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Chapter 324: The Devil’s Bargain ( 324 ) · Oct 29, 2026

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301 Chapter 301: The King Steps In ( 301 ) 2026-10-29
302 Chapter 302: Official Decree ( 302 ) 2026-10-29
303 Chapter 303: A Broken Hero ( 303 ) 2026-10-29
304 Chapter 304: Land of Warriors ( 304 ) 2026-10-29
305 Chapter 305: Seeds of Ambition ( 305 ) 2026-10-29
306 Chapter 306: Warmth and Worries ( 306 ) 2026-10-29
307 Chapter 307: Duel of Wits ( 307 ) 2026-10-29
308 Chapter 308: The Joy of Battle ( 308 ) 2026-10-29
309 Chapter 309: Unseen Threats ( 309 ) 2026-10-29
310 Chapter 310: Instincts of a Leader ( 310 ) 2026-10-29
311 Chapter 311: Wealth and Growth ( 311 ) 2026-10-29
312 Chapter 312: Gold vs. Paper ( 312 ) 2026-10-29
313 Chapter 313: The Value of True Wealth ( 313 ) 2026-10-29
314 Chapter 314: Treasures of the Past ( 314 ) 2026-10-29
315 Chapter 315: Promises and Memories ( 315 ) 2026-10-29
316 Chapter 316: Vows and Bonds ( 316 ) 2026-10-29
317 Chapter 317: Desire and Cruelty ( 317 ) 2026-10-29
318 Chapter 318: When Play Turns Serious ( 318 ) 2026-10-29
319 Chapter 319: The Fearsome Father ( 319 ) 2026-10-29
320 Chapter 320: Dinner Table Politics ( 320 ) 2026-10-29
321 Chapter 321: A Title to Bear ( 321 ) 2026-10-29
322 Chapter 322: The Heir’s Resolve ( 322 ) 2026-10-29
323 Chapter 323: Inside Her Dream ( 323 ) 2026-10-29
324 Chapter 324: The Devil’s Bargain ( 324 ) 2026-10-29
325 Chapter 325: Fools and Pawns ( 325 ) 2026-10-29
326 Chapter 326: Truth and Consequences ( 326 ) 2026-10-29
327 Chapter 327: The True Delegation ( 327 ) 2026-10-29
328 Chapter 328: Memories of a King ( 328 ) 2026-10-29
329 Chapter 329: Old Friends and New Feels ( 329 ) 2026-10-29
330 Chapter 330: A Bite of Trouble ( 330 ) 2026-10-29
331 Chapter 331: Maid Duties and Mischief ( 331 ) 2026-10-29
332 Chapter 332: Rage of the Maid ( 332 ) 2026-10-29
333 Chapter 333: Not Your Average Noblewoman ( 333 ) 2026-10-29
334 Chapter 334: Grill, Kill, and Chill ( 334 ) 2026-10-29
335 Chapter 335: Schemes and Strategies ( 335 ) 2026-10-29
336 Chapter 336: Hammers and Laughs ( 336 ) 2026-10-29
337 Chapter 337: A Dwarf, a Wyvern, and a Bottle ( 337 ) 2026-10-29
338 Chapter 338: Cheers and Chaos ( 338 ) 2026-10-29
339 Chapter 339: Speed, Skill, and Sarcasm ( 339 ) 2026-10-29
340 Chapter 340: Rise of the Predator ( 340 ) 2026-10-29
341 Chapter 341: Too Close for Comfort ( 341 ) 2026-10-29
342 Chapter 342: A Hero’s Deception ( 342 ) 2026-10-29
343 Chapter 343: Plans of Deceit ( 343 ) 2026-10-29
344 Chapter 344: Shattered Illusions ( 344 ) 2026-10-29
345 Chapter 345: Chili and Chains ( 345 ) 2026-10-29
346 Chapter 346: Javier’s Grand Scheme ( 346 ) 2026-10-29
347 Chapter 347: The Throne of Nonsense ( 347 ) 2026-10-29
348 Chapter 348: Defiance and Discovery ( 348 ) 2026-10-29
349 Chapter 349: Traditions and Tensions ( 349 ) 2026-10-29
350 Chapter 350: Submission or Sacrifice ( 350 ) 2026-10-29

Duke Ibzles sat in his dimly lit study, fingers gripping the armrests of his chair. The air felt thick, suffocating with tension.

He was uneasy.

The royal army had stationed itself within his territory, shackling his every move.

He couldn’t mobilize his troops or act without scrutiny.

The Coalition Army had been annihilated. All the noble houses that had joined the war against Armand were now suffering.

Resources depleted. Morale shattered. The once-mighty coalition had collapsed into ruins.

And now—

The king’s forces were watching.

Waiting.

Ibzles’ breath came out slow and controlled, but deep down, panic gnawed at his mind.

”Damn it all… this wasn’t supposed to happen.”

Armand was supposed to fall. Javier De Armand was meant to be nothing more than a troublesome child—not a monster who wiped out armies.

And Garius—

Ibzles gritted his teeth.

That man.

That damned man.

Even now, Count Garius De Armand remained untouched. Unfazed. A king without a crown.

The royal court had done nothing. The Armand family had crushed their enemies with impunity.

And yet—

No punishment. No consequences. No orders from the king.

Nothing.

Ibzles clenched his fists. This silence was worse than anything.

Something was coming.

He could feel it.

And when it arrived—

Would it be his salvation?

Or his execution?

A knock echoed through the dimly lit study.

Duke Ibzles barely looked up, his thoughts a storm of frustration and paranoia.

The door creaked open. His personal butler stepped inside, bowing respectfully.

”My lord.”

Ibzles scowled. ”What!?”

The butler remained composed. ”There is someone who wishes to meet you.”

Ibzles narrowed his eyes. ”Who?”

”He said it’s urgent.”

The duke’s fingers drummed against his desk.

Urgent.

That word made him uneasy.

”Hmm… And what if he’s an assassin sent by Garius?” His voice was laced with suspicion.

The butler shook his head. ”We have already checked. He does not carry a weapon.”

Ibzles exhaled through his nose.

”That means nothing.” His golden eyes darkened. ”What if he’s a magic user?”

Silence.

The butler hesitated.

Because that was the real danger.

A single magic caster could do far more damage than a blade ever could.

Ibzles leaned forward, his voice a quiet snarl. ”If he tries anything, I’ll have his head removed before he speaks another word.”

The butler bowed. ”Understood, my lord. Shall I bring him in?”

The duke’s expression remained cold.

After a long pause—

He nodded.

”Let’s see what this ’urgent matter’ is.”

Duke Ibzles sat stiffly in his chair, his sharp eyes locked onto the figure being led into the room.

A man.

Barefoot, dressed in nothing but a single cloth wrapped around his waist.

No armor. No robes. No jewelry. No weapons.

Yet—

Ibzles felt a suffocating pressure the moment the man entered.

Something wasn’t right.

This man carried no visible strength, yet his presence unnerved the duke more than a battalion of knights.

The air felt wrong.

Like the room itself had darkened, as if the flickering candlelight dimmed just from his existence.

Ibzles swallowed his discomfort, masking it with a scowl.

He leaned forward, eyes narrowing. ”State your business.”

The man smiled.

It was a slow, deliberate smile—one that held no warmth.

Then, in a voice smooth as silk yet carrying an unsettling weight, he spoke.

”Power, my lord.”

Ibzles stiffened.

The man’s eyes—deep, dark, and knowing—never blinked.

”I am here to give you power.”

A chill ran down the duke’s spine.

Somewhere deep in his gut, he knew—

This man was not ordinary.

Duke Ibzles narrowed his eyes. ”What do you mean… power?”

The man did not blink.

Instead, his smile deepened—calm, confident, unwavering.

”I know, my lord. Your army—along with the entire coalition—was crushed. You have lost many men, many resources. And now… you can do nothing.”

His voice was smooth, almost mocking.

”Because King Edmund has stepped in.”

Ibzles’ fingers twitched against the armrest of his chair.

He hated hearing it spoken aloud. His failure. His helplessness.

”So?” His tone was sharp. ”What’s your point?”

The man let out a soft chuckle.

”What if I told you… you could become more powerful?”

Ibzles felt his breath hitch.

The man’s voice lowered, filled with something dangerous.

”What if I told you… you could rise above all?”

The candles flickered.

”Even stronger… than the summoned heroes before?”

Ibzles’ heart pounded.

He wasn’t sure if it was fear.

Or anticipation.

”...Tell me more.”

Ibzles’ personal butler stood silently near the edge of the room, his posture straight, his expression neutral.

Around him, the elite guard unit stood in disciplined formation, their hands resting on their weapons. Watching. Waiting.

Their eyes remained locked onto the mysterious man.

And yet—

None of them could hear a single word.

The room was quiet.

Too quiet.

The only thing the butler could see was his lord—Duke Ibzles—leaning forward, speaking in hushed tones.

And then…

The grin.

A slow, deliberate grin spread across Ibzles’ face.

Something about it sent a shiver down the butler’s spine.

What could make his master smile like that… after everything they had lost?

What were they talking about?

The butler had no idea.

And somehow…

He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know.

”Oh… really?”

Ibzles’ voice was laced with intrigue, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Across from him, the mysterious man smiled.

”Yes, my esteemed lord.” His tone was smooth, unwavering.

Ibzles leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers against the armrest. ”Are you really sure?”

The man’s smile did not fade.

”Yes.”

Ibzles exhaled through his nose. ”I didn’t know they were ’hiding’ that ’thing.’”

The butler stiffened.

That thing?

What were they talking about?

The mysterious man tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes gleaming.

”Yes, my esteemed lord. If you act now… if you take the right steps… you can gain that power.”

His voice lowered.

”And become stronger.”

Ibzles’ fingers stopped tapping. His entire body went still.

The mysterious man leaned in.

And then—

He whispered something.

Something only Ibzles could hear.

The duke’s breath hitched.

Then, slowly—

A manic grin stretched across his face.

The butler felt a chill run down his spine.

What had that man just said?

Ibzles’ manic grin lingered as he leaned forward, his eyes narrowing at the mysterious man.

”Tell me… why are you telling me this?”

The man’s smile remained unchanged, as if he had been expecting the question.

”It’s simple, my esteemed lord.” His voice was calm. ”I will benefit from it.”

Ibzles raised a brow.

”Oh?” His fingers tapped against the armrest. ”So that’s it. You want money? Women? Land?”

The mysterious man let out a soft chuckle.

”Ah, no, my esteemed lord. I don’t need any of that.”

His dark eyes gleamed with something unreadable.

”Let’s just say… it’s personal interest.”

Ibzles scoffed.

”Hmph! Very well. If what you say is true… if I rise above everyone else…”

He leaned in slightly, his voice carrying a dangerous edge.

”Are you sure you don’t want anything?”

The man’s smile widened just a little.

And for the first time—

His eyes held something else.

Something deeper.

Something dangerous.

But when he spoke, his tone remained smooth and effortless.

”No, my esteemed lord. I will take what I need… when the time comes.”

Ibzles paused.

For a brief second—just a brief one—he felt something off.

But the temptation was already there.

And he wanted power.

Nothing else mattered.

( End of Chapter )

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