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 Salleria and officially returned

were 21 days

of an eye, and it was now the 22nd

and few people mentioned the chaos in the imperial

and was accepted as a Great

ascended to the

change was more exciting than opening

no one mentioned the name that once attracted people’s attention as if the person

suppressed it, or there were other reasons why only a few

a pivotal presence in several surrounding counties and countries

significantly improved

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

think Salleria

was already in the celebratory mood, and the atmosphere would be completely pushed to the climax

do now was to

one hand, they wanted to ensure the

the other hand, they must also remove

most important places in the whole celebration, the imperial city of Salleria,

city must be recoated, the murals must be repainted,

and bricks on the ground in the imperial

person in charge of that was none other than Morris, the

in control of the Salleria’s imperial court’s etiquettes meant Morris had absolute power to

same time, he must handle the food and clothing of the king as well as decide on the decoration

could sit in that position and hold that kind of power could only be

was just a little-known eunuch in

to why he could reach such a high position now,

first to discover that the former prince overstepped his boundaries with his sister and even intended to

keen findings and timely report that a catastrophe for Salleria was

that moment, Morris jumped up and down, directing

you to move slower!” Morris shrieked at

craftsmen finally placed the vase, and everyone’s clothes were soaked