The Hidden Extra: The Lazy Prince Refuses to Ascend The Throne Chapter 620 Arrival at Destination

The Southern Continent was a remarkably fertile region that had seen the rise of numerous formidable empires and kingdoms.

Among them stood the Ancient Kingdom of Eron. Boasting a territory that spanned five hundred thousand square kilometers, the vast majority of its land remained incredibly productive.

Consequently, the Ancient Kingdom of Eron emerged as a primary agricultural powerhouse within the Southern Continent. Various nations, including the Great Empire of Velmora, sought to purchase their goods.

While the volume was modest, the trade served as a subtle gesture of diplomacy.

At this moment, both Nolan and Seira were traveling across the seas, bound for the Southern Continent.

Unlike the remote Eastern Continent, the Southern Continent sat in close proximity to the Central Continent.

The voyage typically required a week. Naturally, water travel lacked the speed of land-based transport.

However, that mattered little. The maritime route offered far greater security compared to the overland path, which was notoriously infested with bandits and monsters waiting to ambush travelers.

"Hoaam..."

Nolan leaned listlessly against the ship’s railing, letting out a yawn as he gazed at the vast expanse of the ocean ahead.

He had just returned from a trip to the Eastern Continent, and now, duty forced him toward the Southern Continent. Honestly, he had grown exhausted by these endless travels.

They clashed with his lethargic temperament and his desire to stay close to the imperial palace.

"Hah… what choice do I have? My sister’s future is at stake. I cannot allow that wretched man to have his way," he muttered under his breath, clearly frustrated.

Truthfully, had Seira been in love with Aldrian and eager to become his bride, Nolan would never have intervened. He held profound respect for Seira's personal autonomy, particularly when it concerned matters of matrimony.

Yet, because his sister firmly resisted while that man persistently imposed his will, Nolan saw fit to interfere—just as he was currently doing.

Abruptly, a set of hands shielded his eyes, accompanied by a melodic voice from his rear.

"Care to guess who I am?"

Nolan didn't need to turn around; he knew it was Seira.

"Do you require something from me?" he queried, his tone sluggish.

Seira felt a sting of annoyance. She withdrew her hands and stepped beside him.

Giving his cheek a sharp pinch, she retorted, "What is your problem? Are you miffed because I asked you to join me? Wasn't this your own suggestion?"

She discerned the fatigue in his spirit and understood exactly what troubled him.

"That isn't it," Nolan said, shaking his head. He placed his own hand over the one still pinching his cheek. "I’ve simply been lost in thought. Before our departure, I discussed your situation with Father. He didn't seem to offer any resistance to the engagement."

At his words, Seira stiffened. Her lovely features clouded over, and she curled her left hand into a tight knot.

"So, Father actually consented to this engagement?"

Nolan felt the nape of his neck prickle. Whether it was a hallucination or not, he could sense a palpable aura of killing intent radiating from Seira.

"Ahem!" Clearing his throat, he stroked her cheek gently. "Though his conduct might imply agreement, I am quite certain he lacks full confidence in Aldrian."

His cryptic remark left Seira puzzled. Before she could provide a retort, Nolan pressed on, "I suggest this because Father never forbade my journey. You are aware of how perceptive he is, correct? He would grasp that my arrival in the Ancient Kingdom of Eron would spell trouble for your engagement. Yet, he chose to overlook it. From that fact alone, I can infer that he tacitly approves of my interference."

A soft chuckle escaped him as he tilted his weight back against the railing.

If anyone truly fathomed that old man, Nolan felt confident he was the one.

As an emperor, what had Ragan not witnessed in his tenure?

His father had surpassed half a century of life; his reservoir of experience was immense.

There was no way he hadn't seen through Nolan’s hidden motives for accompanying her to the Ancient Kingdom of Eron.

Yet, he maintained the facade of ignorance, a clear sign that he supported what Nolan intended to do.

Seira mulled over his reasoning and found it sound. Given her father's keen intellect, it would be baffling if he missed Nolan’s intentions.

Her irritation dissipated, replaced by a wave of relief. She offered a smile and whispered, "Thank you."

Nolan returned the smile with a curt nod.

***

Five days passed...

The vessel carrying Nolan and Seira finally dropped anchor at the port of Trosov, situated along the eastern coastline of the Ancient Kingdom of Eron.

Due to the sheer expanse of the kingdom, Trosov remained the most accessible docking point.

Nolan and Seira disembarked, accompanied by the detachment of guards and servants they had brought from the imperial palace.

Almost immediately, two figures approached and came to a halt before them.

They both bowed. One of the men stated respectfully, "Your Highness the Princess, Your Highness the Prince, I have engaged with the officials within the city of Erandel to secure lodging until the royal family arrives to escort you. Please follow me."

Nolan and Seira exchanged a brief nod and trailed the men.

These officials had been deployed from the palace to foster relations with the Ancient Kingdom of Eron.

Upon hearing of the siblings' arrival, they had acted swiftly to finalize the accommodations.

Short moments later, the two boarded a carriage drawn by horses, departing for the nearby city of Erandel.

...

"Has Seira arrived as yet?"

Aldrian looked up from the documents he had been reviewing, locking eyes with the elderly man standing before him.

The man served as the Grand Master of the Ancient Kingdom of Eron and acted as Aldrian’s personal mentor.

Stroking his beard, he replied with composure, "Not at this time, Your Highness. Have no fear; she shall arrive as promised."

His half-closed eyes opened slightly, showing light blue irises that emitted a mysterious power.

Aldrian exhaled a soft sigh and gave a nod.

"I understand."

"Excellent. Then do finish your tasks as quickly as you can. That way, when word reaches us of Her Highness Seira's arrival, you will be entirely free."

The statement reignited Aldrian’s focus. He nodded once more and buried himself back in his paperwork.

The elder offered a faint, knowing smile at seeing such dedication.

'The chosen one, is he?' he mused silently. 'I never imagined this lad would be recognized by the Void Reaver Disc as the next successor. It is a genuine miracle.'

The Void Reaver Disc acted as a sentient artifact, possessing its own awareness. Only those truly destined could ever hope to wield it.

For centuries, no monarch of the Ancient Kingdom of Eron had managed to earn its favor. Yet, here stood Aldrian, its newly awakened master.

This development heralded the potential restoration of the Ancient Kingdom of Eron's lost glory—a legacy shattered during the reign of the Demon Emperor.

Just as he drifted into thought, a sharp knock disrupted the quiet, followed by a deferential voice from the corridor.

"Pardon my intrusion, Your Highness. A message has arrived from the mayor of Erandel—Princess Seira has reached the city."