The World Is Mine For The Taking Chapter 89 - The Sword Festival, Part 3 (3)

I gently laid Yr back on the bed, watching as she instinctively curled into the mattress, her breathing evening out almost instantly. She slipped into slumber like it was the most natural thing in the world, her small body barely making a dent in the sheets.

A soft sigh left my lips as I turned back to the table, eyeing the ss she had made. The spilled food, the overturned glass, and the scattered utensils told a story of just how carefree she was. Yet, despite the ss, I couldn't bring myself to be annoyed. She was cute—too cute. Even her clumsy monts were endearing. Maybe it was just part of her charm. ssy or not, she was a good girl.

I cleaned up the table, wiping away the remnants of her chaotic al, then washed her plate while I was at it. The faint sound of water running filled the small room, mixing with Yr's soft, steady breathing. When I was done, I stepped out into the hallway, where Princess Myrcella was still waiting for , standing with an air of quiet patience.

"It's fine now," I said. "Sorry for making you wait—and for keeping you standing there."

She tilted her head slightly, her long golden hair catching the dim hallway light, giving her an almost ethereal glow. Then she smiled, effortlessly charming.

"Oh, it's no trouble," she said softly. "I'm not inconvenienced at all. If anything, I wonder if I'm the one inconveniencing you instead."

"No way," I said, shaking my head. "Anyway, co in."

"Thank you."

With that, Princess Myrcella stepped inside with the grace of soone born to be admired. Her every movent was deliberate, calculated, yet naturally elegant. anwhile, Angelica stood rooted in place, her arms crossed, her sharp eyes lingering on . She didn't say a word, but the way she glared made it obvious she wasn't pleased.

I t her gaze for a brief mont before deciding I didn't care. Since she wasn't planning to co in, I shut the door.

When I turned back, I found Princess Myrcella standing in the middle of the room, her gaze sweeping across the space. She looked slightly uncertain, as if unsure where to sit. Not that I could bla her—this dorm room was barely ant for one person, let alone three. It was small, cramped, and lacked any real luxury.

"Take the seat here, Princess Myrcella," I said, gesturing toward the single couch near the wall. It was the only real piece of furniture aside from my bed and the table.

"But what about you?" she asked, her eyes flickering with curiosity.

"I can just sit on the edge of the bed," I told her. "Oh, and by the way, I don't have anything to offer you. This dorm room isn't exactly stocked with fancy drinks or food."

She chuckled lightly, the sound delicate yet amused.

"It's fine," she assured . "You don't have to worry about that."

With a graceful motion, she reached behind her, smoothing out the back of her skirt before lowering herself onto the couch. Even the way she sat down carried a regal air, her every action effortlessly elegant.

I moved to the edge of the bed, but as I did, Yr let out a soft, sleepy grumble. She shifted positions, rolling from her side onto her back, and in the process, my shirt which she was currently wearing—the oversized one draped over her small fra—slid up, exposing the soft, pale skin of her stomach.

For a second, my eyes lingered on the smooth curve of her waist, but then I exhaled through my nose and reached out, gently tugging the fabric back down. The last thing I wanted was for her to catch a cold.

"You surprise ," Princess Myrcella said, watching with mild amusent. "I didn't expect to find the Sleeping Beauty here, in your room." She glanced at Yr, her expression softening before she turned back to . "Is she one of your lovers?"

"Yes," I answered without hesitation. There was no point in dodging the question or sugarcoating it. Lying wouldn't do any favors in the long run. "Is that going to be a problem for you when the ti cos?"

She humd softly, as if considering my words. Then she smiled.

"I don't think so," she said. "Even if we get married, I wouldn't mind that you have lovers—no matter how many. I wouldn't hold it against you. But when that ti cos…" She leaned forward slightly, her gaze locking onto mine. "I'd hope you'd give the sa attention and love as well."

I held her gaze for a mont before leaning back slightly.

"We'll talk about that when the ti cos," I said, brushing the topic aside. "Right now, I want to know why you're actually here."

For a brief second, sothing flickered in her expression—sothing unreadable. Then, her lips curled into a smile, slow and deliberate. Enjoy exclusive chapters from My Virtual Library Empire

"I'm in quite a predicant right now…" she said. "And I need your help."

"I'm listening," I said, my voice steady, my gaze locked onto hers.

Princess Myrcella's lips curled ever so slightly, a knowing glint in her eyes. The flickering candlelight in my dimly lit dorm room cast soft shadows over her flawless features, accentuating the quiet confidence she always carried. She was undeniably beautiful, the kind of woman who could command a room with nothing but a glance. And yet, beneath that elegance was a sharp, calculating mind—a woman who played the long ga.

"It seems to you already know the reason," she said smoothly, crossing one leg over the other. The way she moved was effortless, dripping with refinent. "Well, considering it's you, I'm not really surprised."

Even as she said that, I kept my expression neutral and unreadable. Or at least, I thought I did. Yet, sohow, she still saw through . Was I that easy to read? Maybe I needed to refine my poker face more. I made a ntal note to work on it.

"Well, I'll tell you anyway," she continued, her tone carrying a faint amusent as she leaned in slightly. "Emperor Carl Fredrick Rodonia ca here and asked for my hand in marriage in exchange for an alliance with the Empire. My father, ever the opportunist, agreed without hesitation. He wants to stop plotting against him, so this was the perfect way to tie my hands. And so, here I am—officially engaged to the Emperor."

A weight settled over the room. I leaned back slightly, absorbing her words, my fingers instinctively tapping against my thigh.

"That doesn't… sound half bad," I admitted, watching her reaction carefully.

An alliance with the Empire wasn't sothing to take lightly. The benefits were obvious—trade, military support, political leverage. For the kingdom, this was a massive gain. From an outsider's perspective, it was a solid move.

"But I'm guessing if you marry him, your chances of taking the throne drop significantly. Maybe even to zero in no ti at all," I added.

Princess Myrcella exhaled sharply, her fingers tightening against the fabric of her dress. "Exactly."

Her father was no fool. He knew what she was capable of, and this marriage was his way of ensuring she never beca a threat to his rule. It was checkmate—or at least, that's what he thought.

"My father knows that," she continued, her gaze darkening. "That's why he's doing this. He wants to permanently cut off any path I have to rebellion." Her fingers resud their slow tapping, a sign of restless calculation. Then, she turned her eyes back to , sharp and expectant. "Which is why I need your help."

I didn't respond imdiately. My mind was already running through potential strategies, weighing every possible counter-move. There had to be a way to flip the board, to tip the scales in her favor.

But before I could settle on an answer, she spoke again.

"I want you to do what the Emperor did to my father," she said, her voice like silk, but beneath it, there was steel.

I didn't move, didn't speak. I let her finish.

"I want you to introduce yourself to my father… and ask for my hand in marriage as well."

The mont the words left her lips, the air between us shifted.

It wasn't just a suggestion—it was a calculated power play. The only real move left on the board. And she was entrusting to make it.

The thought had already crossed my mind before, but hearing it from her directly solidified the reality of it. This wasn't just about stopping the engagent—this was about tipping the entire kingdom into chaos.

If I did this, there would be no turning back. The mont I stepped into that battlefield, the first domino would fall… and from there, the entire world would start to crumble.

"Would you do it?" she asked, her voice smooth yet laced with sothing deeper—sothing testing. Her eyes locked onto mine, unwavering, as if searching for hesitation, for doubt.

I let the silence stretch between us, dragging the mont just enough to make her wonder. Then, a slow, knowing smirk pulled at the corner of my lips.

"Well," I exhaled, tilting my head slightly. "I'm the only one who could do it, after all."

What she was asking wasn't just a favor—it was a declaration of war, a power move so bold that even the slightest misstep could send everything crashing down. She wanted to march straight into her father's court and introduce myself, not as so naless suitor, but as Christopher Faust—the man who controlled the Leonamon, the largest company in the world.

Right now, its influence remained locked within the borders of Milham, a carefully maintained monopoly that Myrcella had wielded like a blade, ensuring no other factions could sink their greedy hands into it.

But I wasn't content with just that. No, my ambitions stretched far beyond the confines of this kingdom. I wasn't building a business. I was constructing an empire. And soon, after Myrcella was done using it, Leonamon would extend its reach beyond nations, beyond kings, beyond emperors—until the entire world bent beneath its weight.

And surely… a man who held an empire in his hands could stand face-to-face with an Emperor and make him flinch.