The Crown Prince exited through the prison doors and began to snicker. Things were just starting to get fun. When he first brought that Yeha brat into the Silver Nation, he only did it to pacify Jewol. There was no other reason. But when did things in life go as planned?
"Your Highness."
Jewol, who had been sitting in his room, got up anxiously. How could his face look so beautiful even as it was filled with anguish and sorrow? The Crown Prince approached Jewol, grabbed his cheek, and brought him into his embrace.
He could feel the tension in Jewol's body. It had been different in the past. Back then, Jewol was like a young angel. There was a time when he looked at him with clear eyes, no speck of dirt in sight. And the one who had dirtied and shattered those eyes was none other than himself.
Neither you nor I can be rewarded for our feelings.
Jewol was unaware of the Crown Prince's feelings and merely looked up at him with a pale face.
"What are you worried about?"
"That is..."
Are you worried that your falcon will get hurt?"
"......No."
Jewol had been lying more lately. The Crown Prince chuckled and pulled away.
"The only way to domesticate a wild falcon is to keep it caged."
Jewol didn't say anything in response. He was now pretty good at reading the Crown Prince's temperament. Jewol knew how quickly he could become cruel and ruthless.
"The falcon will only come to you if you starve it just before it dies. You need to make it reach its limit in order to make it yours. If you can't do that, you will never become the falcon's master. You will become its servant instead."
The Crown Prince walked over to the other side of the room and picked up a bow. He pulled on its string. Now that he thought about it, that brat was the one who had shot the arrow that struck down the Red King from such a far distance. The arrow rode the wind and flew at a frightening speed before piercing through all that armor and almost striking his heart.
The Crown Prince walked over to Jewol, whose brows were furrowed.
"Don't become weak, Jewol. Doesn't Hyun-ah belong to you already?"
"But......"
"Break her spirit. Don't worry about hurting her. If you try to humor her too much, she will begin to think that she is the master."
Jewol silently gazed at him.
"Does that mean you'll let her live?"
"Didn't I say that she belonged to you?"
As if he were doing Jewol a favor, the Crown Prince began to lightly pat Jewol's cheek.
"Take your wife and go home. And then find the guibin. The nine seals are now in our hands. Once we find hers, we will be able to obtain everything we want."
The map.
That was what the Crown Prince wanted.
The three-legged crow's seal that marked the location of the holy sanctum of the extinct nation of Paran. Once those ten pieces were gathered together, the map of Paran would be complete. Then they wouldn't have to struggle in this battle. Honestly, the Crown Prince wanted more than the Silver Nation. Like the ancient kingdom of Paran, he wanted an empire that ruled over the whole world.
But then that guibin bitch went ahead and deceived the eyes of the emperor, and her sins were too great. Her death would definitely get rid of the Red King and Chaeyoung, who were thorns in his eyes.
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Lady of YeonSung (Lisrene)
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