All Chapters of RISE OF THE DRAGON KING!: Chapter 261
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“Again and again, Doctor Dragon uses any means necessary to prove his power… Have that couple gone mad? How dare they sacrifice their own child just for money?”Comments began to ripple through the crowd.But just as the judge began to speak—“In the name of justice, to protect the safety of civilians… I, the Supreme Judge of Draken City, hereby sentence the Divine Healer to dea—”“You dare sentence the Divine Healer to death? It seems you no longer wish to sit comfortably in the seat of the Supreme Judge…”A cold voice from Nimira stunned everyone into silence.The crowd immediately parted, making way for a young woman. Without a mask, her beautiful face was fully revealed, her elegance evident in every step she took.“N-Nimira…” The Supreme Judge’s body trembled.Meanwhile, Ardhana’s sharp gaze behind his mask turned toward Nimira, his brow slightly furrowed in confusion.“Her again… what exactly is her intention?” Ardhana murmured, still calm.“Nimira, I have strong evidence of the
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The Chief Judge gave a signal, and three patients were immediately brought before the courtroom stage.After waiting for some time in the courtyard of the courthouse…Three figures appeared, each in a different condition: a young man trembling violently, a woman lying unconscious, and an old soldier with a leg that had turned bluish and was covered in festering wounds.The Judge spoke loudly,“Divine Physician Ardhana, these three patients are our people who suffer from the most difficult diseases to cure in all of Draken! If you succeed in healing them without error… all charges will be dropped.”Doctor Dragon sneered coldly. Even he hadn’t expected it—the Judge seemed to be slightly siding with him. After all, he himself had once treated those three patients… and only achieved failure.Ardhana stood firm before hundreds of watching eyes.The shadow of the black mask on his face made him look mysterious, but his gaze was calm, filled with confidence.“Very well,” he said softly. “Let
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“Doctor Dragon… It seems you’ve been taking advantage of me all this time… Now you know what you must do, right?” the Chief Judge sneered coldly, feeling deep regret for always trusting Doctor Dragon.Doctor Dragon’s face turned pale. But from the crowd, a voice rang out—it was his son.“Even if my father is guilty, who here dares to cut off his hand?!” the voice echoed loudly.All eyes turned toward a young man clad in battle armor, the Blades insignia emblazoned across his chest, walking forward without the slightest fear.“D-damn… Commander Arga doesn’t seem to accept the Judge’s and the Divine Physician’s decision?!”“Being a commander of the Blades is already enough to bend the rules of a city… It seems Doctor Dragon is truly saved now…”Arga continued walking, ignoring the murmurs around him. But when he arrived beside Ardhana, his threat could be heard clearly.“Divine Physician, forget this wager… or you will regret it for the rest of your life…”Nimira immediately let out a c
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“And now, as responsibility for the defamation against the Divine Physician… I will officially fund all the needs of the Divine Medist Clinic… Not only that, for anyone… who dares to touch that clinic, or the Divine Physician himself, it will be the same as offending me?!”“All hail the Supreme Judge?!”“Hail!” all the citizens cheered for that victory.Yet amid the cheers that refused to fade, Ardhana and Nimira had already returned to the Holy Land Village.Inside the clinic, which was still quiet—“Nimira… I truly never expected the background of your identity…”Nimira shook her head. “Do you think, with all the identities I possess, I feel proud? Ardhana, you’re wrong…”“What an ungrateful granddaughter…” interrupted the old man, who had once been Ardhana’s patient, as he entered the clinic.Tap! Tap!Silence fell as Ardhana narrowed his eyes. Dozens of men in luxurious suits began placing down the chests they carried.“Senior, what do you mean?”The old man slowly shook his head.
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That morning, sunlight pierced through the soft mist that blanketed the Holy Land Village.The sound of birds blended with the gentle wind brushing against the windows of the Divine Medist Clinic.Ardhana stood in the clinic’s courtyard, gazing at the golden token given by Chou the night before.Engraved on its surface was the symbol of twin eagles with ruby-red eyes—an emblem of the highest authority in the Dumai Kingdom, possessed only by three high officials and the Emperor himself.“An identity token… with this, I can pass through the palace gates without inspection,”he murmured softly, his black robe fluttering in the morning breeze. Light footsteps approached from behind.“So… you’re really going to the capital?” Nimira asked in a heavy tone.Ardhana did not turn. “I must seek the truth. If your grandfather is right, then I will be grateful. But if there is even the slightest lie… Nimira, I am not a vengeful person, but I know what I must do…”“If my grandfather is right, and t
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All heads turned. The sound of high heels echoed across the white stone hall. Calm, yet each step carried a subtle pressure that seemed to press against the chests of everyone present.From the main entrance, a man around thirty-five years old stepped in, wearing a silver robe embroidered with black dragons. On his chest hung a badge shaped like an eagle’s eye—the symbol of the Empire’s highest inspector.“Your Excellency, Lord Vargan…” one of the evaluators murmured, immediately rising and bowing.Vargan’s gaze swept over Ardhana from head to toe. His eyes were cold, his lips curved into an insincere smile.“So, the Divine Healer? The one rumored to have saved hundreds with a single remedy, defeated two corrupt nobles, and now even capable of curing the Emperor’s daughter.”He narrowed his eyes. “It sounds… like a legend too perfect to believe.”Ardhana simply looked at him calmly. “If you wish to verify it, you can try it yourself. I don’t mind.”The room fell silent instantly. The
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The morning air in Dumai Palace felt heavy and unfamiliar. A cold mist blanketed the entire eastern complex, where high-ranking officials kept their private pavilions. The hoarse cries of crows echoed over the jade-tiled roofs—a bad omen rarely heard within the palace grounds.Ardhana walked slowly down the long corridor toward the late Elder Advisor Chou’s study. Behind him, the firm rhythm of metal-clad footsteps followed—Vargan, now officially his partner in this investigation.“I never thought a man like Chou could just die in his own chamber,” Vargan said flatly, though his gaze was as sharp as a blade.“Wise men like him usually only die when someone wills it.”Ardhana did not respond. His eyes were fixed on the large door carved with dragons and lotus flowers, guarded by two royal sentinels. A red seal still hung across it, signifying that no one was permitted to enter except the Emperor and his appointed envoys.“I was the last to see him last night,” Ardhana murmured. “He loo
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That night, the wind howled fiercely around the northern tower of Dumai Palace. Lanterns swayed, and the shadows of the guards stretched long across the marble walls.Ardhana sat on the balcony of his chamber, staring into the dark night sky. In his hand, he held a small letter from Nimira.“Be careful in the palace. My grandfather actually knows who was behind your grandfather’s death. His death happened because he gave you a path to become an official… I no longer blame you, but remember this—trust no one, not even those who appear to be on your side.”—NimiraArdhana slowly clenched the letter. A soft knock on the door made him turn his head.“Come in,” he said.Vargan entered, no longer wearing his silver robe, only the black inner attire typical of royal guards. Yet his aura remained sharp.“I thought you wouldn’t be sleeping tonight,” he said, sitting down across the table without permission.“I can’t sleep in a place full of secrets,” Ardhana replied flatly.Vargan smirked. “Yo
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“Even though the Emperor knows my identity, he has no intention of killing me… Vargan, leave this matter to me… The path of truth—I will find it soon.”Vargan gave a faint smile.“You truly understand the danger surrounding you, yet you remain calm… Ardhana, I’m quite impressed.”Once the door closed, silence returned. Only the sound of the wind slipping through the cracks of the marble walls could be heard, whispering softly as if carrying echoes of the past.Ardhana looked around the room once more. Every corner appeared neat—too neat for a place where someone had just died mysteriously. Everything seemed rearranged by hands that knew exactly what they wanted to conceal.He approached the large table in the center of the room. His fingers traced its surface slowly, searching for the slightest imbalance. After a few seconds, his nail caught a faint crack beneath the right side of the table. He pressed it gently.Click.A hidden drawer slowly opened, accompanied by a surge of cold spi
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The Main Courtroom of the Dumai Palace, after all the evidence had been meticulously gathered over the span of three days.The atmosphere in the palace that morning was stifling. The sky was a dismal gray, with heavy clouds hanging low over the golden towers. The palace drums thundered three times—a signal for the Imperial Court of Honor, a supreme assembly convened only when a member of the nobility or military was accused of crimes against the state.At the center of the grand hall, the Emperor of Dumai sat upon his throne in his black ceremonial robes. To his left stood Vargan, his face an expressionless mask, and to his right stood Nimira, her gaze fixed sharply forward.Beneath the steps of the throne stood Ardhana, now clad in the white robes and red belt characteristic of the Palace High Justice. His face was partially concealed by a thin silver mask, leaving only his cold, piercing eyes visible.Before him knelt a powerful man in black armor, his hair silver, bearing the emble