Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 221 - 147 Kind Father and Filial Son (2)

Chapter 221: Chapter 147 Kind Father and Filial Son (2)

Wozworth dismissed the soldiers stationed near the palace and pushed open the door alone.

The room was filled with a suffocating atmosphere, dimly illuminated by the Magic Lamp. A figure sat silently in the chair, motionless, as if a statue enshrouded in shadows.

That was his own son.

Once the Prince of the Oville Empire.

But now, his appearance was particularly haggard. It seemed he hadn’t slept well for a long time; dark circles were evident around his eyes.

His skin also showed a sickly pallor.

Yet, the Prince did not appear tired; on the contrary, he was very spirited.

In those deeply sunken eyes, there was an intense excitement. His mouth even neurotically cracked into a slit, eagerly awaiting the morrow...

He would, in the Duel Arena, before countless people, slay the Hero, proving to everyone that he was superior to the Hero.

He wanted Antasia, that foolish woman, to understand who the real powerhouse was.

Yet disheveled and haggard, the Prince’s attire was neatly arranged, clean and tidy. The figure seated in the chair still exuded nobility and elegance. Even in his downfall, he seemed unwilling to lose his dignity.

Hearing the door open, the Prince finally lifted his eyelids and glanced at the newcomer, a trace of mocking smile playing on his lips, "I thought it was someone else, but it turns out to be my most revered royal father. Are you also here to see the wretched state of your son?"

These days, he had seen many such people; indeed, a phoenix fallen to the ground is inferior to a chicken, even lowly servants who could only crawl on the ground and fawn before him dared to bare their teeth.

With the Prince’s strength, killing those fools would be effortless, but the Prince now couldn’t be bothered with such matters. His only target was Qin Chu; he wanted to adjust his condition to its peak and defeat Qin Chu with an absolute advantage, proving his might to the world.

Others might underestimate the Hero, but the Prince would not.

He had arranged for several elite Death Soldiers to assassinate Qin Chu, but all were eradicated. From that moment, the Prince realized that Qin Chu had always been concealing his strength, which was many times stronger than most people imagined.

But the Prince had absolute confidence in his own strength, for he had acquired weird and potent powers from the Void.

Now, he was far more powerful than Qin Chu.

He would not lose.

When he demonstrated his Strength, it would shock everyone, and his father would regret his past choices.

Wozworth sighed deeply; his expression was no longer the rough toughness of past days, but now it had a trace of melancholy.

He did not directly answer his son’s question but quietly approached and placed a Knight Suit beside the Prince: "The ceremonial robe you are wearing is not suitable for battle; wear this tomorrow."

Along with it, was the Prince’s Sword.

The Prince’s body shivered slightly; he looked incredulously at Wozworth, feeling extremely surprised by his father’s actions.

"After all, you are my son, the one I value the most..."

"I have always raised you as a successor since you were little; your talent was commendable, and you have always made me proud. You don’t know how happy I felt when others praised you."

"But why did you have to fall for Rose Vesper... You are not foolish; you should be well aware of the intense conflicts beneath the superficial harmony between the Empire and the Holy Court."

"After all, I definitely will not allow you to be with Rose Vesper."

The Prince’s eyelids drooped slightly; his fingers clenched involuntarily, but he did not speak, and no one knew what he was truly feeling then.

This was the first time his father had spoken to him with such an attitude and tone, which made the Prince somewhat at a loss.

Perhaps, only in such circumstances, Wozworth was not an emperor but showed the demeanour of a father.

Wozworth also seemed a bit uneasy adapting to this atmosphere; he shook his head impatiently, stood up as if ready to leave, but when he reached the door, Wozworth suddenly stopped: "Tomorrow, you must win."

"Inside the Knight Suit is a Magic Potion that can greatly enhance your strength in a short time. For the honor of the Abshen family, you must not lose under any circumstances."

"After you win, to quell the Hero’s animosity toward the Royal Family, I will strip you of your royal status but grant you your freedom. If you still wish to pursue Rose Vesper, go ahead; conquer her with your strength."

Leaving behind these words, Wozworth left without a backward glance.

In the room, the Prince’s eyes sparkled brilliantly; his body even trembled slightly with excitement.

After a long while, the Prince finally murmured:

"Father, I definitely won’t disappoint you!"

Meanwhile, Wozworth’s fatherly expression promptly vanished as he stepped out of the room, replaced by a ruthless and calculating demeanor.

Merely recycling trash.

Wozworth hoped to exploit his foolish son to extract all of the Hero’s strength.

He could not describe this feeling. This Second Generation Brave Warrior seemed far more mysterious and terrifying than the First Generation, sometimes even giving Wozworth an eerie chill. Without understanding the true strength and potential of the Second Generation Brave Warrior, he could not rest easy.