I Became the Youngest Prince in the Novel

Chapter 88: Azela (3)

Chapter 88: Azela (3)

TL/Editor: Rungir

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Mind blocks.

They take all shapes and flavors, but they all share one thing.

They exist as a single force.

Even though many beings could live inside one person, it doesn't mean that a single mind block could split into many.

It's not just difficult, it's impossible.

"But why......”

That's why she couldn't understand.

Why so many of them stood in front of Azela.

Just their acknowledgment made her feel as though she might vanish.

And the man who sat on a throne in the center of the crowd, looking down on her.

It was downright silly.

"Aah......”

Right now, she felt a deeper fear for the lone man than for the crowd of many.

He was both greatly respected and utterly powerful.

There were no words that fit the man better.

His simple presence seemed to control the whole world.

Swish-

The man, who had been studying Azela, pointed a finger at her.

In that moment.

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The sea made by the crowd started to move.

From one end of the horizon to the other.

The ground shook wildly under the feet of the horses that filled the place.

After them were endless soldiers, constantly singing their king's praises.

A shout and a war cry that seemed to rip the whole sky.

"How can I......”

The demon Azela stared blankly at the sea of the crowd heading towards her, all of them targeting her.

A mind force boosted to the max by the eye of destruction?

Power and skills built over hundreds of years?

Such things were worthless in front of that crowd.

There was no way a single force could face something like that.

It was nothing more than a one-sided slaughter, a simple mockery.

When Azela's eyes filled with despair and emptiness,

At last, Azela's mind force was swept away by the Emperor's crowd.

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Raei Translations

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"Cough!"

Azela, who had come back to her physical form, coughed up a large amount of blood.

Her mind force, a part of her consciousness, being wiped out had caused great harm to her body.

But,

"Huhhh!"

What filled Azela's eyes was not pain, but fear.

'I need to escape!'

Even though her body was so damaged that she could barely move, that was not what mattered at the moment.

The man sitting in front of her, Zion Agnes, was a monster.

A monster that Azela herself could never face.

So, guided by instinct, she tried to flee, but...

"Why, why won't the connection break!"

The mind link with Zion wasn't cut off.

"I have a question."

A soft voice whispered in Azela's ear.

"!!!!!"

The owner of the voice was Zion, his eyes quietly returning to their original lazy state.

"You didn't think I'd just let you walk away, did you?"

A chilling smile curved Zion's lips.

In that moment, Azela understood.

Those eyes.

Zion's eyes, staring at her now, mirrored the man's eyes she had seen in the mind world.

"Aah......"

Despair filled her eyes when,

"I never let off anyone who threatens me."

Zion's Black Star slid back along the still-connected link, boring into Azela's psyche.

"Keeek!"

As a result, her already weak spirit began to crumble instantly.

This proved deadly for Azela, whose essence was her spirit.

She quaked, her eyes losing focus.

Swish-

In Zion's gaze, black stars started to rise slowly.

From the moment he stepped into the room, Zion knew she was plotting something.

But he let her be and observed.

After all, it was impossible for a demon like her to invade Zion's mind.

'It seems tricky to control in reverse...'

Even for Zion, the hardest level of mind control was impossible to perform from scratch without any base knowledge.

In reality, it was only possible now because his mind was linked to Azela's through her demon eye.

However, if he used that demon eye against her, it seemed he could control her movements for a short while before she expired.

"It'd be nice to at least leave a warning."

Immediately after, Zion, murmuring So, traced a thin line with his gaze.

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Raei Translations

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"You couldn't find out?"

Sharin May, a key leader in Ouroboros, asked her fallen shadow.

"I'm sorry."

A downcast voice came from the Shadow's mouth.

Sharin merely stared at him, making no excuses.

The question in her eyes wasn't anger but curiosity.

'Shadow couldn't find out?'

Among other things, Shadow's information-gathering ability was unparalleled.

If Shadow hadn't discovered it yet, it meant the information was highly classified.

'Is it that hard to find out his identity?'

With this thought, Sharin remembered the grey-haired man she'd seen at the underground auction.

The man who had claimed the Breath of the Frost Queen at the auction and single-handedly ruined Ouroboros' secret branch.

Since then, she had been trying to identify the man, but had made no headway.

"But there was a strange part."

Drawing Sharin's attention, Shadow started to speak.

"Speak."

"It felt like I was consistently being blocked in my search."

"....You were blocked?"

"Yes. There were a few times when I almost found a clue, but it was immediately cut off. It happened so naturally that I almost didn't notice it."

Sharin's eyes grew serious.

If Shadow was asserting this, it signaled the intervention was by an exceptionally adept entity.

Likely, only a top-tier information guild could manage such a feat as an organization.

"But who could it be......"

Her question only deepened.

'It can't be a direct descendant of Agnes....no, he probably just changed his hair color.'

After a moment of contemplation, Sharin addressed Shadow.

"I'll extend the deadline, expand your search range. Don't get fixated on the hair color."

"Understood."

"Go on."

Shadow vanished from the spot before Sharin had finished speaking.

"I must find him, no matter what."

Left alone in the room, Sharin muttered to herself.

The man's knowledge of their identities was one issue, but his audacity to make a fool of her had infuriated her beyond measure.

Her anger was so intense, it was affecting her sleep.

She felt she could only be appeased once she had torn that man limb from limb.

Just then,

"Miss Sharin, we have an intruder."

An organization member burst into the room, announcing with urgency.

"What?"

Sharin's eyes hardened.

One secret branch had already been wiped out by an intruder, and this location was newly established.

Yet another intruder had appeared, stirring her already heightened senses.

'How did they discover this place?'

The organization member continued speaking to a bewildered Sharin.

"But... the intruder asked to meet you, Miss Sharin."

"What do you mean?"

"Just that. He walked in through the main entrance and requested to see you."

Her eyes sparkled with curiosity at that.

This was an unprecedented situation.

And that made it all the more intriguing.

"Bring him in."

"...Excuse me?"

"Bring him in."

If he had the means to find this location and the audacity to come here alone, he was no ordinary individual.

A few minutes later, the intruder appeared before Sharin.

A man dressed in a navy suit, snake-like eyes and pointed ears.

"My name is Diral."

The man bowed his head, introducing himself.

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Raei Translations

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"It should be over by now."

The Fourth Prince, Utekan, mumbled as he gazed toward Baeksung Palace.

Of course, he was referring to Zion's mental corrosion.

"I definitely saw Zion Agnes enter the isolated room..."

No need to see the rest.

Other than Utekan himself, Azela was the highest skilled demon in mental corruption.

If she wielded Monghunhyang and the Eye of Destruction, the only beings who could resist were the 'Seven Heavens.'

"That arrogant whelp, daring to ask for the Jinglo Army."

He had overreached his station, and it was only fitting that he paid the requisite price.

Moreover, having utilized one of her paramount techniques, Azela, he planned to exploit Zion as his puppet until his physical form disintegrated completely.

'It's time to start strategizing.'

With that thought, Utekan, shelving his musings about Zion, turned his attention to the other royal family members.

Now, the true contest for the throne commenced.

Consequently, forming a temporary alliance with at least one of the royal family members was necessary to secure an advantageous position.

"I've already failed with Evelyn, leaving only the first prince and Diana..."

Aligning with Rubrious seemed near impossible due to his disposition.

That left only the fifth princess, a prospect he wasn't too keen on.

She'd feign alliance on the surface but undoubtedly scheme something in secrecy.

"Can't a single one of them be normal? Is it the damned Agnes blood?"

Expressing the words treated as a proverb amongst demons, Utekan donned his upper attire.

Nonetheless, he intended to at least approach the fifth princess.

At that moment,

"Hmm?"

A figure emerged onto the training field, drawing Utekan's attention.

The figure was none other than Azela.

"Why..."

His eyes filled with bewilderment.

Why was she, who should've returned in the body of Zion Agnes, still in her original form?

Moreover, her appearance was abnormal.

Blood continuously streamed from her eyes and nose.

Her gait was unnatural, like a marionette on strings.

"Ugh..."

She resembled a zombie, a horrifically grotesque sight.

Then, one of Azela's vacant, roaming eyes met Utekan's gaze.

"Sa, save... me..."

She started moving towards Utekan, struggling to utter each word.

With every step forward, the blood flowing from her eyes and nose intensified.

"What..."

Utekan involuntarily recoiled at her condition.

The sight of Azela made it clear.

Her body and mind were on the verge of collapse.

"Please... sa, save..."

Though survival seemed hopeless, Azela propelled her deteriorating body towards Utekan.

As if doing so was her only chance at survival.

"Plea, se...!"

Just as Azela, who had finally reached Utekan, extended a hand toward him...

Splush!

A bright crimson torrent of blood erupted from her orifices.

Only after the burst of blood had painted Utekan completely red did her body finally slump to the ground.

"..."

Utekan stared blankly at her lifeless form.

His eyes gradually ignited with seething rage.

This was a warning.

A grim portent that his fate could mirror this grisly scene.

And there was only one person capable of sending such a harrowing message.

"Zion Agnes!"

A roar like a feral beast's bellow erupted from Utekan's mouth.

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