Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3198 Malice

In the royal palace at Everton, Gadel sat in his study, quietly reading.

Respectfully kneeling before him was Cyrus, who was dutifully reporting the situation. "Your Majesty, all of Prince Garrett's remaining supporters are being swiftly dealt with. You need not worry."

A bright smile spread across Gadel's face as he looked down at the commander. "You've done well, Cyrus. When this is over, I'll be sure to reward you handsomely."

Cyrus' face lit up with joy, and he humbly replied, "I dare not take credit, Your Majesty. It is only through your support that everything has gone so smoothly."

As he lowered his head, a flicker of disdain crossed his eyes. So much for this so-called Iron-Blooded Emperor; he's not any wiser than the last monarch! He hasn't even solidified his position as king yet, and he's already allowing his subordinates to amass unchecked power!

"Is that all? You may leave now. I want to continue reading," Gadel said dismissively.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Cyrus stood, turned, and walked out of the hall.

His eyes gleamed with contempt for Gadel. If his subordinate had such power under their command, he would have found an excuse to eliminate the threat and strengthen his own authority.

his features, replaced by a sharp, predatory look. Gadel, the lion secretly licking its wounds, had revealed its fangs, ready to devour

how goes the

appeared before him. His usually warm smile was gone, and his blue hair seemed to have lost some of

death toll in the purge of Prince Garrett's followers is

of a lion ready to strike.

"The official count is 835, but in reality, the number

the dungeons-the rivers of blood, the

with bodies, and

that filled the air a song that stirred envy even in

twitched with rage, his eyes blazing like fire, his teeth

hand, Arnold's expression remained unchanged, as if both men knew what the other was truly

still guard the king closely, and the king would

to die. Let them revel in

Arnold interrupted, for the first time cutting Gadel

never understand the deep sense of national pride, nor had he ever heard a song sung from within the depths of suffering. He could never comprehend that feeling. Gadel turned his gaze to

confusion in Gadel's eyes. "A significant number of those who died were Cathians, even