Stolen by the Rebel King
Chapter 343: Monster On The Loose II

Chapter 343: Monster On The Loose II

Jonah held out three empty glass bottles in his clothed hands.

He had bent down to check underneath the bed for any extra clues, only to find these empty vials made of a similar material to the previous smaller ones hiding underneath the bed. There was a lot more residue in them compared to the rest― this was a recent dose.

"That’s a lot of fluid," Nathaniel said, covering his mouth with a handkerchief.

He had nearly fainted from the gory sight of Hazelle’s ruined body, and it was only sheer spite that kept him on his feet. He refused to faint in front of King Atticus; that annoying man would never let him live it down!

The prince struggled to keep a gag down. He said, his voice nasally and forced, "Based on the previous doses, this should have been enough to last him for over a month."

"He finished it all," Sirona continued grimly, three used syringes in her hand. "Since I can’t find any more of these things, I’m guessing each bottle is considered one dose."

"One dose per day? Or three doses in one day?" Daphne asked curiously.

"That doesn’t matter now," Nathaniel said bleakly.

The sight of Duchess Hazelle’s mangled body would haunt his nightmares for years, and he couldn’t help wondering if Eugene Attonson had stolen information from his earlier experiments to do such evil.

The mice from before didn’t stop struggling until the last sign of life faded from their body. Alistair was hardier, angrier, and more powerful. He would not rest until he had enough.

"We have a monster on the loose. If he is not stopped, many others will die."

Prince Nathaniel’s grim announcement had a chill shot down everyone’s spine. They had just heard the story of the experimental mice he kept― now, Reaweth was a cage for Alistair, and everyone else in the kingdom had become his prey.

These people could barely even protect themselves against dragons, a known beast that would often rampage these lands. Now that there was a rabid vampire on the loose, these people were basically livestock up for slaughter.

Just as Prince Nathaniel was about to ask what was to be done regarding Hazelle’s body, a set of footsteps echoed down the corridor, and in popped familiar faces. Queen Anette showed up first, her eyes widening as she audibly gasped. She sank to the floor and keeled over with shock as her husband held onto her for support.

Leonora and Luis showed up next, though they stood at the door, not making any moves to walk any further into the room. They had matching grimaces on their faces, eyeing the monstrosity that had been created by their elder brother.

"Mother, perhaps you should return to your room," Leonora suggested. She winced at the chaos but otherwise showed no fear.

"No..." Queen Anette murmured under her breath.

She struggled to stand properly, staggering over to where Daphne was. She held onto her daughter once she was near, checking her from head to toe worriedly before pulling her into her embrace.

"Oh, my sweet girl," she said, tightly hugging Daphne as the latter cast a curious glance at her husband, who only shrugged.

"King Cyrus," Atticus greeted. "What a surprise. I hadn’t expected Prince Alistair to be back in the palace with his wife already."

"This is his home," Leonora said with a snort from one side. Her arms folded across her chest as she leaned against the door frame. "Where else would he be if not here?"

"I don’t recall speaking to you," Atticus coldly said. "This might be your home but do not forget― you’re just a princess. Not a queen."

"You―"

"With all due respect, King Atticus, I see no need to spare the details of my family’s whereabouts with you," King Cyrus said, cutting in before Leonora could reply. "You are simply a guest in Reaweth, not the host."

"Oh, so you do realize that you’re a host," Atticus said with a snort. "And yet as a host, you’ve had your guest slay a dragon for you while you stay cozy in your palace, safely out of harm’s way."

Leonora’s face turned red. "How dare you speak to my father that way?!"

"Leonora―"

"No, Luis," she barked. "I’ve had enough of this Vramidian king storming into Reaweth, bringing his own guests over without our permission―" she looked pointedly at Nathaniel, "―before barking orders to the land’s king as though he is nothing more than a lap dog. Even if Father wasn’t the king of Reaweth, he is still your father-in-law, King Atticus. Should you not show some respect?"

"I will if respect has been shown to me," Atticus retorted. "In which case, evidently, from the very first day we arrived, was omitted in the treatment we’ve been given, as seen by the one-woman escort party you’ve sent."

Neither Leonora nor King Cyrus was given the chance to speak before Atticus continued, effectively keeping them silent.

"Not to mention the fact that your son, Prince Alistair, had made his attempts on my wife’s life more than once. I can close an eye on the occasions that happened throughout her childhood―"

No, Atticus could not. He would slowly tabulate all the scores this cursed family owed to Daphne. However, for now, for the sake of his argument, Atticus decided it was best to put up the pretense of ignorance.

When the time was right, he would collect all the debts the Molinero family owed him.

"―but even after I had explicitly mentioned the cause of Daphne’s coma, not only was action not taken against Prince Alistair, he was allowed to return to the palace, the same building which your kingdom’s crown princess is recuperating in. A crown princess who so happens to be his sister, a woman he tried to kill with his own two hands just hours prior."

Atticus’s face was scarlet, his ring glowing due to the intensity of his anger.

"If it weren’t for Daphne, there wouldn’t be a need for this conversation," Atticus slowly said. "You may be a family of pyromancers but I can assure you this, Princess Leonora― I have no problems with razing Reaweth to the ground if the situation ever calls for it. The love I have for my wife does not translate into kindness for anyone else."

Darkness flashed across Atticus’s gaze, his fists clenched as the walls of the room began to tremble. The paintings on the wall vibrated while the potted plants began to flatter against any nearby surface. Magic fizzled through the air, causing Leonora to take a step back in wariness.

"Do not test my patience. I have no qualms with sending you to your grave years ahead of God’s plan."

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