Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world Chapter 516: The real plan

With a slow twist of the dagger’s hilt, Brandon inflicted more pain.

Kaarthus’s agonizing scream echoed through the hall, his body writhing uncontrollably on the floor as blood poured from the wound.

Brandon tightened his grip, turning the blade another inch. “Tell me, who else conspires with Nacirfa? How deep does this betrayal run within this castle?”

Sweat and tears streamed down Kaarthus’s face, his eyes wide with an agony too great to bear as he gasped and sobbed.

“P-Please—stop! I’ll confess everything! Just… stop!”

Brandon ceased the twisting motion but maintained the dagger’s position. “Speak.”

“T-There were three of us… high-ranking ministers… I was the primary liaison… The others are Minister Valthor and Minister Serene… They facilitated the leaks regarding troop movements and… and your itinerary…”

A wave of gasps and murmurs rippled through the throne room. Several ministers appeared visibly disturbed, while others cast sharp, suspicious glances at their peers.

Emperor Valerian remained on his throne, his knuckles white as he gripped the armrests, the wood groaning under the pressure.

Freya stepped forward, her voice laced with disbelief. “Valthor and Serene… I suspected their ambition, but to this extent…”

Brandon gave the dagger another turn. “Continue. Who is Nacirfa’s agent you report to? What is their communication method?”

Kaarthus, now openly weeping, choked out, “A man named… Vesper… We meet in the outer city… the old, abandoned warehouse district… every third night… He pays me in gold.”

With a wet *shlick*, Brandon withdrew the dagger, eliciting a final scream from Kaarthus before he collapsed.

“You have been most helpful,” Brandon stated impassively, wiping the blade on the minister’s robes.

He rose and addressed the Emperor.

Valerian stood from his throne, his command clear. “Arrest Minister Kaarthus, Minister Valthor, and Minister Serene at once. Confiscate all their titles and assets.”

Guards moved swiftly, hauling the sobbing Kaarthus away.

Turning back to Brandon, Valerian’s stern expression softened. “You have rendered an invaluable service to this empire today, Sir Kael. This will not be forgotten.”

Brandon offered a slight smile and turned to depart.

However, at the doorway, he paused and looked back. “Oh, and one more thing… I eliminated Nacirfa’s king and several of their ministers.”

He then exited the hall, leaving behind a stunned silence.

WHAT?

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Evening had gently descended upon the royal castle of Eurasania.

A cool breeze slipped through the partially open balcony doors, carrying the subtle fragrance of jasmine from the gardens below.

Brandon and Rheanne were seated together on a plush couch near the window.

Wisps of steam curled upwards from their tea cups, releasing the comforting essence of herbs blended with honey and a hint of mint.

Rheanne cradled her cup with both hands, her long, white hair flowing over one shoulder as she took a slow sip.

“Perhaps the Nubines Empire merely intended to use Nacirfa as a test subject.”

“Instead of facing us directly, they probed our defenses through a proxy. They wanted to observe our reaction if you were targeted.”

Brandon slowly shook his head. “No, I do not believe that was their intention.”

“Nubines is aware of your capabilities. They understand any direct confrontation would likely end in spectacular failure for them. They would not risk such blatant provocation.”

Rheanne gently placed her cup on the table, contemplating his words.

She had consistently upheld a strict neutrality among all empires and kingdoms.

As a Goddess, she could not afford to show favor to any single entity; such an action would be perceived as “unjust” by others, potentially shattering the delicate balance that had prevented global conflict for years.

This principle guided her constant travels, clearing dungeons and towers across all nations, offering her aid impartially to all who required it.

Brandon took another sip of his tea. “My assessment is that they aimed to instigate a war between the Eurasania and Cene Empires.”

Rheanne looked at him, surprised. “What?”

Brandon turned his gaze toward her. “They knew that Nacirfa capturing me would provoke your wrath. In your anger, you would likely annihilate the Nacirfa royal family… or at the very least, their king.”

“This would result in the kingdom being headless, creating a power vacuum. Subsequently, both Eurasania and Cene, who have coveted Nacirfa’s strategic territory for years, would swiftly move in to annex the land.”

“The precarious truce that has prevented open warfare between those two empires for so long would disintegrate overnight.”

“Nubines would not need to intervene directly. They could simply watch as their two primary rivals decimated each other, significantly weakening both empires. Then, Nubines could emerge victorious and claim the remnants.”

Rheanne remained silent for a considerable time, processing his calculated theory.

"That could be plausible... but Eurasania won’t try to take over Nacirfa this time."

With a nod, Brandon spoke "Mhm. I already talked with the Emperor before going forward with our plan today."

"He promised me that he won’t capture Nacirfa... unless Cene provokes them."

"Now the only thing left is to go and talk to the Cene empire and explain the situation."

Upon hearing this, Rheanne smiled faintly "Then, it’s not a problem. You are close with the Cene’s Emperor after all."

With a dry smile, he replied "I am close with him. But there is that ’bitch’ over there who bothers me every time I visit the empire."

Rheanne couldn’t help but giggle "Let’s go tomorrow to visit the emperor and meet this... bitch."

Brandon: -_- This is going to be an annoying trip.

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It was already night-

Brandon moved quietly along the outer balcony.

He stopped in front of Freya’s chambers and gently pushed open the glass door, slipping inside without a sound.

The room was dimly lit by a single lantern left burning low on the bedside table.

Freya lay on her back with her blonde hair spread messily across the pillow.

She was wearing a thin, delicate white nightgown.

During her sleep, the gown had slipped down her shoulders, revealing the generous, full curves of her breasts.

The hem of the gown had also shifted higher on her thighs, revealing the smooth, toned skin of her legs.

She looked incredibly beautiful as her chest rose and fell with slow breaths.

Brandon stood beside the bed for a moment, simply watching her and a fond smile touched his lips.

He sat down carefully on the edge of the mattress, and the bed dipped slightly under his weight.

Brandon leaned down slowly and pressed a gentle kiss to the exposed upper swell of her cleavage.

He could feel the softness of her breasts against his mouth, and he kissed her there again, savoring the warmth and the faint scent of rose oil still clinging to her skin from her earlier bath.

Freya let out a soft, unconscious sigh, and her body shifted slightly toward him in her sleep.

Brandon moved higher, brushing his lips against hers in a tender kiss.

She blinked her eyes and looked up at him "Assaulting me at night while I am sleeping like this.."

With a smile, he replied "Who sleeps so sexily like this?"

As he spoke, he hooked his fingers into the neckline of her nightgown and slowly lowered it further, pulling the delicate fabric down over her shoulders and fully exposing her bountiful breasts to the cool night air.

They spilled out generously, and the rosy-pink areolas caught the lantern light beautifully.

Freya let out a soft, breathy sound, watching him with half-lidded eyes as he leaned down.

Brandon pressed his lips to the soft, warm skin of her cleavage, kissing the valley between her breasts.

He trailed his mouth across the plush curve of one breast, then opened his lips and gave her a soft bite to leave a faint red mark on her pale skin.

Freya gasped quietly, and her back arched slightly as she pushed her chest toward him.

"Mmm... Kael... You are very aggressive tonight."

Brandon smiled against her skin, "Shall we go out for a while?"

Freya blinked slowly, still lost in the haze of pleasure.

She sat up on the bed, her nightgown hanging loosely off her shoulders with her full breasts still exposed.

She leaned forward and kissed his lips with an affectionate smile.

"Let me get dressed and we can leave, my dear man," she whispered against his mouth.

Brandon wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer "No. This nightgown is enough."

Freya let out a playful laugh and pinched his cheek lightly, "What are you saying, darling? I can’t walk out like this... this kind of cloth is only for you."

But Brandon didn’t relent. With a smooth motion, he grabbed her in his arms like a princess with one arm beneath her knees, the other supporting her back.

Freya let out a startled gasp as she was suddenly lifted off the bed and her bare breasts pressed against his chest.

She was surprised but quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on tightly "Kael? What happened?"

He carried her toward the open balcony doors.

Without pausing, he stepped onto the railing and shot upward into the air.

*woosh*

Freya’s eyes widened in utter shock as the ground fell away beneath them. The wind whistled past her ears, tugging at her thin nightgown and her blonde hair.

"W-What- What is happening?!" she exclaimed as she clung tighter to his neck.

Her legs kicked lightly in the air for a second before wrapping around his waist instinctively for balance.

Brandon held her securely in his arms, flying smoothly higher into the night sky.

The cool night wind rushed around them, making Freya’s nightgown flutter and cling to her body, outlining every curve.

Staring at the diminshing castle below, Freya then lifted her gaze to the immense, star-speckled heavens, her verdant eyes wide with a mixture of awe and trepidation.

"You... you can fly?!"