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The Majestic Heir Chapter 96 - The Final Warning
What?At that moment, Harper’s body froze in place."C-cousin?" Her brow furrowed. What she had just heard left her unable to continue speaking.After sinking into shock for several seconds, unable to utter a word, she finally realized that she had completely misunderstood the girl. "So, that girl is Nic’s cousin?" she thought. "Why has he never mentioned her to me? I almost lost my temper just now."Slowly, Harper regained her calm and composed demeanor. The servant’s words had lifted a heavy burden from her heart."That’s right," the servant confirmed seriously, keeping his voice as low as possible. "Miss Woods has even been helping the young master prepare that surprise for the past few days.""Alright, you may leave now," Harper said lightly. Her tone was much more relaxed than before."You won’t punish me, will you?" The servant hesitantly lifted his head, gazing at Harper with a trace of unease. The
The Majestic Heir Chapter 97 - The Cultivators' Room
"Never mind, let's continue," Marc said calmly, entirely unaffected by Harper's words. He knew the girl was subtly trying to intimidate him."You!" Clenching her fists in frustration, Harper turned around without saying anything and resumed walking."Welcome, Miss Winslow." As soon as she reached the door, the two bodyguards who had recognized her immediately lowered their heads and opened the door for her.Nodding without a word, Harper stepped inside, followed by Marc. Since the young man had arrived with her, the bodyguards assumed he was her personal guard and did not stop him.The moment Marc set foot inside the room, he was immediately engulfed by an atmosphere thick with internal energy. Unlike the previous room, this one had normal lighting, yet that only served to make the space feel even more ominous.Under normal circumstances, an ordinary person would feel suffocated by the presence of a single high-level cultivator. In this room, there
The Majestic Heir Chapter 98 - Just A Little Kid
"Outrageous!" Clenching his jaw, the black-clad cultivator immediately rose from his seat.Along with him, four other cultivators did the same. Marc’s words had not only insulted one of their comrades but all of them as a whole."Kid, I had no prior quarrel with you, yet you dare speak so rudely to me?" The black-robed cultivator took slow, deliberate steps forward, his gaze locked onto Marc. His deep voice carried a weight of anger. "You're clearly asking for a lesson."Standing a short distance ahead of Marc, Harper swallowed hard, over and over. Her face, already tense, grew even more strained."Damn it! Does this kid have any brain cells left?" she cursed inwardly, glancing between Marc and the cultivators, whose tempers had clearly been ignited. "I told him not to stir up unnecessary trouble, didn’t I? So why is he still so stubborn?"Like the cultivators, Harper was increasingly frustrated with Marc's attitude. Even so, she still
The Majestic Heir Chapter 99 - You Are a Fool!
"Thank you, sir." Flashing a wry smile, Harper wasted no time in grabbing Marc's hand and pulling him away from the scene. They made their way to the corner of the room where a staircase led up to the fourth floor—the baron’s private quarters."Have you completely lost your mind?" Harper couldn’t hold back her anger as they reached the second floor. Her face was flushed, and her breaths came in short, sharp bursts. If she hadn’t remembered Marc’s mysterious pressure technique, she would have slapped and beaten him right then and there."Just because you've reached level 10 and have that mysterious technique, do you think you can take them on? That’s completely absurd! I never thought you were this foolish! Do you have any idea how your actions affect me and my family?"Harper continued to vent her frustration. She had almost landed herself in serious trouble with those cultivators because of Marc’s reckless words, which
The Majestic Heir Chapter 100 - Shadow
Even though Harper appeared indifferent to Marc’s words, she did exactly as he instructed. Lowering her internal energy, she took slow steps toward one of the bodyguards."Gentleman, you will let me pass now." Speaking softly, Harper’s gaze never wavered from the bodyguard’s eyes. Without waiting for his response, she moved to the next bodyguard and did the same.Then, something strange happened. With vacant eyes, both bodyguards stood frozen in place, doing nothing as Harper reached for the door handle and pushed it open.With ease, she entered the room, followed closely by Marc."Harper, you’re here?" A man in his early fifties, dressed in an aristocratic-style suit, turned his head as soon as he heard the door open. His forehead creased.He was Alistair Everstone, Baron of Wyndham. Beside him, four men in their sixties sat in chairs, their eyes fixed on a purple box atop the table. It seemed they had been trying to unrave
The Majestic Heir Chapter 101 - Show Some Respect
"Mr. Shadow?" Harper murmured, barely audible, as she turned her head toward the ninja figure emerging from the darkness in the corner—a figure far from unfamiliar to her. She knew that with the ninja’s advanced camouflage technique, detecting his presence was nearly impossible, even for a level 20 cultivator."B-but..." she muttered again, shifting her gaze toward Marc. "H-how could he possibly know?"Someone at level 10 detecting Shadow’s presence? Impossible!It wasn’t just Harper—everyone in the room displayed the same astonishment and disbelief on their faces. Even the expert jewelers present had no idea when Shadow had arrived. Yet, this young man needed only a few seconds to sense the ninja’s presence."Who exactly is he?" they all wondered, unable to take their eyes off Marc.While the others stood speechless, trying to process what was happening, Marc clenched his fists tightly, his gaze locked onto the ninja. Back at The White Lotus Monastery, his highly sensitive nose had p
The Majestic Heir Chapter 102 - An Eye for an Eye
"I spent money to obtain that box," Alistair pointed towards the table, speaking with a wide grin on his lips and eyes gleaming with cunning and pride, as if he had just won a competition. "So where exactly is my mistake?"The baron had never explicitly ordered Shadow to use excessive force against Tenzin, let alone commanded the ninja to kill him. However, he certainly didn't care what methods the ninja used as long as he got his hands on the box."Lord Everstone, everyone sees you as a man of principle, someone who upholds morality and stays on the righteous path." A mocking smirk played on Marc’s lips as he shifted his gaze to the baron. "But to me, you're nothing more than a selfish man who will do whatever it takes to get what he wants.""Huh, do you think I care about your opinion of me?" Alistair scoffed, shaking his head in clear disdain. "Say whatever nonsense you want. The fact remains, the box is mine now, and anyone who tries to take it must have a death wish.""Lord Evers
The Majestic Heir Chapter 103 - The Death Itself
"Y-you insolent brat!" With a trembling voice, ignoring the pain in his ears, Shadow grabbed Marc's hand with one of his own. All this time, he had been a highly respected figure in this manor, second only to the baron himself. What this young man had done had shattered his reputation, and he would rather die than let that happen.However, as if it were an immovable iron clamp, the young man's hand did not budge in the slightest from his neck, no matter how much strength he exerted. Marc might have appeared relaxed, but his grip was like a colossal vice planted firmly into the earth."Damn it!" Shadow gritted his teeth, frustration and humiliation welling up in his heart. Unwilling to surrender so easily, he used both hands to once again try to pry Marc's hand from his throat."Watch this, I'll crush your filthy hand!" He growled, straining to pull Marc's hand in two different directions, intending to break it.Until now, no one had ever dared to attack h
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Chapter 266 - The Pact Made Thirty Years Ago (Part 2)
"We swear to follow the kingdom’s laws—completely, without question!"Drenched in sweat, his voice cracking with desperation, the mayor writhed on the ground, hands bound behind his back as he looked up at Elliot with pleading eyes."Lord Griffin, please! We’re begging you—have mercy!"But Elliot didn’t even flinch. His expression remained cold, unmoved.He stepped down from the podium and slowly walked toward the mayor, who lay sprawled on the ground, trembling."You still have the nerve to say that now?"Elliot’s tone stayed level, but the restrained fury behind his voice was impossible to miss."Where was all this remorse a year ago? Didn’t I make it clear that this punishment should’ve been carried out back then? You had your chance. I gave you time. So why didn’t you take it?"His words sliced through the silence like a blade. Despite the weight of what he was saying, Elliot’s face remained stone cold.A year ago, the crimes these men committed warranted nothing short of death. B
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
