The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra -
Chapter 182: Decisive Spade (1)
Chapter 182: Decisive Spade (1)
Even when he was only a Crown Prince, it was necessary for Spade to study the history of the noble houses that would soon be under his rule. And that was not included in knowing the history of the empire itself or the world’s current or past situation.
It was for him to know their allies and competitions; even the Empire, which was said to hold the hegemony in the world, needed balance for the world, or they needed it the most.
The House of Ford was a Marquis noble house that was also one of the most important noble houses in the Empire. And as it was also part of the Royal Faction, it was investigated through and through. However, noting that a traitor was revealed among their ranks, Spade recalled their history to see if he could gather some clues.
And instantly, he thought of something, and his eyes flickered. Was that it? Yes, he was sure. There was this event in the history of the House of Ford. It was a tradition among the nobles to appoint an alpha as their heir, and during that time, there was only an omega from their direct descendant.
As much as possible, the current Marquis didn’t want to take a descendant from a side branch to be an heir. As a result, for the first time, an omega became an heir. This was based on different considerations and compromises.
And the then omega Marquis married an alpha of commoner origin, but their son carried the noble name. It was a huge spectacle among nobles before, but it soon became forgotten, and throughout the years, as they produced alpha heirs, no one really thought of that even from decades ago anymore.
He felt like he wanted to laugh. Was this fate joking at them? That was too simple to even catch the eye of anyone. At a glance, it wasn’t even suspicious in Spade’s eyes, so how could the rulers then think that something like this would happen in the future?
To think that someone really sneaked in at that time and bided their time was truly scary. Just how much insanity and desire did one need for it to be passed down from generation to generation?
Was it from their glory of the past? It didn’t make sense for him. Spade stared at Ivo; he was thinking of something else. Even now that he knew who the leader was, he couldn’t be too hasty.
Starting a war this early was not in his plan. Abducting or killing the Marquis was out of the question. He dared to play in the capital; he had the confidence to escape, and this would only alert him and the spies under him.
Spade needed to be swift and try to at least silence the spies in the capital, so their chances in the final battle would be higher. This was an opponent he had to face eventually, and he was aware that it wouldn’t be an easy win either.
It was a lunatic they were talking about, possessed with some kind of madness; there was no way he would know his actions accurately. What he needed to do was plan his way ahead.
"About Levin..." he paused. His mood was extremely complicated while thinking of this right-hand man of his. No, he was more than that. Levin was his cousin, his brother, and his best friend.
Spade always thought that Levin was the one he could trust the most, ever since he became the ruler or even when he was just a Crown Prince. Suddenly, knowing he might become his enemy was harder to think about. He didn’t want to believe that he might be a traitor as well, betraying him to be able to gain his trust. Even at this moment, Spade still wanted to trust him.
He exhaled and asked, "Is he involved in the organization? Did he know anything?" His tone was low, afraid to know the answer.
Ivo also sensed the complex emotions within his question. In fact, while thinking of Levin, Ivo also had some kind of complicated impression. He was the son of the one he resented the most, but... He was thinking of his son, even though he wasn’t saying anything.
He could faintly notice that he was fond of that boy. Truly, an ill-fated relationship since the beginning.
Ivo shook his head and answered honestly. "I don’t think he knows or is involved."
Spade breathed a sigh of relief. He had been holding his breath while waiting for that answer. For him, it was enough to know, Levin was still the one he could trust at the moment. If they do indeed become enemies in the future due to their circumstances, he didn’t betray him.
"But... Levin seems part of his plans. There’s no way for sure if he will stay uninvolved once this is all revealed," Ivo added, regarding where that boy would align himself, no one could predict it but Levin himself.
It would be a tough decision for Levin, no doubt.
This time, Spade was still silent. But he agreed with what Ivo said; there was no way to know what direction Levin would take. What weighed more for him: his duty or his family? Some might say family was more important, but for some, it would be their duty. As Spade said, it always had a thin line separating them.
He continued to tap his pointed finger, contemplating the next action he should take. Now that he knew who was hiding beyond the veil, Spade could take decisions immediately.
As both parties were bidding for time, increasing their forces for the right time. Spade had to take this moment to separate his aunt from her husband.
His aunt... Spade closed his eyes for a split second, having to make a hard decision on what to do with her. Even if she was manipulated, as his father told him, she was still the one who killed his father. She was now more or less involved in the organization.
And once he revealed it to his omega father, Liviera would surely lose it. It wasn’t that secret to him that something was off with his omega father’s actions. But he chose to turn a blind eye to all of it, only giving him more protection on the side.
Sighing with his head slightly throbbing, he realized it was truly a mess.
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