The old man’s eyes slowly swept across the devastated surroundings.
However, what nobody realized was that hidden deep within the Third Prince’s sea of consciousness, a strange mark quietly rested there.
A faint black imprint.
Even if the Third Prince personally entered his own sea of consciousness, he still would not notice anything unusual.
This was Michael’s doing through one of Wisdom’s skills, Spatial Mark.
Michael truly had not lied earlier.
Even if the prince ran away, he would never truly escape him.
In fact, Michael secretly hoped the prince would flee.
That would only make things easier later.
What the surrounding people also failed to notice was that two individuals within the capital had quietly disappeared beneath everyone’s noses.
Or more accurately, one living person.
And one corpse.
No one noticed their disappearance.
After all, everyone’s attention had been pletely focused on the explosions and protecting the Third Prince.
Someone hurriedly knelt beside the Third Prince.
Healing potions were poured into his mouth one after another while a nearby mage who appeared skilled in healing magic quickly began casting spells.
Pale green light continuously covered the prince’s body.
The healing energy slowly mended his twisted arm while sealing the wounds scattered across his body.
After several minutes, the Third Prince finally regained a small amount of strength.
His breathing was still ragged, and his face remained deathly pale, but at least the immediate danger had passed.
Then, his eyes suddenly swept across the ruined flying port.
At first, there was only fear inside his gaze.
But soon, he noticed something.
The imperial side had suffered horribly.
Guards, servants, mages, attendants. Many had died while even more had been seriously injured.
But the Lionheart side...
There were casualties there as well, yet pared to the imperial side, the losses were shockingly few.
The Third Prince’s eyes widened.
Then his face twisted with both rage and fear as he suddenly pointed toward Princess Priscilla.
"You! Why are so many of your people still alive?!"
Everyone’s attention immediately shifted toward the princess.
Only then did many people realize the same thing.
Most of the Lionheart personnel near Princess Priscilla had survived.
Although many looked pale and shaken, very few had actually died.
Master Veyl’s frown deepened slightly as well.
Earlier, he had been too focused on protecting the Third Prince to notice the details clearly.
But now that the prince had pointed it out, the difference was indeed obvious.
Princess Priscilla stood calmly among her people with a pale expression.
Her mana still fluctuated slightly from maintaining the barrier earlier.
Master Veyl slowly looked toward her.
"Princess Priscilla."
His tone sounded calm, but there was a faint questioning pressure hidden beneath the surface.
Princess Priscilla’s expression remained cold.
"What? Are you asking why more of my people did not die?"
Master Veyl did not answer immediately.
Princess Priscilla smiled faintly, though there was no warmth within that smile.
"Can it not simply be said that I protected my people from harm?"
Her gaze briefly shifted toward the ruined surroundings.
"Besides, I was not the one being targeted."
Her words were perfectly reasonable.
The servants had clearly ignored her after glancing toward her only once.
Every attack afterward had been directed toward the Third Prince and the imperial side.
Even if she had wanted to interfere further, there had been no reason for her to abandon her own people in order to protect the imperial delegation.
But the Third Prince was clearly no longer in a mental state capable of caring about reason.
His face twisted fiercely.
"Bitch!"
The moment the word left his mouth, Princess Priscilla’s eyes instantly turned cold.
The Third Prince continued screaming hysterically.
"You think I don’t know?! You and that little slut were both Mic’s whores!"
The surrounding atmosphere seemed to freeze instantly.
Several Lionheart guards immediately lowered their heads while pretending they had heard nothing.
Master Veyl’s expression also darkened visibly.
"Your Highness."
His voice carried a heavy warning this time.
The Third Prince ignored him pletely.
"You were all trying to kill me! All of you! That woman! You! That bastard Mic!"
Princess Priscilla stared at him silently for several seconds.
Then she slowly shook her head.
There was anger in her eyes.
But even more than anger, there was exhaustion.
This prince was finished.
Even if he survived physically, his mind had already been badly shaken by Michael’s actions.
Princess Priscilla did not bother arguing with him further.
She simply turned around and walked away from the ruined flying port.
Her expression remained calm on the surface, but worry quietly filled her eyes.
She understood very clearly that this matter could no longer be solved through apologies, pensation, or political negotiation.
Michael had already shown his stance.
And she was certain there would be a next time.
Next time, he probably would not send mere servants.
Master Veyl silently watched Princess Priscilla’s departing figure for several moments.
Then the old man slowly turned back toward the Third Prince.
At this moment, the prince still looked half-crazed from fear and humiliation.
Even after receiving healing treatment, his body continued trembling slightly.
Master Veyl’s expression remained extremely grim.
"We need to leave immediately."
The Third Prince looked up sharply.
"L-Leave?"
Master Veyl nodded coldly.
"This place is no longer safe."
The old man’s sharp eyes swept across the ruined flying port around them.
Master Veyl did not know how far the other party’s abilities extended.
But after witnessing everything earlier, he no longer wished to remain within this kingdom any longer than necessary.
One nearby imperial guard hesitated briefly before speaking carefully.
"B-But... Your Highness no longer has a flying ship."
The moment those words fell, the surrounding imperial personnel fell silent awkwardly.
Because it was true.
Most of their ships had either been destroyed or severely damaged during the explosions.
Master Veyl had naturally already noticed this fact.
However, the old man simply frowned coldly.
"A ship is unnecessary."
The next moment, BOOM!
Terrifying flames erupted briefly around his body.
As a Great Stage existence, flight itself was already possible for him.
Without waiting for further discussion, Master Veyl directly grabbed the Third Prince by the shoulder.
The prince barely even had time to react.
Then the surrounding space distorted violently.
Both figures instantly vanished like streaks of fire.
Only scorched air remained behind.
Silence descended briefly afterward.
Then slowly, the remaining imperial personnel began realizing something.
Their expressions changed one after another.
"...They left?"
"What about us?"
"We’ve been abandoned..."
Fear and disbelief immediately spread among the surviving imperial guards and attendants.
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