I Ascend to the Divine Throne through Arcane Means

Lis returned home contentedly after enjoying a grand play in the afternoon.

Honestly, the sight of the Finance Assistant being dragged away by a group of burly men was indeed amusing.

Philip knew his fate was sealed and struggled desperately, but under the suppression of the Royal Guard Soldiers, resistance was futile; he could only howl desperately like a dead pig.

Gilberto had also called Lis over to comfort him and affirmed his merits, but Lis didn't care much about that.

Hans had temporarily taken over Philip's position with a joyful expression, but Lis didn't have high hopes for him.

If he didn't quickly realize the friction between the two major powers of the kingdom, whether he could save his life in the upcoming chaos was uncertain.

However, that was no longer Lis's concern.

He had more important matters to attend to.

Such as... comforting a certain injured Duke!

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Deep into the night, Duke Ward woke up again.

He found himself once more in that eerie, dark room filled with an unsettling atmosphere.

The familiar Bronze long table, the familiar dim candlelight, the familiar robed figures!

"It's you again!"

Duke Ward sighed, feeling his heart might not be able to take much more.

The Demon Envoy, Shaz Wood, had visited during the day, and now in the middle of the night, there was this mysterious Death Secret Cult's Moriarty.

Life was becoming unbearable!

However, Duke Ward's face showed no signs of surprise, instead, he surveyed his surrounding carefully.

Since his last outing, he had specifically had someone check his body to ensure there were no issues and had also come to understand where he now found himself.

It had to be that very mysterious Dream World!

As described by the subordinate Mages, it was a hidden and magical place, a conglomeration of beautiful dreams that was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

The Mages had only heard of it and had a cursory understanding of it.

It was unexpected that the Death Secret Cult could enter and control one's dreams, indicating they were not to be underestimated.

Although Duke Ward had made preparations in advance, carrying Magic Items to protect his soul and mind, he remained highly vigilant towards this mysterious place.

"It's your second visit, Duke, relax a bit!"

The robed figure called Moriarty sneered, seemingly mocking Duke Ward for his cowardice.

But Duke Ward didn't mind; he had encountered many weird individuals like this one—most of them were insane!

"What are you doing here again?"

Ignoring the robed figure's mockery, Duke Ward spoke calmly, his breath control well-practiced.

"Hey, last night, I was fast asleep when two big Fireworks erupted in Ice Peak City! They were really pretty!"

The robed figure spoke in a frivolous tone, but it pierced Duke Ward's heart.

"So?"

"From what I know, Galsa Warehouse is your arrangement, right? This has really put you in a tough spot!"

The robed figure, as before, pulled out a bottle of blood-red wine and began savoring it casually.

"Did you do this?"

Duke Ward leaned back in the hard chair, his gaze becoming sharp as he eyed the robed figure before him.

"How could that be?"

The robed figure raised his glass high, speaking with some flourish:

"I truly wish to collaborate with you. I am always sincere to friends; why would I do something to hurt our relationship?"

"Let's assume that's true for now."

Duke Ward lowered his gaze, knowing that out of every ten words this kind of person said, perhaps only one was true—he wasn't about to easily believe them.

However, this time, Moriarty did not mention anything about the Demon Envoy, it seems they knew of Shaz Wood's existence, but they probably did not know about the schemes of the two.

Even so, it was quite remarkable, considering that every time the Demon Envoy appeared, he did so without leaving any trace, not even finding evidence of himself.

Yet the Death Secret Cult managed to find that person and now used mysterious operations to manipulate the Dream World.

"Tell me, what exactly do you want to achieve? Why do you want to cooperate with me?"

Duke Ward said solemnly, the dim candlelight flickering in the darkness.

"Of course, we want to cooperate with you, hoping you can become the future King of the Dillon Kingdom."

The man in the black robe spoke softly, swaying his wine glass in his right hand.

Duke Ward remained silent. It was his deepest desire, but his reason told him it was an unrealistic delusion.

If the chance of his rebellion being successful when Lukar had just ascended the throne was fifty percent, now it might only be twenty or thirty percent, and that percentage was continuously decreasing as time passed.

So he had buried it deep in his heart, never letting it show. Everything he had done before was to preserve the power in his hands.

"What's the matter, did I hit the mark?"

The man in the black robe's words carried a hint of a light laugh, as if the position of the king was not important to the Death Secret Cult.

"What can you do?"

After hesitating for a moment, Duke Ward did not deny the claim but instead changed the subject.

He did not even know if this Moriarty was just bluffing, talking big without substance.

Having never seen the real person, who knew the actual strength of the Death Secret Cult?

"So, does the respected Duke wish to see our strength?"

The man in the black robe put down his wine glass, rested his chin on his hands, and looked at Duke Ward sitting opposite him.

Duke Ward did not speak but tacitly accepted the situation.

"Haha, very well!"

The man in the black robe snapped his fingers, speaking jubilantly.

"That previous fireworks were not satisfying enough. Let us set off fireworks in Ice Peak City again!"

"Since we are taking action, we will go bigger, add more, and make it more splendid!"

"Wait! You aren't going to…"

Feeling the overt joy and madness of the man in the black robe, Duke Ward suddenly had a foreboding feeling.

Was there going to be another major attack in Ice Peak City?

Damn it! No!

If it happened again, Lukar might just lead his men to fight him desperately!

But before he could speak, he was kicked out of the Dream World just like the last time.

Duke Ward awoke abruptly from the soft bed, and the Gold-level Mage on duty in the corner of the room, noticing his expression, asked:

"Sir, what's wrong?"

"Is there anything unusual, Fayez?"

Duke Ward shook his head, clearing his mind a bit before asking.

"No, I've been right by your side the whole time."

The mage Fayez, who had been specially brought in to guard the Duke, said as he shook his head.

"...Alright, you can go back now, there's nothing wrong."

After a moment of silence, Duke Ward gestured with his hand for his trusted subordinate to leave the room.

The ability of the Death Secret Cult to enter his dreams without alarming others made it useless to have someone standing guard.

Moreover, that damned guy seemed to want to stir up a major event in Ice Peak City!

Duke Ward felt that matters were becoming somewhat beyond his control as his worries lately were indeed too numerous.
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So, what exactly did that Moriarty intend to "firework"?