Chapter 145: Return Immediately

The servant quickly brought over a table, then placed ink, a quill, and parchment on top.

Duke Eddie spread the parchment flat and immediately began writing.

To expose this matter to White, he would have to make up a story. He wrote it as if the late Marquis Bellick Eisen had been the one to secretly keep the king’s illegitimate child.

After all, so many years had passed and most of the people involved were long dead—it would be very difficult to verify the truth.

The best proof that Owen Eisen carried royal blood was his iconic silver hair—the entire Wells royal family bloodline had this hair colour.

In addition, there was his magic power, far greater and denser than that of ordinary mages.

By Owen Eisen’s talent alone, he should have qualified to attend the Royal Capital’s Advanced Magic Academy for further studies.

But in order to avoid arousing suspicion, Duke Eddie had specifically spoken with the head of the academy to cancel Owen’s qualification.

If White still didn’t believe it, they could conduct a magic resonance test.

The method was simple: both parties would inject their magic into a resonance orb simultaneously.

If the two shared close blood ties, their magic natures would be very similar, and the orb would display liquid of a single colour.

If they had no blood relation, or only a very distant one, the orb would display two colours of liquid instead.

More importantly, Duke Eddie had to emphasize repeatedly in the letter that Owen Eisen carried royal blood.

The old king had only just passed away. White might already be the new king in name, but the coronation ceremony had not yet been held.

If someone were to exploit Owen Eisen’s royal bloodline, it would certainly pose a threat to White’s rule over the Dawnlight Kingdom.

Finally, Duke Eddie expressed his loyalty in the letter, stating his willingness to personally go to Bianshu Town, arrest Owen Eisen, and deliver him to the capital for White to deal with.

Once finished, Duke Eddie rolled up the parchment, tied it with a narrow leather strip, sealed it with wax, and stamped it with his family crest.

“Someone come quickly!”

A servant hurried over and asked.

“What is it, my lord duke?”

“I hear His Majesty is still in Linsui City. Send riders at once to deliver this letter at top speed. Make sure it reaches His Majesty’s own hands.”

“Yes, my lord.”

The servant accepted the letter with both hands, then withdrew in haste.

…

After enjoying several days of pleasure in Linsui City, White suddenly remembered that the nobles of the Dongsheng Fortress had yet to be dealt with.

So, he ordered the land army to set out first for Dongsheng Fortress.

Before leaving the castle, White carefully chose a few women whose serving skills he particularly enjoyed to accompany him—this way, the journey would not be boring.

Because Viscount Munster had shown such tact and understanding, White publicly announced that Linsui City would be entrusted to his management and elevated his title to count.

As for the lands of the six executed nobles, they were divided among the other nobles of Linsui City as previously arranged.

At the docks where the warships were moored, a group of nobles had gathered early to see White off.

Not far away, a civil officer from the city hall came running anxiously, scanning the crowd for Count Munster.

Once he spotted him, he quickly rushed over, whispered a few words in his ear, and handed him a letter.

Seeing the wax seal, Count Munster frowned.

At that moment, White arrived with several knights following behind.

As for the women he had chosen, they had already boarded the ship earlier and were waiting for him in the royal cabin.

Count Munster, upon noticing White’s approach, quickly waved the civil officer away.

Stopping before the nobles of Linsui City, White turned around and said:

“I am now heading to Dongsheng Fortress. Count Munster, you must manage Linsui City well—do not betray the expectations I have placed upon you.”

“I will certainly live up to Your Majesty’s expectations,” 

Count Munster replied with a bow.

He paused for a moment, then lifted his head to report to White:

“Your Majesty! I’ve just received a letter from Dongsheng Fortress, sent by Duke Eddie.”

After speaking, Count Munster lowered his head again and respectfully presented the letter with both hands.

“Oh?” 

White gave a look to one of the knights at his side. 

“Go, bring it to me.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

The knight stepped forward, took the letter, inspected it briefly, removed the narrow leather strap, and then handed it to White.

“No issues, Your Majesty.”

White accepted it, unrolled the parchment, and read it on the spot.

After finishing, he was a little surprised.

What?! The current Marquis Owen Eisen of Bianshu Town is Father’s illegitimate son, bearing the silver hair unique to the Wells royal bloodline?

Unconsciously, White reached up and touched his own silver hair. Interesting.

Still, even though Duke Eddie had revealed this secret, White had no intention of letting him off.

But now, Bianshu Town piqued his interest. Could it be true? Did Owen Eisen really carry the blood of the Wells royal family?

White resolved to personally deal with the nobles at Dongsheng Fortress first, and then march north to Bianshu Town to uncover the truth.

If it was true, then Owen Eisen absolutely could not be allowed to live. White would tolerate no other heirs of Father’s bloodline—illegitimate or not.

Rolling the parchment back up, White’s face turned cold. Without a word, he turned and prepared to board the ship.

“Your Majesty! Urgent report from the capital!”

In the distance, a soldier came running at full speed, clutching an urgent dispatch.

Hearing this, White stopped before the gangplank and turned his head.

The soldier reached him, dropped to one knee, and held out the dispatch with both hands.

“Your Majesty, this is an urgent report from the capital.”

Sensing trouble, White quickly took the message and opened it.

It was a hurried note from Count Luther. In short, Duke Connie of the South, acting in the name of the Second Princess Triste Wells, had challenged the will, refused to acknowledge the Third Prince’s succession, and was marching north with troops to attack the capital—seeking to enthrone the Second Princess as queen.

White’s second sister was moving so quickly? He had assumed that after learning of their eldest brother’s defeat, she would behave cautiously and stay quiet.

Originally, White planned to subdue the eastern nobles first, then slowly deal with the southern problem.

If Triste had simply agreed to marry Duke Connie’s eldest son, White would have allowed her to live out her days in peace.

But to launch a surprise assault on the capital while he was campaigning east—this was unforgivable.

Second Sister, do you wish to share the same fate as our eldest brother?

At this thought, White’s face grew dark. He shouted:

“Thunderbolt Knight!”

“Your Majesty, at your command!” 

A knight quickly stepped forward.

“Ride east at once. Catch up with the vanguard army and inform Commander Windrider that he is to return the troops to the capital immediately.”

“Yes, Your Majesty!” 

The Thunderbolt Knight mounted and departed at once to carry out the order.

The nobles present looked at one another in shock. White’s sudden decision to abandon his march on Dongsheng Fortress clearly meant something major had happened in the capital.

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