Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world Chapter 515: Caught!

King Stephanus stumbled backward, stammering, "Goddess R-Rheanne...?! How did you get here?!"

The assembled ministers and guards stood frozen in sheer terror.

Minister Elandor's legs felt as though they would buckle beneath him.

Drakin's hand instinctively moved towards his sword's hilt, yet his hand shook so violently he couldn't even draw the blade.

Rheanne's gaze sharpened, her voice chilling, "You dared..."

King Stephanus attempted to respond, but his voice failed him. His mouth opened and closed repeatedly, akin to a fish desperately gasping for air.

Rheanne advanced with a single, deliberate step, and the chains binding Brandon instantly disintegrated into dust.

"You truly believed you could use him as a pawn against me?"

Brandon slowly rose to his feet, rolling his shoulders as the final remnants of his restraints fell away.

Rheanne's expression softened momentarily, but a cold fury quickly resurfaced as her eyes returned to the King and his cowering ministers.

The entire grand chamber began to tremble violently. Cracks like a spiderweb's intricate design spread rapidly across the stone walls.

King Stephanus finally managed to find his voice, pleading, "Goddess... this is all a misunderstanding-"

"Misunderstanding?" she echoed, her tone deceptively calm.

"You abducted my companion. You intended to send me his severed finger as a vile threat and subject him to horrific torture."

She took another measured step forward.

The guards, overwhelmed by fear, dropped their weapons and collapsed to their knees, trembling uncontrollably.

Rheanne's voice dropped to a deadly, sibilant whisper, "I will grant you one solitary chance to offer an explanation. Just one."

A piercing blue glint flashed within her eyes. "Choose your next words with extreme care... or I shall obliterate this entire kingdom from existence before the first rays of dawn touch the horizon."

The King of Nacirfa remained utterly still, realizing with terrifying clarity that he had committed the most catastrophic error of his reign.

In a final, desperate act, he snatched a sword from the grasp of a nearby guard and lunged forward.

He seized Brandon by his collar, pressing the cold steel blade firmly against his neck.

"I-If you move any closer, I will kill him!" the King bellowed, his voice fracturing with abject fear. "I swear upon my life, I will do it!"

Brandon offered a wry smile. 'Can you believe this guy?'

Rheanne's frown deepened, her face contorted with pure, unadulterated rage.

The ethereal blue glow in her pupils intensified dramatically as the very air around her began to warp and distort.

"...So, you have unequivocally chosen death."

Before Rheanne could even initiate a single move, Brandon swiftly seized King Stephanus's wrist, twisting it with brutal force.

A sickening crack echoed through the chamber followed by a sharp cry of agony. "ARRRGH-!"

The King screamed in pain as his elbow shattered, the sword clattering harmlessly to the stone floor.

Brandon then slammed his palm directly into the King's face, smashing his head against the adjacent wall with a gruesome crunch.

The King's body went limp, blood gushing from his mangled nose and split lips.

Brandon turned his gaze towards Rheanne, calmly stating, "Rheanne, eliminate the others."

Rheanne's eyes swept over the remaining ministers and terrified guards.

"As you command."

With a mere wave of her hand, the entire chamber convulsed violently.

Minister Elandor attempted a futile escape, but in the very next instant, his body turned to ash, incinerated into nothingness.

Minister Lirath shrieked as fissures ripped open in the floor beneath her, swallowing her whole into oblivion.

Drakin and the remaining guards scarcely had time to react before invisible blades, forged from compressed ether, sliced through them, dismembering their bodies instantly.

King Stephanus, still conscious and bleeding profusely on the floor, looked up in utter horror as Rheanne slowly approached him.

"Please..." he croaked, his voice barely a whisper. "Mercy-"

Rheanne gazed down at him, her eyes utterly devoid of any trace of compassion.

Stepping up beside her, Brandon glanced down at the fallen King. "I understand that the ruler of a mere kingdom wouldn't possess the sheer audacity to genuinely provoke Rheanne."

"There must be a powerful empire supporting you, isn't that right? Which one is it?"

Stephanus drew a ragged breath, blood welling at the corner of his lips. "W-Will you spare me if I tell you?"

Brandon gave a slight nod. "Certainly. That's precisely why I only broke your elbow. Had I intended your immediate demise, you would already be dead."

Stephanus's gaze flickered with a desperate surge of hope. "Promise me, swear you will let me live."

Nodding once more, Brandon replied, "I promise."

Taking a deep, shaky breath, Stephanus finally uttered, "The N-Nubines Empire."

Upon hearing this name, Brandon's expression shifted slightly. "Oh... them. I see. Now I understand the entire scheme."

"Very well. It's time for you to meet your end."

"HUH?" Stephanus's eyes widened in pure, unadulterated horror. "BUT YOU PROMISED YOU WOULD LET ME GO!"

Brandon simply shrugged. "True, I personally won't harm you... but someone else certainly will."

Rheanne slowly raised her hand.

"Wait- Wait- WAIT!" The King's body was suddenly yanked into the air, held aloft by an unseen force. His eyes bulged grotesquely as his bones began to creak and snap under the immense, invisible pressure.

Blood vessels ruptured across his face, transforming his skin into a ghastly, purplish hue.

Brandon watched the gruesome spectacle in silence, making no move to intervene.

In the King's final, agonizing moments, Rheanne spoke one last, chilling sentence, "Inform the afterlife... that you were obliterated for daring to touch him."

*CRUNCH*

King Stephanus Thorne's body simply imploded with a sickening, wet crunch.

Bones shattered into powder, organs burst, and flesh compressed into a gruesome ball of meat and blood that hung suspended for a brief second before dissolving into a fine red mist that scattered across the chamber.

Rheanne lowered her hand and turned to look at Brandon, "Are you hurt, Kael?"

With a chuckle, he replied, "Do you think they can hurt me?"

Smiling, she replied, "It is a good strategy to let yourself get captured to find out who the real culprit is."

Brandon’s gaze lowered. "Hmm, now let’s return and clean up the mess there."

Rheanne reached out and took his hand. "I heard him talk about someone called Minister Kaarthus from Eurasania earlier. He must be the traitor."

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The grand throne room of the Eurasania Empire was filled with a tense, heavy atmosphere.

Emperor Valerian Bleaufort sat on his throne on the elevated platform, while several high-ranking ministers sat below on their chairs.

Freya Bleaufort was also seated among them, wearing a serious expression.

'From my assessment, only Minister Kaarthus is a bit suspicious. I need to tell Kael.'

"...and the latest reports confirm movement near the northern border," one of the ministers spoke.

"Nacirfa’s activity has increased significantly. We must strengthen our defenses-"

The grand double doors to the throne room suddenly slammed open with a loud bang.

Everyone turned in shock.

Brandon walked in alone, his clothes still bearing faint traces of blood and dirt from the earlier events.

With an indifferent face, he strode directly down the long carpet, ignoring the guards who instinctively reached for their weapons.

Freya’s face brightened instantly. 'Kael?'

He walked straight past the other ministers and stopped directly in front of Minister Kaarthus.

The minister’s face paled slightly, but he maintained a composed expression.

"Lord Kael," Kaarthus said smoothly, "is something wrong? If this is about the Nacirfa situation, we were just-"

Brandon raised his hand towards Freya. "Freya... dagger."

Without hesitation, Freya drew the elegant dagger from her waist and threw it across the room with perfect accuracy.

Brandon caught it effortlessly by the hilt.

In the next instant, he plunged the dagger directly into Minister Kaarthus’s right thigh.

Puchi!

"ARRRRRGHHHHH!"

The minister’s scream tore through the throne room.

His body convulsed as he fell from his chair, crashing onto the marble floor.

Blood immediately began pooling beneath him, spreading across the pristine stone.

Gasps and shouts erupted across the throne room.

Several ministers shot to their feet in horror.

Guards instinctively reached for their weapons but froze when they saw the Emperor’s raised hand.

One of the senior ministers pointed a trembling finger at Brandon.

"S-Sir Kael?! What are you doing inside the throne room of this Empire?! This is an outrage!"

The minister turned desperately toward Emperor Valerian. "Your Majesty, are you seeing this? This man just marched in and stabbed one of our ministers! How can we let this-"

Valerian raised his hand, cutting the man off mid-sentence.

"Hold your tongue, Minister. You are talking about the future ruler of this Eurasania Empire. Give your respect while speaking about him."

WHAT?

A stunned silence fell over the entire throne room.

Future ruler?

Princess Amelia’s husband?

Several ministers exchanged wide-eyed glances.

Even the guards looked stunned, lowering their weapons in confusion.

Valerian glanced at Brandon with a calm nod. "You may continue, Sir Kael."

Kaarthus screamed again, writhing on the floor in pain as blood poured from the deep wound in his thigh.

He clutched at the dagger still embedded in his leg, his face twisted in pain and terror.

Brandon crouched down beside Kaarthus. "You’ve been feeding information to Nacirfa for a while, huh."

Kaarthus’s eyes widened in panic, and he shook his head frantically. "N-No... I don’t know what you’re talking about! This is madness! Your Majesty, please! This man is insane!"

Brandon twisted the dagger deeper, drawing another blood-curdling scream from him.

"RRRAAARGHHHH!"

Freya stepped forward. "You sold out your own empire for what? A few gold coins? A promise of power from Nacirfa?"

She looked down at the writhing man with open disgust. "Pathetic."

The minister’s body trembled violently as he gasped for air, blood pooling rapidly beneath him.

"Urgh... Haaah..."