From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

The King's messenger was garbed in a splendid and meticulous uniform, a light grey suit of exquisite workmanship, wearing a badge on the chest that bore the emblem of the Holy Grail, signifying his identity.

He tried to remain as calm as possible while he gazed at the two high-and-mighty figures before him.

Whether it was "Raven" Byrne Fischer or "Dragon Taming Lord" Aldrich Romann, both were influential members of great noble families in Cyart, with resounding reputations. Even he, as a messenger of the Adley Royal Family, could not afford to offend them.

However, deep inside, the King's messenger also knew very well that there was someone he absolutely could not afford to offend—the King himself.

Just what kind of person was His Majesty Noah, the new king? He couldn't grasp that, only knowing that he had no other choice.

Regardless, he, as a messenger, had to act according to His Majesty the King's instructions.

However, the situation now seemed somewhat off.

Quietly, the King's messenger touched the second letter he carried.

Byrne advanced calmly, and spoke indifferently to the King's messenger, "You have had a long journey."

"Please return and tell His Majesty Noah that we have an urgent situation and must return to our families immediately. We will provide a thorough explanation afterwards. We will surely find a way to seek His Majesty Noah's forgiveness later on, and we hope His Majesty can grant us some leniency," he said.

"This..."

The King's messenger fell into thought.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally continued to ask, "Lord Byrne and Lord Aldrich, are you both certain you wish to leave?"

Aldrich spoke with a smile, saying serenely, "Why? Perhaps you intend to stop us?"

The King's messenger hastened to shake his head and promptly replied, "No, of course not, Lord Aldrich, only the King said that if you both didn't wish to return, then I should read another command."

An ominous premonition stirred deep inside Byrne, and frowning, he said,

"Another command?"

"Yes."

The King's messenger quickly produced another letter with a golden edge and took out a scroll written with His Majesty Noah's new order. Then his expression underwent a drastic change, and his body began to tremble slightly.

"How can this be..."

He took a deep breath, trying to speak, but for a long time no words came out.

"This..."

Byrne sensed that something was increasingly amiss, and he immediately pressed, "What exactly is the command?"

The King's messenger looked at him, opened his mouth, but still did not speak.

Byrne no longer needed to ask, as it was abundantly clear in his heart that His Majesty Noah's second command must be problematic!

Otherwise, it would not have caused the King's messenger to tremble uncontrollably, hesitate, and remain speechless for so long—an envoy professionally trained would rarely lose their composure like this.

Chris, Darren, and Amos all frowned in confusion as well.

At that moment, Byrne and Aldrich exchanged glances.

Suddenly, they understood what the new command must be!

Without a doubt, only such a command could make the King's messenger before them tremble, hesitate, and be at a loss for words for so long.

Turning around, Byrne said, "We must set sail at once! We can't delay any longer!"

Because that command could threaten the very life of the King's messenger!

"The command is, is..."

The King's messenger shook uncontrollably, eventually falling to his knees and bowing his head.

With an impassive face, Chris used telekinesis to take the golden-edged scroll into his hands and immediately opened it, while Byrne quickly glanced at it.

He showed a look of surprise and then handed the letter to Aldrich.

After reading it, Aldrich fell silent, shook his head, and said calmly,

"His Majesty Noah has more courage than I imagined, boldly declaring our two families traitors and conspirators with the heretical cult so soon after ascending the throne. It seems he intends to eradicate our alliance, and based on what's written here, our Noah has already gathered ample evidence."

Byrne instantly recalled the forbidden Extraordinary materials, "Ashes of Death," that the Fischer family had helped transport for the Romann family.

Those prohibited religious materials indeed only truly required for the grand sacrificial ceremonies of heretical cults.

Although they had never inquired about the specific details, the likelihood of the Romann family's collusion with heretical cults was quite high. However, Byrne also had no knowledge of exactly which secretive cult they might be conspiring with.

As for whether the Fischer family was involved with the heretical cults...

Suddenly, Darren spoke up, "Wait a minute, is it just our two families they're targeting?"

"You mean the Frosac and Jones families aren't within the scope of the sanctions?"

Byrne nodded slightly and said, "Maybe he also sent messages to steady the Frosac and Jones families. In reality, it's a very simple tactic of governance, nothing but sowing discord, division, wishful thinking, and ultimately breaking us one by one..."

Darren chuckled and continued, "But it often proves quite effective."

Turning his head, Byrne looked at his son and said indifferently, "Still, have a little faith in our allies."

After he spoke, he paused, deep down not holding much confidence in the allied families.

It was probably because he had experienced too much.

"Get on the boat, back to Nasir City immediately!"

Just as everyone was about to board the ship, the climate of the port underwent a dramatic change!n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Initially bathed in brilliant sunshine, the harbor's surface glimmered like countless tiny diamonds, with numerous ships sailing leisurely and seagulls drawing elegant arcs in the sky.

However, the peaceful and harmonious scene changed subtly without notice.

At first, only a few dark clouds quietly emerged at the edge of the sky, moving slowly as if reluctant to disturb anything. Over time, these clouds seemed to come alive; they gathered quickly, expanded, and eventually formed a massive blanket of black clouds, covering the entire sky like a dark curtain.

The arrival of the dark clouds brought noticeable changes. The sea breeze turned fierce, dispersing the warm sunshine and replacing it with a bone-chilling cold.

The waves grew more tumultuous, striking the shore's rocks with deafening noise, and the previously tranquil harbor suddenly became restless.

"What's happening?"

"What's going on?"

"Something doesn't seem right!"

The people at the harbor noticed the changes. They looked up to the sky, expressions of surprise and fear evident on their faces.

Some fishermen quickly gathered their nets and steered their boats toward the shore; some residents frantically looked for shelter, trying to hide from the impending storm, creating a tense atmosphere throughout the harbor.

The ones who had made it to the ship, like Byrne and company, knew full well that today's events were no longer so simple.

As time passed, the black clouds grew even lower, as if they were within reach.

Lightning began to zigzag through the clouds, illuminating the dark sky; the rolling thunder shook everyone's soul, filling many hearts with fear and unrest as a storm was about to arrive!

The whole harbor was enveloped in an atmosphere of suppression and tension.

Amos of the Romann family suddenly shouted, "Look, what is that!"

In the thick darkness of the sky, the undead former Cyart King loomed like a solitary mountain, silently floating above the clouds. His figure was made of dark mists, intermittently flashing a chilling light, as if embodying the deepest part of the darkness.

The fierce sea wind howled, lifting the mist-like cloak on him. His features were obscured by the dark mist, revealing only a pair of eyes gleaming with ghostly light.

The former Cyart King's gaze, like ice-cold blades, pierced the pitch-black clouds, ruthlessly overlooking the port below.

Under his scrutiny, the harbor seemed to become a giant chessboard, with the ships, buildings, and people all becoming pawns. The undead observed every detail on this chessboard quietly, as if searching for an opportunity, waiting for fate to turn.

Byrne stared at the former Cyart King in the sky, a sudden realization dawning deep within him. So that's how it was; he had used some power to transform himself into one of the undead.

A cold voice came from the sky.

"Aldrich Romann, Byrne Fischer."

"I declare you guilty!"