The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Dawn approached, and only the faint dark red sparks of the fire under the mountain remained as if a strong gust of wind could blow it off.

Caspian faced the stone, watching Dwayne who was nailed in front of him, was on his last breath.

The severe injuries, blood loss, and fright would be the end of him.

The utter misery and the pain accompanied by fear made Dwayne secretly curse at himself.

Would it not be great if he were a weak mortal instead of a warrior?

That way, he would be dead and free long ago, rather than ending up in that situation.

“I’ve… named them all… Your Highness…” Dwayne uttered with incredible difficulty.

With every word he said, it felt as if a blunt knife scratched his throat.

However, Dwayne had to find strength and say he wanted to die.

“Kill… Kill me… Just please…” Dwayne pleaded weakly.

Nonetheless, Caspian only glanced coldly at Dwayne and asked indifferently, “Dwayne, have you been to the hellhole prison?”

“I…” Just as Dwayne spoke one word, he suddenly realized something, and his pupils constricted.

However, Caspian did not spare another glance at him anymore, and he turned around to leave.

“Enjoy that kind of despair.”

“Please… Kill me…” Dwayne watched as Caspian’s back went further and further into the snowstorm until he completely disappeared.

Soon, he let out a hoarse cry.

Unfortunately, his blood ran dry, so he did not have any tears left either.

***

Caspian crossed the border of

7th of January, and there were 21 days before Edgar’s 30th-anniversary celebration of his ascension to

the blink of an eye,

people mentioned the chaos in the imperial court a few years ago

a Great Oceans Sect’s disciple, the entire Salleria became relatively peaceful in the past few

to the throne, Salleria would no

change was more

the name that once attracted

be whether someone deliberately suppressed it, or there were other

in several surrounding counties and countries as the Great Oceans

improved compared to

throne would not be organized with such great fanfare that several neighboring counties sent envoys to come

unaware might even think Salleria capitulated

the atmosphere would be completely pushed to the

now was to make sure that the

the one hand, they wanted

they must also remove all unstable

the whole celebration, the imperial city of

must be recoated, the murals must be repainted, and the glazed bricks

that, even all the chairs, teacups, and bricks on the ground in the imperial city must be brand new

none other than Morris, the

had absolute power to appoint and remove the

clothing of the king as well as decide on

of power could only be the most

Morris was just a little-known eunuch in

he could reach such a high position now, he made an outstanding contribution three years

overstepped

his keen findings and timely report that a catastrophe for Salleria

directing a few muscular craftsmen to place

Slow down! Don’t rush! Hey! I told you to move

those craftsmen finally placed the vase,