Zosia: Quick Transmigration System
Chapter 149 - 147- ARC 5

3 DAYS LATER...

It's been 3 days and everything has been settled.

Currently, the capital was in chaos and the person behind the incident was standing at the centre of the Duke's house.

"Young master, everyone has been settled and the Duchess has safely arrived in Nashville." Argon said, his gaze on Zosia holding a hint of admiration.

The arrangements that the young master made while accounting for everyone safety, had made him admire the young master more. Even the suspicion he had about the young master had disappeared.

The way the young master spoke, talked and acted was still the same, even the clueless look had returned, though when the young master encountered something troubling, that other look would return.

The young master's mind worked like a well-oiled machine, ensuring the safety of those he cared for while simultaneously laying the groundwork for the perfect illusion.

"Mmm. Are the bodies ready?" Zosia asked.

"Yes young master. The bodies have been decorated and designed as asked. All evidence have been planted." Argon said, admiration seeping into his tone.

The young master had made so many arrangements that even he himself wouldn't find any loophole, except he was hell bent on believing that the Duke household members were still alive.

Even if someone were to examine the scene with a fine-toothed comb, they would find no discrepancy.

Especially now that the capital was in chaos, with rifts appearing in key places in the capital, harboring some monsters and even some noble household suffering from the loss of their wealth, it would be hard to do a thorough investigation.

"Put fire to the building." Zosia ordered, her gaze held a deep calmness as she looked at the fine building about to be burnt, it's heritage dying in the fire.

Argon inclined his head. "As you command."

The fire took hold quickly, licking hungrily at the estate's once-pristine walls.

The glow illuminated Zosia's face, casting long shadows that flickered with the movement of the flames. She watched the destruction with an unreadable expression, the heritage of the Duke's bloodline dying in the very inferno she had orchestrated.

Argon took a step back, watching the flames consume the estate. "Master, we should leave."

"Leave first." Zosia said calmly, "I have to make sure that the person in the palace can't find anything."

Zosia's body lit up with a purple glow, her eyes becoming purple

"Wait for me at the meeting point." Zosia said, snapping Argon out of his surprise.

"When had the Young master started cultivating? It seems like the young master got some fortune or..." His eyes flickered as he realized what exactly the King was really afraid of.

It has only been a few days and the young master could already wield such power. Imagine what kind of power he would have if he had started cultivating at a younger age.

If, in mere days, the Young master had managed to wield such power, what would he become in years? In decades?

He would probably become a nightmare.

He bowed and turned to leave.

Zosia spread out her consciousness and watched all of them leave. Once she was sure that they were gone, her eyes turned cold.

Her plan was to use her space powers and interfere with timeline. So, even if the person in the palace decided to rewind time, it wouldn't be possible and even if he did, he wouldn't be able to get anything out of it.

Zosia released a large amount of space powers, causing rifts to appear. She made sure to close all of them while messing with the timeline.

Zosia channeled some of her life powers into the fire, turning the normal fire that could be quenched with water to become unquenchable.

Using that, she then caged the fire to only burn everything in the Duke's place and shouldn't spread.

Seeing that all loose ends were successfully tied, she immediately left the scene.

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A few hours after she left, a man in black flowing hair and white cloth appeared.

His gaze was deep with some complicated emotions surfacing as he looked at the fierce fire that seemed to burn forever.

"What kind of enemy had they encountered…? Or was this their own doing?" he murmured, his voice barely audible over the crackling embers.

He looked around, realizing that many people had gathered. Some were watching the scene while some where trying to quench the fire.

Shaking his head, he swept his sleeves which made the fire die out. The effort of the people below seemed meaningless at his action.

He entered inside the place that had been burnt beyond recognition.

He perceived the smell of burnt flesh and shook his head.

He had gone back to the academy, since there was nothing to do here, but just after he left, the kingdom became chaotic.

He had been on the road for days and upon arriving, he sensed a strange power not too far from the palace.

He decided to check it out first, before going to meet the incompetent King.

He walked around the place, his eyes surveying the place.

The fire didn't seem like it was caused by an artifact or array but more like from a spell, yet, he perceived gasoline.

He entered each place within the house, finding nothing was salvageable.

He realized that the occupants of the house might have been drugged to sleep, and those who had managed to struggle, couldn't make it out before they died a gruesome death.

"Apart from the eldest son whose status is unknown, everyone from the Duke's household is dead." The man declared and turned to leave.

He saw no need to stay here again, to him, the signs he had seen showed that the Duke's house might have been attacked by a cultivator.

As for the level of the cultivator, currently, he couldn't guess, but it didn't stop him from guaging it.

When he arrived at the palace, he strode directly to the throne room, where a servant was faithfully reporting everything.

"What do you think about this?" The King asked the man, his tone carrying some reverence.

"They were all burnt crisp and all signs point towards the fact that they were attacked by a cultivator."

The King on the throne looked at the man, his gaze flickering with some thoughts.

"Currently the kingdom is in chaos and then they die, doesn't it seem suspicious." The King said, trying to hint to the man that the Duke household could be the ones behind it.

Just then a servant rushed.

The King frowned, finding the action of the servant disrespectful.

"Your highness, Two other households are currently experiencing what has happened to the Duke's family.

One of the survivors said that, a cultivator had come to discuss with their family head about something, but the family head turned him away and now, they are currently experiencing the threat of what the cultivator said." The servant truthfully reported.

The Kings face darkened with embarrassment and anger. He had just tried to play smart and hint to the man that the Duke's household could be the one behind it but, now he was slapped in the face with an irrefutable evidence.

"Leave." He sent the servant away first.

He knew the man was about to scold him and he didn't want the servant to see it.

He turned to look at the man after the servant had left, but seeing the man being nonchalant and seeping tea, his heart clenched.

His attitude could only mean that the man has given up on them.

The man was someone his ancestor had sent to watch over the kingdom using the favor of life that the man owed the ancestor.

If the man decides to leave anytime, they wouldn't be able to hold him back either. After all, the man had become so disappointed in him, that he even decided to go back to his sect.

The King decided to mellow down and forgo the issue with the Duke's family.

If it's that they were still alive, especially the youngest son of theirs, he would need the man to be here to protect them all the more.

Who knows when the brat would come to seek revenge.

Thinking up to this point, his gaze on the man held a hint of fawning.

"Seems like they have offended someone they shouldn't." The King said trying to break the tension between them.

The man just nodded, dismissing the attempt of the king to break the ice.

If not for their ancestor, he wouldn't want to be here either.

Even though he had come here to escape an enemy, but at least he has always done his job.

The first King he had met here was okay and teachable and was willing to learn, but the succeeding generations were just downright worse.

Now, he had heard that his enemy had died during a tribulation, so he no longer felt the need to be cooped here.

The spiritual energy here couldn't match the one in his cave abode in the sect, though he had tried to transform the spiritual energy here, making it match the level of spiritual energy you would see in middle grade sects.

That was something you wouldn't see in any mortal Kingdom.

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