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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
The Majestic Heir Chapter 43 - The Poor Staff
One day had passed. The sound of wild roosters crowing echoed faintly in the distance as Marc opened the inn’s lobby door in the early morning.“Hopefully, they’ll find him soon,” he muttered, his gaze fixed on the sky. Although the day was bright and clear, he knew that a heavy cloud of tension still hung over the Quentin manor. His revelation yesterday—that the rarest type of yarsagumba was in the possession of an officer in Cammont—had sparked a wave of activity from Joshua. The man had not only mobilized the manor’s staff and bodyguards but had also contacted powerful families to locate this officer.“Hey, do you think you’re paid to just lounge around like this?”Leonie Griffin, a woman who had been staying at the Greencliff Inn since yesterday, suddenly appeared behind him. She was visibly annoyed—not just because Marc seemed sluggish, but because he often appeared lost in thought. Beside her, Sasha Griffin, her daughter, also gave Marc a condescending glare.“Mrs. Griffin, Sash
The Majestic Heir Chapter 44 - Betrayal
"W-what?" Beads of cold sweat rolled down Leonie's forehead as she struggled to find her words. Yet, she quickly regained her composure."Sweetie, why are you joking like that?" She forced a smile on her face. "You're scaring me. Your dad isn't that kind of person.""I saw it with my own eyes, Mom." Sasha lifted her head, which had been bowed all this time. "I went to have dinner at a hotel with my friends, and I saw him there." As she spoke the next sentence, clear tears began to flow heavily from the corners of her eyes.Once, to celebrate the results of their midterm exams, Sasha had invited her dorm mates to dine at the Palace, a five-star hotel and one of the best in Cammont. That evening should have been a joyous occasion for her—until she saw the back of a man sitting at a table across from her, with two girls her age wrapped in his arms on either side. At first glance, Sasha squinted her eyes. The figure seemed familiar."No! I must have the wrong person. That can't be Dad!" S
The Majestic Heir Chapter 45 - Their Order, Not You
A few minutes earlier.“This scent?” As Marc stood gazing outside, his sharp sense of smell caught a familiar aroma. At the same time, his ears picked up the sound of footsteps approaching the lobby. Since there were only two guests staying at the inn, it was undoubtedly Leonie and Sasha. Strangely, the closer their steps came, the stronger the scent became.“Hey, do you think you’re paid just to stand around like that?” Leonie probably thought Marc was daydreaming, but in reality, the young man was trying to recall the scent with his sharp nose.“This is king yarsagumba! There’s no mistaking it!” Marc thought, glancing briefly at the small bag Leonie was carrying. Even though it had been ten years since he last encountered it, his nose remembered the distinct aroma of the very rare herb.“What a stroke of luck!” Marc muttered as Leonie and Sasha walked out of the lobby. With the remedy needed to treat Thomas right in front of him, Marc wouldn’t need to search any longer to heal the b
The Majestic Heir Chapter 46 - It's Over
"Y-you all, why are you just standing there? Are you blind?" Chesley screamed desperately at his bodyguards, ignoring the searing pain in both his hands. "Kill this bastard now!"Marc grinned. It would have been easier—and more entertaining—if they attacked him all at once. While his left hand still gripped Chesley’s right, Marc clenched his free hand into a tight fist, ready to take on the bodyguards.But a glance toward the corner of the room caught his attention. The two terrified women huddled there made him pause. He took a deep breath. "No, I can’t show violence here. I’m a manager now," he thought, unwilling to frighten his guests."If any of you take even one step closer, I’ll make your boss suffer even more!" Marc warned, raising Chesley’s already broken hand just enough to make the burly man cry out in agony."Argh! Damn you! Let go of my hand!" Chesley bellowed."Tell your men to back off now, or I’ll rip this hand right off your body," Marc whispered into Chesley’s ear."Y
The Majestic Heir Chapter 47 - An Offer
"Mmm, this..." Wiping away the remnants of food from her mouth, Leonie opened her bag and took out a small black wooden box. The box resembled a pencil case and didn’t look particularly special. "This was a gift my father gave me before he passed away."Without being prompted, Leonie opened the box, and Marc immediately nodded. On the table sat a small stalk of yarsagumba, its blood-red surface velvety, with fine veins that seemed to glow faintly under the light. Its herbal aroma was so potent that every breath felt like it carried the energy of the snowy mountains where it originated. Though this object, resembling a caterpillar cocoon, appeared trivial, among elite healers, they would pay any price to acquire it."Yes, this is definitely king yarsagumba. It’s the same one I saw back then," Marc thought, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on the medicinal plant. The king yarsagumba before him was identical to the one Helma had given that old officer. "But how did this end up in her possessi
The Majestic Heir Chapter 48 - It's Real
"Mr. Robins, welcome. We’re sorry we didn’t know it was you who would be coming to see us." Leonie immediately rose from her seat and bowed respectfully upon realizing who had arrived. Sasha followed suit. They both knew the man before them was the butler of the Quentin family.Although the two women wore warm, polite smiles, they couldn’t fully believe what was happening. “So, this is the person Marc meant? Was he really not joking?” they thought, still stunned that Marc had been completely serious about his claims."Thank you, Mrs. Griffin. Please, no need to stand on ceremony. I’ve come here on the recommendation of..."Bachary was about to mention Marc’s name when he noticed the young man at the corner of the room shaking his head and pressing a finger to his lips."Very well, I’ll get straight to business. Mrs. Griffin, I would like to offer one hundred million for this plant. Do you have any objections?" Gesturing toward the king yarsagumba in the black box, Bachary’s expression
The Majestic Heir Chapter 49 - Dinner
“What exactly is inside this little box?” Marc murmured to himself, clutching the velvet-lined, deep maroon box that resembled a ring case. It was seven in the evening as he walked past the front gate, replaying Annette’s words in his head.“Even though it looks fragile, this box is incredibly sturdy. We’ve never been able to open it, no matter how hard we’ve tried.”Still gazing at the small box, Marc didn’t realize he had already reached the lobby door. As he stepped inside, Leonie and Sasha were sitting on the sofa, engrossed in their phones.This time, however, Marc noticed something different about their appearance compared to the last two days. Sasha was wearing a sleeveless maroon evening gown that fell just above her knees, while Leonie wore an elegant black dress. Their attire made them look not only stunning but also like sisters.“You both look amazing tonight. Are you heading out for dinner?” Marc greeted them, quickly tucking the tiny box into his shirt pocket.“Oh, Marc!
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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
Chapter 159 - The Effects of Sunlight
"Major General..."A lieutenant quickly approached Preston, intending to warn him about the possible consequences of keeping the ceiling open. However, before he could say anything, the major general raised his hand."Leave it be," he said, noticing from the corner of his eye that Marc's calm expression remained unchanged, as if the young man fully understood what was happening—and what was about to happen.Roar! Roar! Roar!As more sunlight flooded into the room, Leopold's roars grew louder, resembling the agonized cries of a wounded beast, a feral tiger provoked by humans."I trust you now understand why I cannot take His Lordship out of this room."The sunlight did not directly reach the circular chamber where Leopold was confined. Instead, it illuminated the area outside the second layer of transparent walls, closer to Marc and everyone else than to the marquis himself.Even so, merely sensing the sunlight nearby triggered a
Chapter 158 - The Fifth Appointment
"So this is why Helma didn’t mention the patient’s name?"The first rays of sunlight had begun to rise from the east, casting a glow on his face as Marc opened his eyes and glanced at the patient list on his phone.Marquis of Walenstein. That was all that was written on the fifth line of his list.On one hand, it meant he didn’t need to travel to the provincial capital since the patient was already nearby. But on the other, the way Helma had listed the patient’s name seemed a bit suspicious.The four previous patients had been recorded with full names, including their status and addresses. So why wasn’t the fifth one?Marc got up from the sofa on the balcony, where he had spent the night sleeping. Stretching his arms with his eyes still half-closed, he let out a satisfied sigh, as if to say that this wasn’t something worth worrying about.But in reality, it was far from trivial."I’m certain P
Chapter 157 - No Peeking?
"Please get some rest, Mr. Belmont. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning."One of Preston’s subordinates led Marc and Harper to one of the rooms on the fifth floor—the highest level of the building. Naturally, he didn’t bother assigning them separate rooms, assuming they were a couple."Thank you."Marc gave a slight smile before closing the door. The room, roughly five square meters in size, contained a double bed, a sofa and table, and a bathroom.Noticing Harper sitting silently on the sofa, Marc walked over. "You haven’t said a word for a while. Is something wrong?"Harper slowly lifted her head, her large, expressive eyes locking onto him. "So, you weren’t lying when you said you were a healer, were you?""Of course not. I’ve never lied to you," Marc replied, puzzled by her fixation on his identity."Then why didn’t you tell me from the start?" Harper’s expression was a strange mix of
Chapter 156 - A Deliberately Delayed Answer
Marc didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he continued observing the patient’s face and body. It was fortunate that the man referred to as “His Lordship” was standing and facing him, allowing Marc to examine his condition more closely.Hmm… He looks calm, but he’s actually aggressive, isn’t he? Marc mused, nodding to himself. The symptoms the patient displayed were something he recognized all too well. Yeah, there’s no doubt about it. That’s exactly what it is.“Mr. Belmont, please,” Preston lowered his head once again, pleading with Marc.Marc turned his gaze toward the major general. “Before I treat him, may I know who he is?”Preston hesitated, clearly uneasy. He didn’t want to reveal the lord’s identity, but it seemed he had no other choice.“I hope you’ll keep this confidential. Can I trust you with that?”Until now, Preston hadn&
Chapter 155 - A Sleepwalker?
"Mr. Belmont, do you see something?"With a furrowed brow and eyes widened in disbelief, Preston couldn't hide the shock on his face. There was a reason why the room before them had been left in complete darkness.But that wasn’t what surprised him the most.No one had ever been able to see anything inside that room under such conditions. Not even him—a level 55 cultivator—was an exception.Yet, this young man, who claimed to be a disciple of Master Tilcott, had accurately deduced that someone was inside. And even more astonishingly, he could tell that the person in question was exhibiting unusual body language."Hmm." Marc nodded. "Is that the person you were referring to?"Preston lowered his gaze, doing his best to calm his emotions. Is this truly the ability of a disciple of Master Tilcott? he wondered, unable to suppress his admiration. He's really something!"That's correct." This time, Preston's nod carried a
