The Hidden Extra: The Lazy Prince Refuses to Ascend The Throne Chapter 638 Meliodas’ Hidden Grudge

"Am I going to die?"

Elsa's mind echoed with that single desperate question. The suffocating wave of murderous aura nearby left her body locked in terror.

Right when she believed her life was over, Nolan flashed forward at blinding speed.

In an instant, he materialized behind her and drove his palm into the attacker poised to slice her throat.

The assailant stiffened, utterly caught off guard by the sudden intervention.

Reaction was impossible. Nolan had already smashed the man's head against the ground with savage power.

His skull shattered on impact, brains splattering everywhere.

Luckily, an unseen shield enveloped Nolan, keeping every bit of blood away from him.

Shaking in fright, Elsa waited for agony that never arrived, then shock surged through her as she whipped her head around wildly.

"Nolan? Are you there?" she cried out, voice quivering.

"I'm here," Nolan answered calmly from right next to her.

She grabbed his left hand tightly, releasing a long, trembling breath.

"Thank goodness… I thought I was done for. I guess it was just my fear."

Nolan rolled his eyes in exasperation. Without his quick move, she'd be a corpse already.

Still, boasting about it held no appeal for him. No need—and he preferred keeping his abilities under wraps.

"Let's go."

Saying nothing more, he tugged Elsa out of the hall.

Agonized shrieks, frantic cries, and raw terror reverberated from all sides of the chamber.

Fear gripped Elsa harder, making her clutch Nolan even tighter.

Abruptly, a thunderous blast rocked them from behind, unleashing a colossal fireball.

She spun around on reflex—color fled her face in horror.

Flames devoured Alina's birthday cake, but the true horror lay in the strewn corpses of men and women nearby.

Lifeless forms sprawled everywhere, heads hacked clean off.

"Ugh…" Nausea hit Elsa hard, vomit rising, yet Nolan clamped his hand over her mouth swiftly.

"Don't vomit here. Otherwise, you'll leave a trail for those killers," Nolan cautioned in an icy tone.

Terror deepened for Elsa; she swallowed down the bile, obeying without question as they fled onward.

Nolan shot a backward glance, eyes like frost.

'Meliodas, I truly underestimated you…'

He'd anticipated the uproar from this mayhem, yet the carnage still stunned him a bit.

Countless innocents lay slaughtered without mercy.

Driven by his lust for power, Meliodas unleashed pure savagery. Should he claim the throne, Nolan foresaw ruin descending on the Ancient Kingdom of Eron.

On they dashed, vanishing into the shadows.

***

"Everything has been carried out perfectly, Your Highness."

Deep respect marked the servant's bow to the striking young man.

None other than Meliodas, the third prince and architect of the hall's bloody turmoil.

A smile curved Meliodas's lips as he stared out from the palace.

"Thank you for your help, Arkash. I will reward you greatly later."

Appreciation gleamed in his eyes as he faced the servant.

Look closer, and Arkash bore a striking likeness to the hall's earlier party host.

Arkash lifted his gaze with a sly grin.

"You're welcome, Your Highness. Helping you is my duty."

Satisfied, Meliodas nodded before inquiring, "Have the guards and servants been knocked unconscious?"

Rising steadily, Arkash affirmed with assurance, "Yes, Your Highness. For the next two hours, no external aid will arrive. We've sealed the palace tight. Unless we allow it, entry remains impossible."

Meliodas's grin broadened at those words, thrilled by Arkash's flawless setup.

The steep cost had proven more than justified.

"In that case, proceed with the second plan," he commanded icily. "I want Aldrian dead right now!"

Killing intent blazed in his eyes. This bloodbath stemmed partly from Aldrian's meddling.

The throne was rightfully his—no doubt about it.

He'd locked in backing from ministers and noble houses alike.

Shockingly, his father bypassed him to name Aldrian crown prince, skipping any family council.

Rage boiled in Meliodas; he openly challenged Gulvar's choice.

Worst of all, Gulvar dismissed him with, "I am the King, and all my decisions are final."

Those words stabbed deep. He'd trusted his father's fairness once.

That trust shattered as illusion. Courting nobles and officials had been futile from the start.

Left with no option, he embraced ruthless tactics. Innocents perished, but remorse never touched him.

Victory as the next king made every loss trivial—essential, even.

"I understand. Don't worry, Your Highness. The assassins have followed Prince Aldrian and Princess Seira. But there's something I want to ask. Is Princess Seira…"

Meliodas halted him with a raised hand, voice flat: "Kill her—don't let her live. Aldrian loves her deeply, doesn't he? Let the couple go to the afterlife together."

Fears of angering the Great Velmora Empire didn't faze him.

Tensions had long simmered between the Ancient Kingdom of Eron and the Great Velmora Empire. Velmora's dominance bred envy among Eron's rulers.

Once, Eron rivaled Velmora in might and expanse. But the Demon Emperor's ascent a millennium ago crushed its splendor, weakening it severely.

Thus, his father favored the Holy Empire of Valtanir over mighty Velmora.

Arkash held his tongue, bowing low again before exiting the chamber.

Meliodas drew in a deep breath, exhaling slowly. He approached the window, eyes on the starry night.

"Aldrian, don't blame me for being cruel. It's your fault for taking what was mine."

A subtle smirk played on his lips, savoring visions of Aldrian's doom.

Unbeknownst to him, dragging Seira into his scheme would plunge him into unimaginable depths of despair.