Chapter 1091: Heavy Heart
Chapter 1089 of "Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem" starts with: His silken cape trailed behind him, sweeping through the soot and ash. Ministers had begged,... Continue exploring!
His silken cape trailed behind him, sweeping through the soot and ash. Ministers had begged, guards had pleaded, for none dared to let their liege wander unescorted in the aftermath of such carnage. Maybe hidden threats lingered even now.But Alexios had silenced them with one raised hand. A king who could not face his kingdomâs scars had no right to bear the weight of the crown. Hiding in ignorance was not an option. And if there were traps laid for him... Then so be it. He was ready to face any challenge.
The echo of his boots was the only sound.
Each step pressed heavier than the last. He was a man who had worn the crown for nearly a thousand years, a monarch who had led countless wars to victory. And yet here, in the very heart of his empire, he had failed.
While it was true that the city was ginormous and the attacks only impacted a small part of it, but that did not lighten the weight of shame on Alexiosâs shoulder. Failure was failure.
Windows were boarded shut. Market stalls stood abandoned, produce rotting in baskets. The scent of death lingered in the alley. From the shadows, a pair of terrified eyes peeked at him through a crack in the barricade. From what he could tell, it looked like an old woman who was clutching her grandchild. The moment their gazes met, she pulled the boy back, vanishing without a word.
Alexiosâ chest clenched.
None of his ancestors had suffered this failure. For time immemorial, the crown jewel of the Valorian empire had been untouchable, a shining beacon of prosperity. And now, under his reign, it had been defiled. Terror had walked freely through his streets, thousands of his people lay dead, and the rest cowered in fear.owers untouched by the devastation not too far beyond its walls.
As Alexios descended, the guards posted outside Morganaâs wing caught sight of him. Their eyes widened in unison. His aura rolled off him in suffocating waves, thick enough to choke the breath from their lungs. Instinct screamed louder than loyalty, for they all understood: stand in his path and you die.
They stepped aside without a word. Some bowed. Others simply froze. None dared test his wrath despite being given explicit orders not to let anyone in.
The doors groaned as Alexios shoved them open. The queenâs chamber spread before him, vast and luxurious.
Kneeling in a half-circle before Queen Morgana were her handpicked guards. At the front was Andre, Commander of her royal guards. A man who had carved his way to beyond level 70 through blood and war. His presence was always towering, but now, he seemed to be subdued before his queen.
Beside him, his subordinate knelt. Squad captain Cassandra. Her head was bowed lower than anyone elseâs as strands of her hair fell forward to veil her face. Her posture was so deep it nearly pressed her forehead against the floor.
They were busy giving a report of what happened to their queen, but the chamber became silent thanks to Alexiosâs intrusion. Every head snapped toward him.
The king did not care for the attention he was receiving.
He stepped forward, letting the echo of his boots thunder across the chamber. His hand never once left the hilt of his blade. His gaze was locked on Morgana, who sat tall on her cushioned chair. Her expression was anything but pleasant.
"Get out," Alexios growled at the guards with a tone theyâd never heard their king ever use before.