Fantasy World: I Can Travel To Cultivation World

Chapter 139 Too Much Is Happening

"Tell me, who asked you to do this?" Asmon demanded, his voice cold and focused. He was only concerned with uncovering the mastermind behind the scenes.

Queen Elsa gave a sad smile and didn't answer. Instead, she turned her gaze to the blood rose nearby.

"There... there lies the head of my... true... love..." she murmured weakly.

Asmon's patience waned. "Was it Duke Miller who asked you to do this?" he pressed. "Or was it your own plan?"

But Queen Elsa had already closed her eyes.

"Damn it! Don't die!" Asmon cursed, his frustration evident.

If she died now, how would he explain everything when he left? And more importantly, who was the mastermind behind this bizarre incident?

Who wanted to kill Vera?

Why had Queen Elsa been forced into such a desperate act, trading her life for someone else's?

And who had the power to orchestrate something like this?

Asmon stared at Queen Elsa's unmoving body, his thoughts racing.

Moments later, his expression hardened. His fangs emerged, sharp and gleaming, as he leaned down and bit into her neck.

After a few moments, Asmon withdrew, wiping his mouth. His face looked paler than before.

"Too many anomalies..." he muttered, taking a deep breath in an attempt to steady himself.

Asmon closed his eyes, trying to rest and gather his thoughts, but his instincts flared, forcing him to snap his eyes open.

Dozens of figures had appeared in his room without a sound.

Each of them was clad in black knight armor, their gazes calm and unwavering. Their silent, commanding presence filled the space, making it impossible for Asmon to gauge their strength.

One of the figures, an elderly man standing at the forefront, stepped forward and spoke in a deep, measured tone:

"Fangs... immune to poison... a Blood Slave... I didn't expect the Blood Race, created by the Blood God, to still exist on this Caged Continent."

Asmon's eyes glowed a deep, ominous red as he strained to understand the situation. He focused intently, trying to unravel how these figures had appeared out of thin air and what their true purpose might be.

"Are you the one who planned this assassination?" Asmon asked calmly, his tone betraying no fear.

"No."

The old man's reply was curt and straightforward.

"Then... who are you?"

"We are the Black Cavalry, under the command of the Hartmann Family."

Hearing this, Asmon's eyes narrowed involuntarily. The Hartmann Family... under Luis's command.

"Blood Race, you share some ties with our boss. He will speak with you later. Make the right choice, or else..." the old man warned. He took a few steps back and vanished into thin air, along with the other figures.

Asmon stood still, lowering his head in thought.

He didn't know how much time had passed when a voice broke his concentration.

"Miss Vera, Her Majesty the Queen, are you done?" Prince William called out from outside. Read the latest on empire

Asmon snapped out of his reverie and glanced toward the door. Just as he was considering how to deal with the situation, Queen Elsa stirred awake.

Her eyes fluttered open, confusion evident in her gaze. She had taken the poison beforehand, so how was she still alive?

She turned to Asmon, and an instinct deep within her blood made her feel an overwhelming urge to obey.

"Let him go," Asmon ordered.

Queen Elsa nodded and responded loudly, "Vera and I are drinking tea. Please wait for a while."

Prince William seemed to take her at her word. "Okay! Don't worry. No one will disturb your fun!" he called back cheerfully.

Once the footsteps faded, Queen Elsa turned to Asmon, her voice laced with confusion. "Why... am I not dead?"

Asmon calmly placed the water bag aside and approached her. "Have you heard of the Blood Race?"

Outside the palace:

Prince William relayed Queen Elsa's words.

The old king narrowed his eyes, speaking weakly. "In that case, I will retire to rest. Stay here and inform me of the outcome."

The half-elf nobles nodded in agreement.

Once the old king was helped away by his maid, a timid half-elf slave girl approached the front of the palace, peeking inside hesitantly.

"You! Yes, you—come here!" Duke Miller barked.

The girl approached nervously.

"Whose slave are you? Why are you wandering around? Didn't anyone teach you the rules?"

"Sir, I... I belong to Young Master Luis..." Cathy stammered cautiously.

Duke Miller's face hardened, but the mention of Luis stopped him short.

Prince William recognized Cathy at that moment and nodded. "Yes, she was a gift I gave to Viscount Angele. She's new to the palace and doesn't know the rules yet."

Luis looked at her and frowned, "Get out of here! Stay in your room!"

"Y-yes!" Cathy paled and fled.

Once she was a safe distance away, Cathy paused and glanced back at the queen's quarters, which remained eerily silent. Her face showed a trace of doubt, but she suppressed it and quickened her pace, disappearing down the hallway.

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Inside the room, Asmon glanced at the door before turning his attention back to Queen Elsa.

Although he had been wary of the figures earlier, knowing they belonged to the Hartmann Family eased his concerns slightly.

He had dealings with Luis in the past and could at least trust his character to some degree.

Asmon began questioning Queen Elsa. "Tell me, who asked you to assassinate Vera?"

"Savoy Family,"

"Then what was your purpose?"

"My purpose, was to take revenge on the Modiwen family and the Miller family."

Hearing this, Asmon's eyes narrowed as a thought occurred to him. He gestured toward the bright red blood rose by the window. "Is it because of the head buried there?"

"Yes, the head of my former love is buried there."

Asmon nodded, beginning to piece the story together. He could see the hatred that had consumed her. "Tell me everything,"

Queen Elsa's blue eyes clouded with sadness as she began. "Before I married into the half-elf royal family, I had a true love.

He came from a small noble family in Silvermoon City. When his family fell into poverty, he became a wandering knight. My father took him in, and he became a knight of the Miller family.

But when my father discovered our love, he was furious. How could he allow his daughter to marry a penniless knight?"

Her voice trembled as she continued.

"He drove him away and arranged a marriage for me with someone far more powerful—His Majesty, the Half-Elf King.

I didn't want to marry a man in his seventies. I cried, I protested, I refused to eat or drink. But I never expected my father to go so far..."

Queen Elsa's breathing quickened, her chest heaving as anger flickered in her eyes. "He killed my lover. He sent me his head—his head!—as a warning.

He told me that if I refused to marry into the royal family, he would chop off my head as well."

"Under my father's pressure, I had no choice but to marry the old king. But from that day forward, my heart was consumed with hatred.

To please the king and secure his own power, my father sacrificed his own daughter's happiness, her freedom... her love."

Tears welled in her eyes, but her voice turned cold.

"On my wedding day, I swore to myself that I would make him pay.

I buried my lover's head in a pot of blood roses, letting him stay with me day and night, reminding me of the love I lost—and the vengeance I must have."

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Hearing this, Asmon couldn't help but glance at Queen Elsa.

This woman is truly ruthless! For most people, keeping their lover's head close would lead to endless nightmares.

Queen Elsa continued, her voice steady. "While I was desperately seeking an opportunity for revenge, someone approached me.

He somehow knew my story and offered to help."

"I didn't trust him at first—not until he showed me something."

"What was it?"

"The coat of arms of the House of Savoy," Queen Elsa replied.

"Tell me more about this Savoy."

Queen Elsa patiently explained, "The House of Savoy was once the ruling half-elf royal family. But more than three centuries ago, during a coup, the Modiwen Family ousted them from the throne."

Asmon nodded, finally piecing things together.

Queen Elsa continued, "After seeing the emblem of the House of Savoy, I believed I could trust him. We were both consumed by revenge.

When Miss Vera came to Silver moon City, he returned and urged me to seize the opportunity to kill her."

Asmon quickly deduced the Savoy family's plan and blurted out, "He wants the Modiwen Family to face the wrath of the North!"

"Exactly," Queen Elsa confirmed. "He told me that if Vera were killed in the palace, the Modiwen Family would be utterly destroyed. The same would happen to the Miller Family—they would all burn in the fury of Duke Dressrosa!"

Hearing this, Asmon sneered. "As a descendant of the former half-elf royal family, the House of Savoy, he's planning to use this chaos to rise again—and perhaps even reclaim the throne."

Queen Elsa nodded. "Yes, that was his goal. But at the time, I didn't care. All I wanted was revenge. As for what would happen to Silvermoon City or who would rule it afterward, it didn't matter to me."

Asmon crossed his arms, thinking aloud. "Even if Savoy ascends the throne, he'll just be a puppet. When the Dressrosa Army enters Silver moon City, the real power will belong to..."

He paused, his eyes widening as a sudden realization struck him.

It hit him like a bolt of lightning. He had assumed Savoy was the mastermind behind this assassination plot. But now, another possibility loomed.

"As they say," he muttered, "Those who stand to gain the most are often the ones pulling the strings."

If Vera were truly assassinated, who would benefit the most?

Savoy? Even if he took the throne, he would remain a mere figurehead.

But the one who could truly seize this opportunity to control the Half-Elf Kingdom was—

Duke Dressrosa!