FARCE

Leonel walked out of his courtyard casually on the day of to find that an enormous number of people had already gathered. Up in the skies, there were even three Grand Prime Ministers, two of which Leonel had some relation to, and one of which he had never seen before.

These two were Grand Prime Ministers Green and Dove, while the last was an unknown man with a sharp, twirled mustache that somehow didn't look comical on him. In fact, it suited him quite well.

This man was Grand Prime Minister Ji, and he would be the third ruling over this court.

Aside from these three, there were many more, including a group that was very clearly the family of the Third Imperial Prince. They were all wearing mourning attire, especially two women at the front dressed in black gowns who had gazes just as black for Leonel and Leonel alone. They looked as though they wanted to rip him to shreds.

These two were likely the mothers of the other two he had killed. And it was likely that one of them had been the one to scheme against the one he had killed just three days ago.

'Well, it's also possible that it was someone else…' Leonel thought as he scanned the rest of the family.

Amongst those that he had initially ignored, there was a young woman who seemed to be giving off a great deal of pressure. It was surprising because her gaze of killing intent wasn't the first that he had sensed from them, yet it was certainly the most intense.

'Interesting. Her ability to conceal herself is quite deep.'

Unfortunately, it couldn't escape Leonel.

What Leonel didn't know, though, was that this young woman was another cousin of his, a certain Little Princess Popsy.

In reality, the reason she was the most furious was because she had lost both a mother and a brother to Leonel's hands. And it was clear that unlike her mother or brother, she was far more talented… and far sharper.

Leonel suddenly gave her a bright smile, taking her aback.

Her rage flared in her chest and for a moment the skies darkened. A powerful aura swept over everything and several in her group directly passed out.

She restrained herself quickly, but what was done was done. Content © 2024.

She stared at Leonel as though she was trying to pierce through him with her gaze alone.

"I'm sorry lady, but I'm not a fan of incest. If you would please look elsewhere, that would be great."

"LEONEL MORALES!"

She couldn't hold herself back any longer.

This Little Princess Popsy was one of the many gems in Gervaise Fawkes' eyes. Of course, these gems referred to the talented among his descendants, the true talents. These gems referred to the youths that could help to elevate the Fawkes bloodline by bringing together the strengths of both their heritages.

She was known for being calm, level-headed, and sharp, all the things that Leonel had said that she was.

No one had ever seen her lose control like this.

She made it to within just a dozen meters from Leonel, a distance that wasn't even a single blink in the eyes of experts like themselves. And yet, she found herself stone-walled at that exact moment.

The formation of the courtyard was still activated and she ran right into it. Although she didn't faceplant, her fist rippled away from it as though it didn't exist.

Popsy screeched, a wild force billowing out from her in all directions. Her emerald eyes flickered with wild flames as she bombarded the barrier again and again, but it was all useless.

Leonel just stood there casually.

Normally, there would be no need to be so cruel to this young woman. She was technically his cousin and her family's sins weren't her sins. But his Dream Force was very sensitive now… he knew that she wouldn't let it go no matter what he did. So instead, he chose to draw a clear line.

"You're as useless as the rest of your family is. If you keep provoking me… I will kill you."

Leonel's sudden killing intent made Popsy's look like child's play. In fact, there was likely not a single person in the Empire, not even Gervaise himself, who had killing intent comparable to Leonel's own.

He had walked through a river of blood every step he took here. He wasn't an Emperor, he was a King. He didn't direct the battlefield from a throne, he took the vanguard.

The bloodthirstiness in his bones wasn't something this young cousin of his could even begin to compare to, and even though his Dream Force wasn't at the level of his enlightened self, it had already surpassed his previous self.

In these last few days, he and Aina had talked about their child's name and he gave her an idea. Instead of trying to force all the uniqueness of their child's name into a few syllables, why not do what Mo''Lexi had done with hers?

After that, Leonel spent some time teaching Aina how she might go about projecting her Dream Force onto a name and intention like that, something that was a bit more difficult for her since their souls were no longer linked.

In fact, that was what she was busy doing right this moment and it was the only reason she wasn't here.

But that lesson had also given Leonel another path of attack.

He had yet to form his Dream Force Dharma, but he was mind-numbingly close to it, and his strength, at least in Dream Force, wasn't something that these young cousins of his could ever hope to match up to.

So when he fueled his Dream World with his Destruction Sovereignty and his willingness to watch the world burn rather than let a single hair on his wife's pretty little head be harmed… Popsy wasn't the only one that felt it.

The entire Fawkes family felt it and they realized the price for enraging Leonel.

He wouldn't even let his own family off.

"Let's begin this farce," Leonel said coldly, ignoring Popsy who had fallen onto her ass.

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