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.

***

crossed the border

were 21 days before Edgar’s 30th-anniversary celebration

in the blink of an eye, and it was now the

the chaos

as a Great Oceans Sect’s disciple, the entire Salleria became relatively peaceful

the throne, Salleria

change was more exciting than opening

that once attracted

be whether someone deliberately suppressed it, or there were other reasons why only a

and countries as the Great Oceans Sect attached great importance

its status was significantly improved compared to

with such great fanfare that several neighboring counties sent

think

as a month ago, the capital of Salleria was already in the celebratory mood, and the atmosphere would be completely pushed

now was to make sure that the

they wanted

other hand, they must also

whole celebration, the imperial city of Salleria, made

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

the chairs, teacups, and bricks on the ground in the imperial city must be brand new to

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

Salleria’s imperial court’s etiquettes meant Morris had absolute power to appoint and remove the palace ladies and

food and clothing of the king as well as decide on the decoration

and hold that kind of power could only be the most trusted confidant of

ago, Morris was just a little-known eunuch

why he could reach such a high position now,

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

and timely report that a catastrophe for Salleria was

directing a few muscular craftsmen to place a one-story-high

down! Don’t rush! Hey! I told you to move slower!” Morris shrieked at the

craftsmen finally placed the vase, and everyone’s