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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
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
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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
