The Martial Unity

"…So let me get this straight," Prince Rajak stared at Princess Ranea with eyes widened with hostility.

His voice was reduced to a whisper.

"The four of you manifestations of human filth have cooked together a plan to hamper that bastard Raijun by killing Rui Quarrier, who you claim is responsible for his accelerating momentum in his campaign?"

"Pretty much," Princess Ranea replied with sharp eyes.

They were in a dimly lit room deep underground.

Behind each of them were four Martial Master bodyguards on absolute alert if their peers on the other side tried pulling something off.

"…And you dare to come to me for help?"

His eyes were bloodshot with rage.

"…Pretty much," Princess Ranea echoed.

"It was clever of them to elect you as a representative of your little alliance," Prince Rajak's mouth curled with hatred. "Since you are among the only two of us seven who had nothing to do with the death of my family."

"…" She simply stared at him wordlessly.

It was true.

Rajak would not only never speak friendlily with the other three but would actively order his bodyguards to hamper their bodyguards while he killed them with his own two hands as a Martial Apprentice.

"What makes you think that Rui Quarrier is responsible for Prince Raijun's growth?"

She tossed a document containing all the information that they pooled together that had allowed them to conclude that it was, in fact, Rui Quarrier who was responsible for his incredible progress with campaigning in the Martial Union.

The Underworld Prince's eyes narrowed as he read through all the information that they had while Princess Ranea patiently waited.

through him if

the document, passing it to

He steepled his fingers.

eyes bored into

in it

and Rafia, but the fact of

three have confirmed that Prince Raijun aided

eyes burned with unadulterated fury.

throne," Princess Ranea told him with a cold voice. "What are you going to

MY FAMILY TOO!" He

do you think you should be

Royal Family…" Prince Rajak's expression curled with disgust and hatred. "Every last one of

"I suppose I should thank Raul for being enough of a saint to compensate

you dare," His quivering tone warned her. "Don't

don't really care about your vendetta.

him with

return to normalcy. "…is a good

a word in

words may have sounded troubling

told her something else

easily good men who

death is the price to be paid for keeping that disgusting Martial Supremacist off the throne,

document before her. "This contains all the information you'll need, including recipients, amount, drop-off of the principal amount, and

her wordlessly as his

doing business with you," She got up, eying him to the

"Wait."

Rajak's voice echoed across

turning back to him as she met

him, but that's it," His golden eyes simmered with

is that