The Hidden Extra: The Lazy Prince Refuses to Ascend The Throne Chapter 690 Arrest After Returning

Three days later…

Two warships, packed with tens of thousands of soldiers from the eastern region, had been in continuous transit.

During this period, Nolan found himself enjoying a life of leisure, with his two beautiful sisters attending to his every need.

The spectacle was a cause for envy among the soldiers, as Seira and Elina were renowned as two of the most beautiful women in the entire empire.

To be treated in such a manner—receiving massages and being fed grapes—was an experience beyond ordinary imagination.

Yet, right before their eyes, Nolan was luxuriating in it all.

Beyond their envy, there was little the soldiers could do; these three days were undoubtedly the most difficult of their lives.

"So, when do we finally arrive?" Nolan inquired, opening his eyes.

"We should be reaching soon," Elina responded, selecting two grapes and gently placing them into his mouth.

Nolan chewed and swallowed, but the act failed to evoke the joy the soldiers had envisioned.

Instead, his expression remained impassive, bordering on boredom.

"Very well."

Nolan slowly got to his feet, stretching his body to alleviate stiffness.

"Let's head out for some fresh air."

Seira and Elina readily agreed. The trio departed from the cabin and emerged onto the deck, where soldiers were diligently engaged in maintaining the ship's course.

"Good afternoon, Your Highness Nolan, Your Highness Seira, and Your Highness Elina," the soldiers greeted them with respectful bows.

The three acknowledged them with slight nods before proceeding to the ship's railing on the left side.

A chill permeated the sea breeze, and the overcast sky completely obscured the sun's rays.

"Look—that's Redhoven Port!"

Elina's voice startled both Nolan and Seira. Following her pointed finger, they observed a vast port teeming with numerous ships.

This was Redhoven Port, situated within the city of Thalora, a territory under the dominion of the Hermes family.

"Thank goodness… We've finally made it," Seira expressed with palpable relief.

She would have been lying if she claimed not to have felt concerned. The preceding days had been consumed by anxieties regarding the threat posed by the Ancient Kingdom of Eron.

The possibility of an ambush during their journey was not remote, an event that would have significantly complicated matters.

Fortunately, no such incident occurred. The turmoil within the royal capital apparently instilled too much fear in the royal family for them to act rashly.

As their vessel drew nearer to Redhoven Port, its arrival and subsequent docking in the special area designated for warships occurred twenty minutes later.

Nolan, Elina, and Seira disembarked from the ship.

"I simply wish to go to sleep immediately," Nolan declared, emitting a languid yawn.

Elina offered a helpless smile. "Is that the extent of your concerns?"

Seira, too, smiled but remained silent, having grown accustomed to his pervasive laziness.

Just as the three anticipated a moment of rest, a stern voice abruptly echoed from ahead.

"Halt! Do not move!"

The trio froze. Turning their gaze forward, they beheld no fewer than twenty soldiers clad in silver armor.

Each soldier menacingly aimed their weapon directly at them.

Elina's brows furrowed, and she inquired with a cold demeanor, "What is the meaning of this? Do you wish to face severe punishment for pointing your weapons at the imperial family?"

Reigar, the apparent leader, stepped forward, his gaze fixed indifferently upon the three.

"My apologies, but this is merely a necessary precaution to prevent any attempts at escape."

He fixed a cold glare upon Nolan before continuing, "Nolan Lorian, you stand accused of violating the imperial palace's regulations. By the authority of His Majesty the Emperor, you are hereby placed under arrest!"

"Under arrest!?" Seira and Elina cried out in unison, disbelief coloring their tones.

The merchants, who had only just disembarked from their own vessels, stood dumbfounded by the sudden proclamation.

However, before they could fully comprehend the unfolding situation, Reigar's subordinates swiftly cordoned off the area, directing all onlookers away.

"Wait, Reigar!"

Darius descended from the ship, accompanied by thousands of soldiers.

He bypassed Nolan, positioning himself directly before Reigar. His imposing stature lent him an intimidating presence.

"What is the meaning of this? Arresting His Highness Nolan? Under whose decree are you acting?"

Reigar's brows knitted in displeasure. He cast a cold, disapproving look at Darius. "This matter does not concern you, Darius. Stand aside."

Darius, however, remained resolute. "This is the eastern region. As the commander-in-chief serving under Duke Austin, I possess the authority to question your orders. I will not permit you to act with impunity."

Reigar held command of the Sixth Division in the imperial capital, whereas Darius led the forces stationed in the eastern region.

Based purely on rank, Darius held a superior position, hence his unyielding stance.

Reigar recognized that persisting in his attempt to apprehend Nolan would only lead to an unfavorable situation for himself.

Reaching into his pocket, he produced an official document, bearing the emperor's seal imprinted in the lower right corner.

"Here is the evidence. You may inspect it at your own discretion," he stated icily.

Darius accepted the document and began to read. Within moments, his face drained of all color.

"This..." he stammered, utterly speechless.

Sensing his drastic shift in demeanor, Elina and Seira exchanged concerned glances.

"Hand it over to me," Elina commanded.

Darius complied, his gaze occasionally drifting towards Nolan with an expression of pity.

Nolan, however, remained remarkably composed, exhibiting no outward signs of distress.

Elina started perusing the document. Her expression became stern, turning icy as she reached the concluding words: "The Arrest of Nolan Lorian."

"It's genuine," Elina declared with a heavy sigh. She then turned to Nolan, her voice a hushed whisper, "Brother, this is an official warrant for your arrest. Father personally issued it."

Seira took the parchment from Elina and read it for herself. Upon verifying its authenticity, her body became rigid, and she looked at Nolan with palpable panic.

"Nolan..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Nolan gently placed a hand on her shoulder, offering a calming reassurance. "It is quite alright. Father surely has his reasons."

He retrieved the document and scanned its contents briefly.

Then, bypassing Darius, he returned it to Reigar.

"I shall accompany you," he stated calmly.

"Brother!"

"Nolan!"

Elina and Seira cried out simultaneously. Despite their pleas, Nolan paid them no mind and gestured for Reigar to proceed.

Reigar released a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. The weight of this assignment had been immense, and from the outset, he had hoped to avoid it.

Yet, what choice did he have?

The Emperor's command was absolute, leaving him no room for refusal.

Fortunately, Nolan's cooperative attitude made the process remarkably smooth.

Reigar produced a pair of ornate, golden handcuffs and offered a formal apology.

"My sincerest apologies, Your Highness."

Nolan offered no resistance, extending his wrists to be secured by the manacles.

With the task completed, Reigar and his contingent of soldiers promptly escorted Nolan away.

Seira bit down on her lower lip, her anxiety evident.

"What are we to do, Elina?" she inquired, her voice trembling.

Elina managed to suppress her own unease, responding with a measured tone. "Do not fret. I shall manage this situation. You must simply endeavor to remain composed, Sister."

Though clearly distressed, Seira understood that her options were limited.

In the end, she could only nod in agreement, entrusting the entire matter to Elina's capable hands.