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The Majestic Heir Chapter 27 - The Evidence
“What about the healer?” Darla mumbled, her brow furrowed, her expression laced with panic. Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible. She was reminded that the reason she joined the Bravo team on this mission was to ensure the healer's safety—something her anger toward Marc had momentarily made her forget.“Yes, I must find the healer,” she thought to herself. She knew there was no one better to ask about the healer's whereabouts than Marc. Yet, she refused to approach him. Her hatred for the young man ran far deeper than she was willing to admit.Just as Darla was about to take another step, her phone rang.“Hello, Mom…”“Darla, I have such wonderful news! A master healer from Eastcliff has just arrived at our estate!”“Mom, I’ll be home immediately.”As she ended the call, Darla’s previously dim eyes lit up with excitement. The thick fog of gloom that had clouded her face disappeared, replaced by a wide smile. “A master healer from Eastcliff? He must be able to cure my father!”
The Majestic Heir Chapter 28 - Second Appointment
“Mr. Belmont, are you sure about your plan?” Newell couldn’t hide the surprise on his face when Marc mentioned that he wanted to make massive improvements to the village of Greencliff.“Of course, Mr. Brown.” Unlike the expression on the mayor’s face, Marc nodded slowly and flashed a wide smile. “I want to rebuild this village.”Marc thought it would be wonderful if this village could come back to life, just like it was ten years ago before the goblins caused chaos.“But, Mr. Belmont…” Newell took a deep breath before continuing. Since there was no one else in the lobby at the moment, he felt he could express his thoughts to Marc more openly. “The property prices in Greencliff have dropped drastically in recent years, but rebuilding the entire village… that would cost a lot of money.”Rebuilding Greencliff would consume a significant portion of the city's budget. And seeing the state of the city, Newell wasn’t sure it would be profitable from an investment standpoint. “Even if we spen
The Majestic Heir Chapter 29 - The Guest
One hour earlier.“Is this true, what I just heard?” Keith’s face lit up with a radiant smile, the joy clear in his eyes as he heard that the master healer would be coming to his house today as scheduled. “This feels like a dream come true!”“This is such a great blessing that Master Tilcott is willing to come to our place,” Wilma, who had overheard her husband's conversation on the phone, couldn’t hide her happiness either. “Our daughter will be healed, Keith,” she said, hugging her husband tightly.Although the Felix family was no ordinary family in Cammont, Keith still realized that they couldn't compare to the likes of the Richmonds or the Quentins. While those who made appointments with Helma came from not just this town but from several important figures in the province and even the royal capital, it was clear that Helma’s services were sought by those in power.Aware of his own status, Keith had never considered asking Helma for help. However, seeing his daughter’s condition co
The Majestic Heir Chapter 30 - The Young Singer
"Come in, please." Keith forced a smile onto his face as he welcomed Marc into his house. Despite this, his mind was seething with anger. "Damn it! This brat is such a master con artist!"Just yesterday, Keith hadn’t cared much when the three wives of the shop owners said that Marc was a skilled con man. To him, no con artist or criminal could do anything in front of him. They would all kneel before him soon enough.But today, he had to suppress his anger even further when he saw Marc coming to his house. To Keith, it seemed like the young man was challenging him. And what enraged him even more, this damn brat didn’t come alone but brought a powerful figure with him. "If it weren’t for Mr. Robins being here, I would’ve beaten this bastard into the ground!""After deceiving Mr. Wellington and Mr. Skiyd, now he’s managed to con a butler from the Quentin family," Keith thought again, glaring at Marc out of the corner of his eye with anger and disgust that he tried to hide. "I can't let m
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
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Chapter 265 - The Pact Made Thirty Years Ago (Part 1)
"Grizelda, what are you talking about?"The man, Elliot, fired back with a puzzled look on his face. His tone was laced with disbelief, like her accusation had come out of nowhere."Open your eyes—and your mind. You're making baseless claims. And really, how could you forget something so important?"His expression hardened as he locked eyes with her. Whatever this was, Elliot wasn’t treating it lightly."Let me remind you of the blood pact we made: no human is allowed to cross the Pennigor Mountains without permission. Anyone who does... dies."The Pennigor Mountains stretched across the southern edge of Cammont County, separating it from the massive Eldrador Forest. Since Cammont was the southernmost region of Walenstein Province, the mountains also served as a border to Brynmor, the neighboring province.But truth be told, most people in Walenstein didn’t even consider Eldrador—or Brynmor for that matter—part of the Lanshire Kingdom.Why? Because the people there acted more like bea
Chapter 264 - You Gotta Be Willing to Die for What You Believe In
"You keep going on and on about revenge—like I owe you something for those goblins—without even thinking about what they did to the human race."Marc's voice echoed from inside the inn’s lobby, each word growing louder as he stepped closer to Grizelda."Don’t you get it? By standing up for them, you're just as guilty as the ones who tore this place apart. You're not some noble leader—you’re just another monster hiding behind a cause!"As he spat out the last word, Marc stepped fully into view through the shattered remains of the lobby’s doorway.Blood trickled from the corners of his mouth, and his right arm hung limply at his side, a faint wisp of smoke still curling from it. No need for a closer look—anyone could see his arm was badly damaged.His shallow, ragged breathing and the pain etched across his face hinted at deeper internal injuries. Still, the fire in his eyes never faded. There was no fear in them, no sign of surrender—just raw, unshakable resolve."So go on. Do it. Hit
Chapter 263 - Grizelda’s Wrath
Rising from the ground, a dark aura surged around Grizelda’s body—thick, ominous, and freezing cold. It didn’t just look dangerous. The air around her turned icy, as if the very atmosphere might shatter from the chill she exhaled.“We goblins never lie,” she said coldly. “And we don’t tolerate lies from others.”The moment she spoke, she vanished—only to reappear instantly, right in front of Marc.“You really are a snake,” she hissed. “You slaughtered my people, and now you have the audacity to trick me? You’re going to die for that.”Her hand shot forward—straight for his throat.Marc’s eyes went wide.What the hell? he thought, heart racing. Why’s she accusing me of playing dirty?Just minutes ago, Grizelda had made it very clear—he could attack from any direction, using any method. That had been the deal. So why flip out now, just because he used a vanish-strike technique?But Marc didn’t have time to argue. The aura coming off her hand alone made it clear—this wasn’t just some fla
Chapter 262 - A Deceptive Move
"I know exactly what you're trying to do. You're just playing games with me, aren't you?"Marc scoffed at Grizelda.Even if she let him hit her a hundred times, it wouldn't matter. She was simply too strong. And Marc was running out of ideas."You're talking too much," Grizelda said coldly, flashing a wide, confident grin. Whether Marc landed a hit or not, she didn’t care. She was already convinced he wouldn’t even come close."Go on. Try. Hit me again. Don’t waste my time."Marc didn’t reply. His eyes locked onto hers, mind racing.This isn’t as simple as I thought...He had two shots left—two chances to strike without being countered. He had to make them count."Alright... let’s do this," he muttered.Taking a deep breath, Marc made a bold decision. He tapped into the pure energy within his dantian—a force far more potent than regular cultivation energy. But it came with a price. It would drain him fast, and if he got hurt while using it, recovery would take very long.Still, he had
Chapter 261 - Three Strikes
"You can read my mind?"Marc narrowed his eyes, staring at Grizelda with a mix of shock and curiosity. He didn’t move his lips—just sent the question straight from his thoughts, trying to confirm his growing suspicion: could this goblin leader really hear what he was thinking?You can talk back to me like this too?Grizelda mirrored his expression, surprised herself. She’d always been able to reach into others’ thoughts—but never had she met someone who could respond to her telepathically.That changed how she saw Marc."Telepathy like this? Piece of cake," Marc replied casually, still speaking with his mind. "But let’s be real—you wouldn’t be able to do it if I didn’t let you in, right?"He wasn’t wrong. Grizelda could hear his thoughts only because he hadn't raised his mental barriers. If he had, she wouldn’t be able to break through, no matter how strong her abilities were."You're right. My power can’t penetrate your mind unless you allow it. But as long as you keep the door open,
Chapter 260 - Opening Strike
Grizelda.The goblin leader of the northern territories.At first glance, there was nothing impressive about her—unless you counted the tattered medieval noblewoman’s dress clinging to her bony frame. It was stained, torn, and filthy. Her short, frail body looked like it had been through hell. Her face and hands were scarred and blistered, like someone who had barely crawled out of a fire alive.To most, she looked exactly like what you’d expect from a goblin—grotesque and terrifying. But that impression flipped completely the moment she entered combat.The moment she unleashed her true power.Whoosh!A blast of wind ripped through the air as Grizelda’s small, shriveled fist shot forward like a bullet. Her hand, leathery and lined with age, was wrapped in a chilling black aura—one that radiated both overwhelming force and a bone-deep cold.The surrounding goblins roared in twisted delight as their leader stepped onto the battlefield. But their joy didn’t last long. The moment she bega
Chapter 259 - Marc’s Power
“You damn goblins think you can just waltz into my territory? You’re all walking to your deaths!”Marc’s roar thundered across the frontyard.Standing about a hundred meters outside the inn’s perimeter, he slammed his foot into the ground and launched himself into the sky. Power surged into his fists, energy crackling around them like a storm ready to break loose.At the peak of his leap—roughly a hundred meters high—he flipped midair and dove straight down, both fists leading the charge like twin meteors aimed at the swarm of ten thousand goblins below.BOOM!The earth quaked as his fists hit the ground. A deafening explosion followed, shaking the night and splitting the silence like a bomb going off.Hundreds of goblins died instantly, crushed or vaporized in the first impact.But the destruction didn’t stop there.A powerful shockwave erupted from the point of impact, blasting outward in a vicious burst of wind that hurled even more goblins into the air like ragdolls.Roar! Roar! R
Chapter 258 - A Different Level of Power
Marc didn’t say a word. His brows furrowed, deep in thought.Leah’s question had clearly shaken something loose in his mind.“She’s right… This doesn’t add up. Ordinary goblins shouldn’t be able to break through the magical seal I set up, right?”That thought echoed loudly in his head.Just like he told Leonie before he left for Asheville, the lobby was supposed to be secure—no matter how many goblins tried to breach it. The magic barrier he installed wasn’t just powerful—it was foolproof against anything below level 5 cultivation.And up until now, not a single goblin he’d encountered had shown power anywhere close to that. They’d all been weaker—far weaker.Even if a hundred or a thousand of them attacked the barrier at once, it shouldn’t have mattered.So if one of them—or something else entirely—actually managed to shatter his seal…There was only one possible explanation.“Could its power really be that high?”Marc felt a knot form in his stomach as that realization hit him. A cr
Chapter 257 - Just One Question
Marc floored the gas pedal, pushing the Duesenberg to its absolute limit. Even though the car had been heavily modified, the top speed barely touched 220 kilometers per hour.It still felt painfully slow to him.With his cultivation powers, he could outrun it easily on foot.But abandoning the Duesenberg wasn’t an option. It was a noble vehicle belonging to the Walenstein province. He needed to find a safe spot to stash it — dumping it by the roadside just wasn’t going to cut it.Twenty minutes later, his spirits lifted when he spotted a sign on the left side of the road:"Greencliff Village.""Finally made it!"He spun the wheel and took the left turn at the intersection. Soon, he was tearing through a small forest that separated Cammont City from Greencliff Village.Marc kept his foot firmly on the gas—until his nose, sharp and hyper-sensitive, caught a whiff of something foul ahead.The smell was familiar.Goblin stench."They’re back?"His mind flashed to something he'd read back
