Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills - Chapter 394

Chapter 394: Chapter 394: Secret Meet
With a faint gesture, the door swung open, revealing Myria’s cold, expressionless face.

“Oh my, oh my, we have a guest already. Come in, Princess!” Bella greeted with a faintly teasing smile.

Myria frowned but ignored Bella’s jab, much like she had done the last time. Without a word, she strode into the room, her hand gripping the hilt of her sword tightly.

Her eyes betrayed a mixture of hesitation and wariness, yet it was clear that her growing curiosity had driven her to this moment.

“What can I do for you, Princess?” Aengus asked calmly, seated comfortably on the bed. Though his tone was inquiring, it was clear he already knew why she had come.

Myria’s gaze flickered between Bella and Aengus before she spoke, “Zytherion, right?”

Aengus’s expression didn’t waver, but his tone grew firm as he replied, “No. It should be ‘Your Highness’ to you.”

“Hmph, don’t be so proud of yourself, Zytherion. You just got lucky,” Myria said calmly, her tone laced with disdain. “You will never be able to take the Emperor’s Throne anyway. My father will be victorious.”

“Oh, is my husband so much incompetent than your father, Princess?” Bella teased.

Myria’s expression darkened slightly. For some reason, Bella’s smile irritated her. It wasn’t mocking—it was worse. It was the smile of someone who saw her as a naive child trying to play an adult’s game.

Suppressing her annoyance, Myria turned her attention to Aengus. “Can I ask you something?” she asked.

Aengus met her gaze evenly, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Sure, Princess. You can ask anything you want, but I’ll only answer what I like. Though I have a feeling you’re here to ask about your grandfather, aren’t you?”

Aengus exchanged a glance with Bella, who gave a slight nod of approval, her teasing demeanor fading into seriousness.

“Alright, Princess, I’ll tell you about your grandfather, Emperor Dimitri. But be warned, what I’m about to share may change how you see your family forever.”

Myria’s brows furrowed, her grip tightening on her sword’s hilt. “Just tell me Everything.”

Aengus leaned back slightly, his eyes distant as if recalling a memory.

“By an accident I met Emperor Dimitri when I was much younger—barely a teenager. It was on the far reaches of the Void Zone, a chaotic and unstable region where even the most powerful Dominators rarely dare to tread. He was alive, but only barely. Wounded, betrayed, and running out of time.”

“Betrayed?” Myria interrupted sharply.

“Yes,” Aengus confirmed, his gaze locking with hers. “He didn’t go down fighting external enemies as the official records claim. He thought he was betrayed by those closest to him—his allies, his trusted council. But now I’ve found the truth to be far more terrifying to handle. Among the betrayers was none other than his beloved… wife.”

“Nonsense!” Myria snapped, her voice echoing as the environment around them grew chilly. “My grandmother would never do such a thing.”

Aengus and Bella remained unfazed.

“I told you, Princess,” Aengus said calmly. “The truth is often something we struggle to handle. But the truth remains the truth. Your grandmother colluded with his so-called allies to kill him and take the throne for herself. Though, I still don’t know the exact reason.”

He paused, sighing sadly. “And yet, I remember your grandfather’s final request—to protect his wife and child. Knowing what I know now, I pity the man. He was betrayed by the woman he loved most.”

Bella, who had been watching silently, finally spoke. “You wanted the truth, didn’t you, Princess? Sometimes it’s far from noble. It can be cruel and ugly you know.”

Myria’s fists clenched tightly as her mind wavered, torn between loyalty to her grandmother and the image of her grandfather’s betrayal. Her heart ached at the thought of his suffering, but her mind refused to accept Aengus’s claim.

“You still don’t believe me? Or do you just not care about your grandfather?”

Myria scoffed, turning her back on him. “Why should I? Should I simply take your word for it?”

A faint smirk played on Aengus’s lips.

“No, Princess. I don’t expect you to believe me. I expect you to find the truth for yourself. And when you do, I hope you’ll be ready to join me by my side. You don’t want to let your grandfather’s legacy to plummeted at least, right?”

Myria huffed. “We’ll see about that after I uncover the truth.”

With that, she left as swiftly as she had come.

However, her mood was low, and her suspicions about her grandmother grew stronger.

“Did Grandmother really do that? If so, why? What was the reason?”

“And as for Father… is he aware of it? I need to talk to him,” Myria thought, her mind heavy as she walked aimlessly.

Seeing her leave, Bella chuckled.

“Well, aren’t you giving her too much attention, husband? You could’ve just made her your slave like the others, couldn’t you?” she asked curiously.

“I could,” Aengus replied calmly. “But it limits one’s potential to grow—both physically and spiritually. To reach their true potential, people need the freedom to act according to their will. As for her, she’s simply a gem. If she joins us willingly, she could shine even brighter. If not… well, I have other ways.”

Bella’s jealousy flared despite herself. “If she’s a gem, then what about me?” she asked, trying to keep her tone casual but unable to hide the jealousy in her voice.

Aengus smiled, reaching for her hand. “You, my dear wife, are the mother of my child, and half of my crown that holds every precious gem. Without you and Aria, there’s no brilliance, no balance.”

Bella’s pout softened slightly, but she still narrowed her eyes. “Hmph. You always know what to say to calm us down. But I still don’t like how you talk about her. You can’t have anyone else but me and Aria. ”

Aengus chuckled, pulling her close. “You have no reason to worry. Myria’s potential is worth recognizing, but she doesn’t hold my heart. You and Aria do. She’s merely a piece in this game. If she chooses to stand against us, I’ll deal with her as I must.”

Bella leaned into him, her protectiveness surfacing. “Good. Because if she tries anything, I’ll make her regret it. She may be talented, but no one comes between us three.”

Aengus stroked her hair, his gaze distant, thinking about Aria.

“Don’t worry, my Wife. Let her uncover her truth. Whether it destroys her or brings her to our side, the outcome won’t change. The throne will be ours.”