SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Chapter 577 Storm Before The Trident Summit

3 Days left for the TRIDENT SUMMIT...

The royal capital of the Quinn-Empire was filled with spectacle as the Trident Summit approached. Increased number of Vendors shouted from their stalls, selling everything from exotic spices to gleaming trinkets, while wealthy nobles roamed the streets, their subordinates following in silks and gold.

Crowds had swelled in the city, with travellers and dignitaries from the 33 nations gathering for the Summit. The occasion of the trident summit made everyone ignore the incidents of prison breaks.

As trident summit is the main stage for gambling, every individual is making arrangements for large bets. The Stick family is the crowd favourite without a doubt. But the Frost family, with only 20,000 supreme wizards, became least favourite.

But due to the presence of Kent, some people were making arrangements for wild betting.

Meanwhile in the throne room of Emperor Ryon...

Commander Loki knelt on the polished marble floor of the imperial throne room. As he failed in the prison break mission, Loki finally accepted his defeat.

The imposing figure of Emperor Ryon sat before him on a golden throne, his face filled with anger. The 100,000 army of 9 realms already left the 7th realm. Finally, all the restriction were lifted by the Quinn family.@@@@

"Loki," the Emperor's voice was a low growl, "you kneel before me not as a commander but as a failure. You failed to capture the criminal responsible for the prison break, and now you bring me 'this'?" His hand slammed down on the armrest, making the room echo.

"Your Majesty, I... I have reason to believe that Kent—" Loki's voice trembling as he mentioned Kent's name again.

"Enough!" The Emperor's roar silenced him. "You dare utter his name 'now'?You are too late? Kent is untouchable now, not because he is innocent but because my hands are tied by my father! Thanks to your delay, the people will see any action against Kent as an act of personal revenge."

Loki's head bowed lower, sweat dripping from his forehead. "Forgive me, Your Majesty... I only wished to—"

"Get out of my sight, Loki. I don't want to see your disgraced face." Emperor Ryon roared angrily.

Loki rose shakily, bowing low before retreating from the throne room. As the heavy doors closed behind him, Emperor Ryon slumped back into his throne, his fury giving way to bitter frustration.

Ryon's gaze turned to the distant mountains visible through the grand windows. His thoughts drifted to Philip, his second son, whose arrogance and failure had become a thorn in his side.

The itch for lust is making her go crazy. Every second, her mind is craving for the presence of Kent.

"Kent," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Why won't you come to me?"

She had sent messenger after messenger to him, but all had returned empty-handed. The absence of the man who had once given peak pleasure, made her behave like a lusty witch. It was more than lust—it was an obsession that itched at her every waking moment.

A lady servant hesitated at the door. "Your Majesty, shall I send another—" Explore hidden tales at My Virtual Library Empire

"No," Soya snapped, then sighed deeply. "He won't come. I will meet him at the trident summit."

She collapsed onto the bed, her hands touching and squeezing her woman's parts. "If only... if only I could have him, even for a moment."

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Simon, the son of Jason mama, walked aimlessly in the herb garden. Though he was treated as an honoured guest in the royal palace, he couldn't shake the feeling of being an outsider. The opulence of the estate and the attention of the lady servants felt hollow.

"This isn't what I came here for," Simon muttered. "I thought... I thought it would feel different and enjoyable."

One of the servant women approached him, her eyes coy. "Would you like some wine, my lord?"

"No, thank you. I already have enough wine for life." Simon waved her off, his frustration bubbling.

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At the Frost family...

The training grounds were alive with the sounds of clashing steel and shouted commands. Kent's army moved with precision, their discipline a reflection of their leader's unyielding will.

"Faster!" Kent barked at a group of sparring soldiers. "The Summit will not wait for you to be ready."