The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra
Chapter 177: Culprit

Chapter 177: Culprit

Only hearing his laughter, Arren also smiled, "Now, did my answer satisfy you, Your Majesty?"

Arren always went formal and called Spade by his title whenever he teased Spade. They became used to it, and it almost became their inside joke.

Spade nodded his head, smiling, "Mm, more than satisfied."

As he was looking outside, the road outside was already familiar, and he knew that they were about to arrive at their destination. His smile faded a bit, and there was a bit of darkness within the calmness of his amber eyes.

Arren fell silent. With their deeper connection, the omega could now sense his mood even if they were not seeing each other’s faces. Of course, Spade already noticed the shift in their atmosphere.

He brought their topic back to the reason he called in the first place. Although, it was disappointing to ruin the good atmosphere.

"It’s finished, and I’m on my way there." Spade vaguely mentioned it and updated Arren on what was going on. The reason it was vague was that they wanted to be as careful as possible.

The chip was sensitive and classified information after all. Spade, however, didn’t really hide these things from Arren from the start. This was also important for him, even though he didn’t know what was inside it. It was enough that his father left this behind and gave it to his omega father to keep for over a decade.

The silence stretched for a few more seconds, and then Arren’s soft and calming voice sounded in his ears once more. "That’s good... and, I’m with you. Always." It was somehow difficult to say and almost scattered thoughts even.

Spade was aware that it was indeed heavy, and he could understand why Arren was being careful with his words. Even still, it was more than enough.

"I know," he responded with a low voice, "I’ll... call you later." He somehow absentmindedly added as their inconspicuous car stopped and parked inside a small building’s parking space.

"Okay, I’ll wait for you," answered Arren. They didn’t make the call longer as there was a matter at hand that Spade needed to attach importance to. Only a few moments later, they ended the call.

Spade looked at the phone as though looking for Arren for a bit before he sighed and pocketed his phone. He shifted his gaze outside, composed himself, and then got out of the car.

There was only one royal guard with him, who served as his driver while Levin was out on the mission. It was a coincidence, though, and Spade didn’t intentionally send him to that place; even so, he might also do so if Levin was free.

His steps and demeanor as he strode through the hallways after entering the building were still calm and almost expressionless, but only he knew how chaotic his current emotions were.

He almost clenched his palm into a fist before unclasping it afterward. It was already surprising that he could keep his emotions from influencing his pheromones. It seemed that calling and talking to Arren beforehand really helped stabilize him somewhat.

As soon as he entered the room, everyone fell silent after bowing to him. Everyone present knew what Spade came for, skipped all the formalities, and went straight to business.

"Your Majesty, our team finally decrypted the chip." The chief stepped forward and informed him once more before motioning for the head monitor. It wasn’t the big monitor at the center, at which they looked for their current progress, but the main monitor.

No one knew what was inside yet, even if they were the ones who decrypted the chip. Only Spade had the right to do that, so until now, one could only guess what was really the information that they might get inside the important chip left behind by the previous emperor.

They were curious but only curious; the more you know, the more dangerous it was. Members of Black Intel knew the meaning of that more than anyone else.

Spade glanced at the monitor and merely nodded his head to the chief. He didn’t have the mind to say anything and could only focus on the monitor that was open in front of him, as though in a trance.

He blinked his eyes, looked at everyone, and noticed their haggard and tired appearance. Spade wasn’t a tyrannical ruler, and he appreciated all his subordinates, especially those who made significant contributions.

"Well done." He squeezed out some words for his limited attention which was occupied by his guesses and anxiety about what information was waiting for him.

They all deserved it, but he was a man of few words and maintained his composed but almost expressionless face. He didn’t want to let everyone notice how much this affected him. That was still his duty, calming himself in turn to dispelling everyone’s uneasiness as well.

He glanced at them and signaled for everyone to return, or more specifically, leave him. What was inside this chip was unknown, but it was better that only a few knew of it.

Everyone in the room understood, and not long after, Spade was the only one inside the room while everyone else was in the other room and his men were guarding him outside.

Spade sat in front of the monitor; he only hovered over the cursor, and what was inside would appear before him. Even with how tense his nerves were, he steeled his heart and clicked on it.

Soon, there were files and folders; it was very organized and clean. It was not much and could be said to be very few for a chip that took months of effort to decrypt. However, Spade’s expression turned grave as he looked at these files.

He skimmed the names of the over a dozen folders with his eyes, they were simple and generic names like Results 1 and Evidence 1, with a list of subsequent numbers. It ended with 5.

His eyes landed on the last couple of folders named, Organization and... Spade’s eyes flashed with emotion, pursing his lips, and the cursor hovered over it, as though something held him back from clicking it.

Spade stared at it; his mood was extremely complex.

"To my son." Spade read in a mumble the name of the last folder; it was added to the last and from the dates, a month before his father passed away.

His fingers shook, and even his chest tightened. Sighing and taking a deep breath, and clicked on it.

A video soon played before him; it was his father on almost his last breath, based on his appearance. Spade’s face twisted with emotions, it had been years since he last saw him, and the sensation of when he passed away seemed to return as he stared at his father’s face.

Watching the video, almost a minute passed as Spade was as though petrified in his seat, mouth agape with widened eyes.

"Please, don’t hate your aunt. She... she is not in her right mind." The old emperor coughed but continued, "I’m too late, Son... saved her. She didn’t do it because she wanted to."

As his father blabbered about how he didn’t want Spade to hate his aunt and gave justified reasons for what she did. Spade only had one thing that rang in his mind, reasons thrown, and a wave of inexplicable anger surged in his heart.

No matter how insane she was... she still killed her brother. She killed his father. Why couldn’t he hate her?