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

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

weeks passed in the blink of an eye,

people mentioned the chaos in the imperial court

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

went around that once Carson ascended to the throne, Salleria would

more exciting than opening up

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

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

a pivotal presence in several surrounding counties and countries as the Great Oceans

status was significantly improved compared to a few years

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

unaware might even think Salleria

the celebratory mood, and the atmosphere would be completely pushed

do now was to make sure that

they wanted to

they must also remove all unstable factors as soon as

whole celebration, the imperial city of Salleria, made the

imperial city must be recoated, the murals must be repainted, and the glazed bricks and tiles must be

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

than Morris, the eunuch, who now handled the imperial court’s

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

the king as well as decide on the decoration of the palace in the imperial

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

years ago, Morris was just a little-known eunuch in the inner

simple as to why he could reach such a high

the first to discover that the former prince overstepped his boundaries with his

because of his keen findings and timely report that a catastrophe for Salleria was

down, directing a few muscular craftsmen to place

told you to move slower!” Morris shrieked at the top of his

his watchful eyes, those craftsmen finally placed the vase, and