapter 167 - Secrets from the Past (Part 2)
Leopold had long admired Helma’s healing abilities. And now, he finally had the chance to experience one of her remedies. Naturally, the marquis was thrilled—so much so that he wanted to invite the master healer to his manor.But it seemed that wish would never come true, for that day would be the last time the marquis could think and speak normally.The following morning, not only did he find himself unable to speak clearly, but his mind also felt increasingly clouded."Preston, are you certain this is the medicine Helma gave me?" With a dazed expression, Leopold could feel a numbing sensation creeping through his entire body. "Why do I feel as if something terribly wrong is happening to me?""I don’t think I can hold out much longer. Go now—bring Helma here immediately."The unsettling sensation overtaking his body was so overwhelming that Leopold ordered Preston to personally fetch the master healer."I will leave
Chapter 166 - Secrets from the Past
"D-Damn it! How is he still so strong after taking a direct hit from my qi blast?!"Blood poured freely from Preston’s chest, his wound gaping wide. Some of it had already begun to drip onto the cold floor beneath him. Staring at Leopold, whose mouth hung open unnaturally in front of him, the major couldn’t understand why the marquis’s strength hadn’t waned—even when all traces of his human consciousness had vanished."Why hasn’t his power diminished, even after I injected him with the serum?!"Two years ago."Major General, opportunities like this only come once."A man in a black robe, his face striking yet devoid of warmth, placed a syringe filled with a thick, milky-white liquid onto the desk inside Preston’s office. His voice was flat, his expression unreadable.At the time, the major general had no idea who this man was, nor did he understand the true nature of the substance he had brought. But one thing was clear—the stench was unbearable, assaulting his senses the moment the v
Chapter 165 - Slaughtered One by One
In the blink of an eye, the lieutenant's body collapsed onto the floor, blood gushing violently from his severed throat.And just as Leopold had done to the previous two lieutenants, the marquis-turned-goblin wasted no time taking advantage of the corpse of the man who had just shot him."M-Major General, we need to get out of here now. This situation is completely out of our control."The last remaining lieutenant took a step toward the exit of the underground third floor, his only thought being to escape this cursed place as quickly as possible. He no longer cared about Preston or whatever punishment might await him for abandoning his superior. His survival was all that mattered.Aaargh!But before he could move any further, a sharp, thin object slashed across his face, nearly dislodging one of his eyes from its socket. And as if that weren't enough—Crash!A vicious claw strike slashed his throat wide open, sending his head rolling onto the floor. A second later, his now headless b
Chapter 164 - Rampage of the Wild Beast
Leopold moved so fast that Preston wouldn’t have even had time to blink before the marquis’s razor-sharp claws tore through his face.But as a major general, he had fought through countless life-and-death battles. The moment he sensed the looming threat, his military instincts took over.Preston knew he couldn’t dodge in time. Instead, his arm shot out, grabbing one of the lieutenants behind him and shoving the man forward as a human shield.Crash!The sickening sound of claws ripping through flesh echoed in the room.“Damn it! This thing is a monster!”Preston stumbled back a few steps, shaken by Leopold’s terrifying speed. But even that paled in comparison to what happened next.ROAR!!!Leopold let out a guttural growl, his jaws working as he chewed on the torn flesh of the lieutenant’s face.Chomp. Chomp.Like a ravenous beast savoring its prey, the marquis devoured the man’s face, sinking his teeth into the exposed muscle and swallowing hungrily.“He’s turned into a full-fledged d
Chapter 163 - Another Surprise
"A fake ring!"Marc's voice remained calm. There was no yelling, no trace of emotion in his tone.Yet, to Preston, it sounded like a deafening roar exploding right beside his ear."F-Fake? This ring is fake?"Furrowing his brows, Preston stared at the ring on his finger, his face contorted in disbelief. A massive wave of shock washed over him. But it didn't take long before he regained his composure."No! That’s impossible! This bastard must be trying to shake my confidence so he can take it for himself once I discard it.""Hah, fake, you say? You think I’ll believe you? From the auction house to this place, everyone has confirmed that no one has touched it. I refuse to believe a single word you say.""Very well. The decision is yours. But if you make a choice, then you alone must bear the consequences." Marc said."Now, tell me—what’s the secret method to activate this ring?" From within the isolation chamber, Preston fixed Marc with a piercing gaze, his voice carrying an unmistakabl
Chapter 162 - The Brainwashing Process Begins
"Pull the lower chains."Without turning his head, Preston gave another command. Leopold's elevated position in the air was proving to be a slight inconvenience."Understood, Major General," the control room officer responded, pressing a specific button.Immediately, the chains binding Leopold’s legs tightened, pulling him downward until his feet touched the floor. His arms, however, remained stretched outward, restrained in opposite directions.Without waiting or uttering another word, Preston, brimming with excitement, raised his hand and pressed his palm against Leopold’s forehead.Tap!"Remember my words. From this day forward, you are my pet, and I am your master. Do you understand? Every word I speak is an order upon which your life depends. If you ever disobey, you will be consumed by guilt until you are compelled to take your own life."He pressed the ring’s gemstone firmly against the marquis’s forehead, enunciating each word loudly and clearly as if he were programming the m
Chapter 161 - So What?
“You just want to take advantage of His Lordship's condition.”Marc's sharp voice echoed through the cold, enclosed underground chamber, his unwavering gaze locked onto Preston.“And that’s not all,” he continued, giving the major general no chance to speak. “I’m certain you have something even more sinister planned.”Marc's voice carried an undeniable certainty.“You want to turn His Lordship into a weapon. A biological one.”In other words, Leopold had been deliberately subjected to an experiment designed to push his abilities beyond normal human limits—at the cost of his very mind. He would become nothing more than a beast, completely subservient to whoever held his leash.Preston threw his head back in laughter.“Hahaha! Mr. Belmont, what nonsense is this? Since when did you lose your mind, throwing around such baseless accusations? Of course, none of it is true.”A smug grin stretched across his lips, but something was off. Rather than appearing insulted, his expression almost se
Chapter 160 - Close the Roof!
"Mr. Belmont..."Preston didn't give the order right away. Instead, his eyes were locked onto Marc and his expression extremely tense.If his voice had been calm before, now he could no longer maintain it, as if the situation had spiraled completely out of control.But, for a few seconds, Marc remained silent, his gaze fixed on the marquis."Mr. Belmont, I can't risk everyone's safety. I..."Preston was losing patience. He couldn't afford to wait any longer, or the situation would truly slip beyond his grasp. But before the major general could continue speaking, Marc beat him to it."Go ahead. You can close the roof now."Preston immediately turned around and shouted toward the far corner. "Close it now!"A loud mechanical whir filled the room as the thick, steel-reinforced concrete roof slid back into place. Once it was fully closed, plunging the chamber into darkness, Preston gestured to one of the officers standing behind hi
