Devouring Monarch: Rebirth of the Profane Phoenix - Chapter 63

The Royal Family – Hidden Secrets
⁜ Verana – Eldest Daughter of Drakkur POV

Meanwhile, as Asura was training to his limits, pushing his body and magic as far as he could, the prince was enjoying a lovely day in the city. Having told his knight to attend the training alone since someone rumoured that Asura Injured himself during the training week, he was extremely happy and wanted to celebrate.

“Hahaha, so that idiot burned his talisman, carried out while unconscious by that stuck-up bitch with red hair.”

The prince loved his voice and never held back, even when speaking about the kingdom’s royal knight who protected him no matter where he was all year round.

Maybe the reason he was so excited was that after a week of ignoring him, the duchess of Darkkur finally accepted his invite to go on a date, her beautiful figure wrapped in an alluring but tame black dress, as silky as her glossy raven hair with her ruby eyes like gems adorning her elegant look.

‘This utter moron, does he think I accepted to go to these kinds of stores? More important things are happening inside your kingdom, and you are clueless…’

Verana’s clone only gave a faint smile before looking away towards the expensive clothing boutique that most noble ladies found irresistible. “I see… Why did he get injured?” She spoke with a fair voice, sounding neither too keen to know nor utterly bored, causing the prince to become excited once again.

Valos never noticed that her eyes looked at him, not with an affectionate admiration but a cold and unfeeling hatred. Seeing the pig dancing away seemed to make even the clone that lacked a complete sense of disgust.

“Haha,” the prince showed a vulgar face, lifting his upper lip as his nose and eyes scrunched up, showing how much he hated Asura. ” A Stage Four Abyss that father had locked in the castle dungeons attacked that idiot, hahaha.”

The moment he spoke, even the clone of Verana froze, not to mention the true body sitting at home enjoying a warm bath after a morning of intense training to her limits.

‘You foolish prince! Letting a monster of that grade free from the royal dungeon and for what? To injure someone who defied you…’

‘What low-class bloodline do you stem from, or was it a plot of your father?’

In honesty, Verana felt a deep regret for ignoring her would-be fiance and only taking interest when he defeated the princess in the first-year assessment duels.

However, after speaking with her father and visiting their study, she discovered a shocking fact… That the true descendants of the first Queen Athea were not the current line but the Fenix bloodline…

‘How could I miss such a powerful support to face the future threats… I made a grave error in my judgment. Well, this garbage prince is losing his usefulness, anyway.’

“You should have seen the face on his bitch maid, crying because he wouldn’t wake up for days! Hahaha, all I needed to do was tell my father and he…” For the first time, the prince stopped speaking, seeming to realise he had spoken extremely delicate secrets.

“You really cannot tell me? Even if I look this cute?” Verana felt like vomiting as her clone made a cute pose, fluttering her lashes as the prince suddenly blushed like a choir boy despite his despicable actions toward other women daily.

Until he lost his manhood, that is.

“I… If I tell you, My Queen, you cannot say anything!” His face looked pale—there was a sense of seriousness and fear that the prince had never shown before, making her feel a genuine shock that even the brainless Valos could be this way.

Yet still, he was like a dog wagging his tail for its master. Her eyes narrowed, dodging his outstretched hand and chuckling with her deep, husky voice.

“Then I promise, please tell me, My Prince.”

‘It seems he still has a little brainpower left in that rotten head of his.’

While thinking such thoughts, the prince moved closer with his eyes darting around—as they turned into a more private place. He finally spoke with a quiet voice that seemed to carry a slightly bragging tone as his eyes lit up while speaking.

“I complained to my father about Asura Fenix, saying that the bastard was the one who ruined my life. So, my father arranged a meeting with the Abyss guild.”

Each word made the prince’s formerly dejected face glow brighter with a sense of superiority as Verana’s quick mind pieced together the situation.

‘The prince cried to his father—then his stupid father contacted the enemy of their kingdom, the ones who killed the first queen in a gruesome battle… All to have a first-year student from the true royal family assassinated.’

‘How could this idiot brag about something so idiotic?’

“Verana? Is something wrong?” Prince Valos looked confused as she momentarily showed a visibly disgusted face before shaking her head and giving a wry smile.

“Forgive me, it’s just that boy being my fiance made me worry I would be the one doubted as responsible.” Her husky voice was charming, and a faint pink mist emitted as she used her charm magic to change the prince’s mind, the mist so thin that even his knights a few steps behind couldn’t notice.

“Damn it!”

The prince was angry, his teeth ground together as he let out a curse, snarling, his eyes and brows scrunching together while seeming to be filled with rage—turning his gaze to Verana’s beautiful face, he became lost in her charms now staring with soft eyes, like a worried knight for his maiden.

“If I speak to father… maybe I could do something about it!”

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In Verana’s private dorm, she lay in the bath, her wondrous body hidden by the bubbles inside her deep, hot spring bath. She seemed locked in thought, looking to the ceiling as her arms leaned over the bath ridge.

“This damn prince and king, do they not realise that there is no time to waste on playing with women… if things do not change, there will be no Silvara in five years.” Her voice was low and scratchy. As if she were sick, it was her current mood, feeling lazy and weak after emptying her twin mana cores.

“I have sacrificed so much already, and these idiots are just opening the doors to our enemies willingly.”

The next moment, a woman or young adult who seemed to look identical to Verana entered the room. Her face was like a beautiful fox, charming and deadly, with a beauty spot beneath her eye as she looked down at the resting Dutches.

“My dear older sister, why are you sleeping here so calmly? Do you not regret accepting the fiancé I tossed away when they offered it to me?”

‘What older sister? We were born the same day, and I just came first.’

‘Verena, are you jealous again that the prince only cares for the heir to the duchy and not you, the second daughter?’ Slowly climbing from the bath, the elder sister Verana’s body was one level above Verena, who seemed to grit her teeth with jealousy upon watching her pass.’

She felt the same way as the prince when he seemed to have something to brag about. Verana finished her bath and left the room, leaving only the youngest sister in silence as the bath bubbles sizzled and popped.

“Hmph, stuck-up bitch! Just wait till next year—I will take my rightful inheritance, and my beloved Shang Luo will become the new king of Silvara!”