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Chapter 347: The Throne of Nonsense ( 347 ) · Oct 04, 2026

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301 Chapter 301 301: The King Steps In ( 301 ) 2026-10-04
302 Chapter 302 302: Official Decree ( 302 ) 2026-10-04
303 Chapter 303 303: A Broken Hero ( 303 ) 2026-10-04
304 Chapter 304 304: Land of Warriors ( 304 ) 2026-10-04
305 Chapter 305 305: Seeds of Ambition ( 305 ) 2026-10-04
306 Chapter 306 306: Warmth and Worries ( 306 ) 2026-10-04
307 Chapter 307 307: Duel of Wits ( 307 ) 2026-10-04
308 Chapter 308 308: The Joy of Battle ( 308 ) 2026-10-04
309 Chapter 309 309: Unseen Threats ( 309 ) 2026-10-04
310 Chapter 310 310: Instincts of a Leader ( 310 ) 2026-10-04
311 Chapter 311 311: Wealth and Growth ( 311 ) 2026-10-04
312 Chapter 312 312: Gold vs. Paper ( 312 ) 2026-10-04
313 Chapter 313 313: The Value of True Wealth ( 313 ) 2026-10-04
314 Chapter 314 314: Treasures of the Past ( 314 ) 2026-10-04
315 Chapter 315 315: Promises and Memories ( 315 ) 2026-10-04
316 Chapter 316 316: Vows and Bonds ( 316 ) 2026-10-04
317 Chapter 317 317: Desire and Cruelty ( 317 ) 2026-10-04
318 Chapter 318 318: When Play Turns Serious ( 318 ) 2026-10-04
319 Chapter 319 319: The Fearsome Father ( 319 ) 2026-10-04
320 Chapter 320: Dinner Table Politics ( 320 ) 2026-10-04
321 Chapter 321: A Title to Bear ( 321 ) 2026-10-04
322 Chapter 322: The Heirʼs Resolve ( 322 ) 2026-10-04
323 Chapter 323: Inside Her Dream ( 323 ) 2026-10-04
324 Chapter 324: The Devilʼs Bargain ( 324 ) 2026-10-04
325 Chapter 325: Fools and Pawns ( 325 ) 2026-10-04
326 Chapter 326: Truth and Consequences ( 326 ) 2026-10-04
327 Chapter 327: The True Delegation ( 327 ) 2026-10-04
328 Chapter 328: Memories of a King ( 328 ) 2026-10-04
329 Chapter 329: Old Friends and New Feels ( 329 ) 2026-10-04
330 Chapter 330: A Bite of Trouble ( 330 ) 2026-10-04
331 Chapter 331: Maid Duties and Mischief ( 331 ) 2026-10-04
332 Chapter 332: Rage of the Maid ( 332 ) 2026-10-04
333 Chapter 333: Not Your Average Noblewoman ( 333 ) 2026-10-04
334 Chapter 334: Grill, Kill, and Chill ( 334 ) 2026-10-04
335 Chapter 335: Schemes and Strategies ( 335 ) 2026-10-04
336 Chapter 336: Hammers and Laughs ( 336 ) 2026-10-04
337 Chapter 337: A Dwarf, a Wyvern, and a Bottle ( 337 ) 2026-10-04
338 Chapter 338: Cheers and Chaos ( 338 ) 2026-10-04
339 Chapter 339: Speed, Skill, and Sarcasm ( 339 ) 2026-10-04
340 Chapter 340: Rise of the Predator ( 340 ) 2026-10-04
341 Chapter 341: Too Close for Comfort ( 341 ) 2026-10-04
342 Chapter 342: A Hero’s Deception ( 342 ) 2026-10-04
343 Chapter 343: Plans of Deceit ( 343 ) 2026-10-04
344 Chapter 344: Shattered Illusions ( 344 ) 2026-10-04
345 Chapter 345: Chili and Chains ( 345 ) 2026-10-04
346 Chapter 346: Javier’s Grand Scheme ( 346 ) 2026-10-04
347 Chapter 347: The Throne of Nonsense ( 347 ) 2026-10-04
348 Chapter 348: Defiance and Discovery ( 348 ) 2026-10-04
349 Chapter 349: Traditions and Tensions ( 349 ) 2026-10-04
350 Chapter 350: Submission or Sacrifice ( 350 ) 2026-10-04

Chapter 347: The Throne of Nonsense ( 347 )

Gloria stood straight, her tone calm and professional.

”My Lord.”

Garius barely lifted his gaze from the stack of documents.

”Yes? Go ahead, Gloria.”

She bowed slightly before continuing.

”Pardon me, but Young Master Javier asked me to deliver a message to you, my Lord.”

Garius sighed.

”What does he want now?”

”Young Master Javier requests your presence in the second main hall.”

Garius raised an eyebrow.

”Huh? For what?”

”He did not tell me the details, my Lord.”

Gloria adjusted her glasses.

”He only said it was important.”

Garius exhaled deeply, leaning back in his chair.

”Haaa… what now…”

At that moment, Alf rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

”Itʼs unusual for Young Master Javier to request something so directly, my Lord.”

His expression turned serious. ”Perhaps it truly is important?”

Erinnette nodded in agreement.

”Yes, thatʼs true, my Lord. Young Master rarely makes personal requests. If heʼs calling you himself, it might actually be urgent.”

Garius paused, thinking hard.

(Javier… requesting my presence? That brat rarely asks for anything seriously… Could it be something major? Something urgent? …Or is it another of his schemes?)

But before he could answer, the door opened.

Fransesca come inside , surrounded by her personal escort maids. She smiled elegantly, her graceful steps unhurried, and her warm eyes landed on Gloria.

”Oh my, Gloria… Just finished sightseeing with my honeybun?”

Her tone was playful and teasing.

”Whereʼs Liana?”

Gloria bowed politely. ”Madam.She with young master right now.”

She straightened before answering.

”Young Master is waiting for Lord Garius in the second main hall.”

Fransescaʼs eyebrow arched slightly.

”Oh? What for?”

Gloria adjusted her glasses again.

”He only mentioned something important. He did not tell me what it was.”

Fransesca placed a delicate hand on her cheek.

”My, my… how mysterious.”

Meanwhile, Garius looked completely unbothered.

”Haaa… I donʼt feel like moving from here, Gloria.”

His eyes returned to his endless paperwork.

”Iʼll finish this first.”

Gloria remained calm, adjusting her glasses slightly before speaking again.

”My Lord…”

Garius exhaled deeply, not even looking up.

”Haaa… what now?”

Gloria kept her tone professional but firm.

”I apologize, my Lord, but… Young Master Javier managed to capture one of the Amazarak girls.”

Gariusʼs hand stopped mid-writing, and Alf and Erinnette exchanged glances.

After a moment, Garius finally looked up.

”Amazarak girl?”

Gloria nodded.

”Yes, my Lord. Perhaps that is the reason he wants you to meet him at the second main hall. Apologies for not mentioning it sooner.”

Garius leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temple.

”Haaa… Describe her.”

”Sheʼs a bit tiny,” Gloria said. ”Looks like a teenager, but knowing how Amazarak women are, sheʼs probably around 25.”

Garius tapped his finger on the desk, thinking.

”Hmm… Why did Javier bring her here? He could have just taken her to Gaze Town and handed her over to Hesbeirn.”

Gloria sighed. ”I donʼt know, my Lord. Liana and I thought the same thing.”

At that moment, Fransesca smiled elegantly, her brown eyes twinkling with amusement.

”Dear~”

”Yes, Fransesca?”

She set down her teacup gracefully.

”How about just this once? You know our youngest son never asks for anything.”

Silence filled the room. Garius rubbed his face as Alf and Erinnette smirked slightly.

Finally, Garius said, ”Haaaa… fine.”

He stood up, stretching slightly.

”Letʼs go see what nonsense that brat is up to.”

Gloria walked gracefully, leading the group toward the second main hall.

But after a few turns—

Garius frowned.

”Hmm? Gloria?”

”Yes, my Lord?”

”This isnʼt the way to the main entrance.”

Gloria adjusted her glasses smoothly.

”Pardon, my Lord. But Young Master specifically requested that you use the back door.”

Gariusʼs frown deepened.

”Why?”

”I do not know, my Lord. Young Master didnʼt give details.”

She paused.

”Perhaps… a precaution?”

Garius rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

”Hmm… very well.”

Alf and Erinnette exchanged amused glances.

Fransesca?

She simply smiled

They finally arrived at the back entrance of the second main hall.

But the moment Garius laid eyes on what was waiting for him—

He froze.

His brows shot up.

Because—

More than ten Mithril Puppet Knights were standing guard.

All lined up neatly, motionless.

Gariusʼs instincts kicked in immediately.

But before he could react—

The Puppet Knights moved.

They marched forward, surrounding him.

Then, to his complete shock—

They draped something over his shoulders.

A luxurious red and gold cape.

Made from the finest enchanted fabric.

Garius stared.

”…What is this?”

Gariusʼs mouth twitched.

”…What is this about?”

But before he could demand answers—

The Puppet Knights gently pushed him forward.

Guiding him inside the second main hall.

And the moment he stepped through—

Everyone froze.

Even Fransesca.

Even Alf.

Even Erinnette.

The entire hall had been transformed.

A royal carpet.

Luxurious banners hanging from the walls.

Rows of Mithril Knights standing at attention like a royal guard.

A perfectly decorated audience chamber.

”…Alf?”

Alf straightened.

”Yes, my Lord?”

A heavy pause.

”Since when did our second main hall look like this!?”

The Puppet Knights moved with precision.

One lifted a crown, crafted from mithril and gold, adorned with magical gemstones.

Before Garius could react—

They placed it on his head.

Then—

Push.

The Puppet Knights gently but firmly guided him forward.

Straight toward the golden throne.

Garius sighed heavily.

(Haaa… damn brat.)

With no other choice, he sat down.

The moment he leaned back, he realized—

It was actually comfortable.

The perfect fit.

Too perfect.

Garius rested an elbow on the armrest, placing his knuckles against his cheek.

His gaze swept the room.

”How come my youngest son prepared this? And what is this even for?”

Alf, standing nearby, rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

”I donʼt know, my Lord. But knowing your youngest son, perhaps he already had all of this inside his magic storage.”

Garius exhaled.

Then—

A soft, playful voice chimed in.

”My, my~”

Fransesca stepped closer, smiling elegantly.

”Why is there only one throne? What about me?”

She placed a hand delicately on her chest, feigning disappointment.

Garius sighed again.

”Haaa… I donʼt know what that brat is thinking.”

He closed his eyes for a moment.

The main doors swung open, and all eyes turned toward the entrance. Javier strode in, his expression serious yet mischievous, followed closely by Liana, who held the leash of the bound Amazarak girl.

As soon as they reached the throne, Javier and Liana suddenly dropped to one knee, their heads bowed in deep, formal respect.

Garius kept his expression neutral, but inside his mind.

(Damn this brat. Since when did Armand become a kingdom? And since when did I become its king? This little…!)

However, he didnʼt react. He maintained his cool demeanor. If his youngest son wanted to play this ridiculous game, he would show him how itʼs done. He would act like a true king.

Garius adjusted his posture, sitting up taller, his hand resting against his cheek. His cold gaze bore down on Javier.

Javier, still kneeling, spoke in a strong, formal voice.

”I am here to report on my mission.”

Silence filled the room. Alf covered his mouth slightly to hide his amusement while Erinnetteʼs lips curled in mild enjoyment. Fransesca elegantly fanned herself, watching with pure entertainment.

Javier continued,

”Me and my girls successfully captured one of the Amazarak warriors who tried to disrupt our region.”

Liana tilted her chin slightly, gripping Zaniaʼs leash a bit tighter. Zania stiffened, refusing to meet anyoneʼs gaze.

Javier then raised a hand dramatically.

”The other intruder were not as fortunate, Your Majesty.”

After a pause, his voice carried confidence and pride.

”My Knights successfully finished them all before they could ruin your kingdom.”

He gestured toward his Puppet Knights, standing tall with polished mithril armor gleaming under the lights.

Gariusʼs brow twitched.

(…Knights? This brat actually declared his puppets as real knights? Shameless! Shameless brat!)

But he still didnʼt react, allowing Javierʼs words to settle.

Then, a deep, powerful voice filled the hall.

”I see.”

Garius rested his elbow on the armrest, his knuckles against his cheek, looking regal. His golden cloak draped over the throne, enhancing his kingly appearance.

His sharp eyes narrowed slightly.

”Then tell me, Sir Javier—”

His voice was commanding and cold, befitting a king.

”This prisoner you have brought before me—”

His gaze flickered toward Zania, who tensed.

”—what do you wish for me to do with her?”

( End of Chapter )

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