The Hidden Extra: The Lazy Prince Refuses to Ascend The Throne Chapter 695 Overthrowing Gulvar's Regime (2)

Bang!

Gulvar slammed both fists onto the armrests of his throne, roaring, "How dare you be so insolent, Karakh! Aren't you afraid I'll throw you in prison?"

It was the first time he had ever shown such overwhelming fury.

But Karakh didn't flinch. Wearing a casual smile, he replied, "Go ahead, Father. I'd like to see you try."

"You…" Gulvar gritted his teeth.

"Very well… very well indeed! I don't know where your confidence comes from, but tonight, I'll show you what happens to those who dare defy me!"

He rose to his feet and shouted, "Guards!"

Five soldiers immediately stepped forward from the right side of the throne room. They bowed respectfully and answered, "What are your orders, Your Majesty?"

Gulvar pointed at Karakh and commanded coldly, "Take Prince Karakh away! Throw him into the underground prison so he can learn his lesson!"

Strangely, the soldiers only lowered their heads in silence, showing no intention of moving.

Seeing their reaction, Gulvar's anger flared even hotter. He clenched his fists and bellowed, "Why are you standing there!? Carry out my order at once!"

Still, none of them moved, leaving Gulvar confused and unsettled.

"Hahaha!"

A burst of laughter came from in front of him. Gulvar turned—and saw Karakh laughing openly.

A chill crawled up Gulvar's spine as he demanded, "What is the meaning of this, Karakh!?"

Karakh wiped a tear from the corner of his eye and shook his head.

"Father…" he said with a mocking smile.

"I truly didn't expect you to be this stupid. How did I only realize it now?"

The mockery struck Gulvar like a knife to the heart. He was about to lash out, but Karakh's next words sent a chill crawling down his spine.

"Haven't you realized it all this time? Fine. Then I'll explain."

Karakh stepped forward, lifted his chin, and spread his arms wide.

"Father—no… Gulvar Lyren. From the very beginning, you've been rigid and narrow-minded. You lack vision. Don't you see your own flaws?"

Gulvar stood frozen. But before he could speak, Karakh cut him off.

"You've always believed you're superior. You look down on everyone else." His voice turned cold.

"Frankly, it's disgusting."

Contempt twisted Karakh's expression.

"You're the reason this kingdom can't reclaim the greatness it once had. And yet you place your hopes on Aldrian—an incompetent fool who does nothing but flatter Seira Lorian? Your ambition is laughable, Gulvar Lyren!"

His face flushed with anger as he pointed at Gulvar without the slightest fear.

"Do you even understand how kingdoms rise? They rise because of great leaders!" Karakh's voice thundered.

"But you… you appointed Aldrian as crown prince, stirring resentment among the high officials. You're selfish. You're stubborn. You eliminate anyone who dares oppose you—even when they have the talent to strengthen the kingdom and push it forward!"

He knew the legend of the Void Reaver Disc—an ancient tale of a weapon from the past, said to have been the very reason for the founding of the Ancient Kingdom of Eron.

It was also said that the Void Reaver Disc would one day reappear with a new master, and that person would become the key to the kingdom's future awakening.

Many believed such nonsense. But Karakh didn't.

To him, the kingdom's revival could only be achieved by filling the palace with capable individuals.

Most importantly, a true leader had to be ruthless when necessary, decisive in action, and wise enough to accept advice from others.

Unfortunately, in the eight generations since the fall of the Ancient Kingdom of Eron, not a single king had possessed such vision.

Most of them were naïve and short-sighted, placing their hopes in that so-called prophecy instead.

That was exactly why Karakh wanted to put an end to such foolishness. He wanted to become the kind of king who could elevate the kingdom to heights never before seen in history.

"Karakh!" Gulvar could endure no longer and thundered, "You've gone too far! Insulting the king is punishable by death! Soldiers—arrest him at once!"

But the soldiers didn't move. Their faces remained expressionless, as if Gulvar's command meant nothing to them.

The sight sent a wave of terror through Gulvar's chest.

"Why?" Karakh asked with a playful smile. "Surprised?"

Gulvar turned back to face him. His mouth opened and closed in fear.

"You… what have you done?"

With his hands clasped behind his back, Karakh calmly declared, "Father, your reign is unfit. The people and the noble families alike are weary of your rule. It is time for you to step down."

Following his pronouncement, he cast a subtle nod towards the waiting soldiers.

The soldiers immediately advanced upon Gulvar, who remained frozen before the throne.

A wave of panic washed over Gulvar, causing him to stagger backward several steps.

"W-What do you intend to do!?" he stammered, his voice fraught with fear.

However, his pleas were utterly disregarded by the advancing soldiers. Two men, one on each side, seized him and forcefully removed him from the throne.

"Let me go!" Gulvar roared with all his might, yet their grip remained unyielding.

Under Gulvar's desperate gaze, Karakh strode forward, ascending the steps to the throne.

After a brief appraisal of the royal seat, a faint smile touched his lips.

He then turned, looking down at the pathetic Gulvar before shifting his attention to the assembled ministers.

"Esteemed ministers," Karakh announced with composure, "Effective from this day, I, Karakh Lyren, shall assume my father's mantle as King of the Ancient Kingdom of Eron. I pledge to guide this kingdom into a new and prosperous era!"

Thud!

As he settled onto the throne, the soldiers and ministers promptly fell to their knees.

"Congratulations on your ascension, Your Majesty!"

"Congratulations on your ascension, Your Majesty!"

Their synchronized acclamations reverberated throughout the grand hall.

Gulvar could only watch in stunned disbelief as the scene unfolded before him.

He had once believed that his authority was unshakeable, both in the past eight days and in the present moment. Yet, he was proven profoundly wrong.

His second son, Karakh, had masterfully laid a trap, meticulously orchestrating his complete downfall.

Gulvar had no insight into how his son had achieved this feat. However, one truth was undeniable – he had lost everything.

"What do you think?"

Nolan directed his question to Alina, who stood transfixed.

Gazing through the partially opened throne room doors, Alina's mind was a complete void. Her face had turned ashen, and her breathing was so shallow it was barely perceptible.

"Did... did Brother Karakh truly succeed in deposing Father?"

Her world had fractured, shattering into countless, irretrievable pieces.

Initially, she had refused to accept Nolan's assertions. But now, she understood her error. Nolan had been correct all along.

The mastermind behind this entire upheaval was none other than her second elder brother. Otherwise, how could Karakh have so effortlessly secured the ministers' allegiance?

"Excellent," Nolan remarked, stepping forward. "The moment for my revenge is now ripe."

Alina jolted, her voice laced with desperate urgency, "N-Nolan... what are you planning to do?"

Nolan merely offered a smile, replying with an air of nonchalance, "I am going to make him pay for everything he has inflicted upon me."

Alina could only stare, lost in a daze, at his retreating figure as he entered the throne room.