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

days before Edgar’s 30th-anniversary celebration of his ascension to

eye, and it was now

Salleria appeared very lively, and few people mentioned the chaos in the imperial court a few years ago due

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

rumors went around that once Carson ascended to the throne, Salleria would no

more exciting

the name that once attracted people’s attention as if

the reason why, it would be whether someone deliberately suppressed it, or there

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

was significantly improved compared to a few years

celebration of his ascension to the throne would not be organized with such

think Salleria capitulated

mood, and the atmosphere would be completely pushed to the climax at the end

do now was to make sure that the celebration

they wanted to

also remove

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

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

and bricks on the ground in

in charge of that was none other than

etiquettes meant Morris had absolute power

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

that position and hold that kind of power could only

was just a little-known eunuch in the

as to why he could reach such a high position now, he made an outstanding contribution three

that the former prince overstepped his boundaries with

of his keen findings and timely report that a catastrophe

directing a few muscular

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

the vase, and everyone’s clothes were soaked