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.

***

broke, Caspian crossed the border of

days before Edgar’s 30th-anniversary celebration of

the blink of an eye, and

time, the entire capital of Salleria appeared very lively, and few people mentioned the chaos in the imperial court a few

showed great talent in cultivation and was accepted as a Great

to the throne, Salleria

more exciting than opening up

no one mentioned the name that once attracted people’s attention as if the person never

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

surrounding counties and countries

improved compared to

30th-anniversary celebration of his ascension to the throne would not be organized with such great fanfare that several neighboring counties

might even think Salleria

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

Salleria had to do now was to make sure that the celebration

wanted to

hand, they must also remove all unstable factors as soon

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

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

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

charge of that was none other than Morris,

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

the king as well as decide on the decoration

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

years ago, Morris was just a

the reason was simple as to why he could reach such

discover that the former prince overstepped his boundaries with his sister and

his keen findings and timely report

directing a few muscular craftsmen to place a

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

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