Fantasy World: I Can Travel To Cultivation World

Chapter 140 Vera's Death

The sunlight outside the window was bright, streaming in strands and falling onto the orange-yellow teak floor, where it reflected faint halos of light.

Bathed in the warm sunshine, Vera slept soundly on the round table. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, revealing her cute dimples, as if she were lost in a sweet dream.

Yet, this beautiful scene could not warm Asmon's heart.

He had pieced together the truth: behind Savoy's actions was likely Duke Dressrosa.

This ruthless Duke of the North was willing to sacrifice his own daughter to justify an invasion of Silvermoon City. Perhaps, when Duke Dressrosa killed Jupiter Jr., he had already resolved to send Vera to her death.

Asmon now understood why a pioneer knight like him was assigned as Vera's personal guard.

It was probably the Duke's last shred of conscience at work.

After all, Vera was his daughter. They had shared more than a decade together—it was impossible for the Duke to feel nothing for her. Assigning Asmon as her guard might have been his way of ensuring Vera's beloved would accompany her on the final journey of her life.

This also explained the guards' unusual cooperation, creating opportunities for Vera and him to meet alone.

Was this their "final moment" before her death?

Asmon took a deep breath, forcing himself to suppress his anger.

The anger of the weak was useless.

He understood he couldn't take on Duke Dressrosa alone.

He needed allies.

A lonely figure appeared in his mind—Luis Hartmann.

To oppose Duke Dressrosa, he would have to align with the mysterious Hartmann family.

A new plan began to form in his mind, one that improved on his original approach.

"Elsa," Asmon said, his voice steady. "I can help you get your revenge without sacrificing Vera's life. And you don't have to give up yours. Will you work with me?"

Queen Elsa looked at him, her gaze unwavering. "You gave me a new life and a purpose. I will follow your lead."

"Good," Asmon replied. "Here's what we'll do next..."

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Outside the room, Luis, who had been waiting, was on the verge of falling asleep.

The others were also growing restless.

But because of Queen Elsa's earlier warning, none of them dared disturb her.

Some couldn't help but grumble silently to themselves:

It's just a physical test, not some secret ritual. Does it really need this much buildup?

Suddenly—

"Ahhh!!!"

A piercing scream from the bedroom shattered the drowsy atmosphere, jolting everyone awake.

Duke Miller's expression changed instantly. "It's Queen Elsa!" he shouted, bolting toward the bedroom.

The others followed close behind.

When they reached the door, however, they hesitated, unsure whether they should barge in.

"Your Highness!" Duke Miller called urgently. "What happened?"

There was no reply, only Queen Elsa's screams and the unmistakable sounds of a fierce struggle.

Duke Rutte's hand flew to his sword. "Something's gone wrong inside! We have to act!"

Duke Miller gave a sharp nod, and even Prince William, after a moment of hesitation, agreed. "Miss Vera! Your Majesty! We're coming in!"

But just as they were about to storm the room, the door flew open.

Queen Elsa stumbled out, her figure drenched in blood.

"Your Highness!"

Before they could rush to her side, another figure charged out in pursuit—it was Prince Tupe!

But something was terribly wrong.

Prince Tupe, sword in hand, was covered in blood, his eyes blazing scarlet as he relentlessly chased after Queen Elsa.

The sight froze everyone in place.

Luis remained calm, his sharp eyes analyzing the situation, but the others were struck with panic.

Duke Miller felt as though his soul had plummeted into an icy abyss. His voice cracked as he shouted, "Tupe! What are you doing? Stop this madness!"

But Prince Tupe ignored him completely, his gaze locked onto Queen Elsa as he charged forward.

"You're courting death!" Duke Rutte roared, his sword flashing with a blinding aura as he struck at Tupe.

Boom!

The marble floor erupted in a shower of rubble. Shards flew like bullets, pummeling Prince Tupe and leaving his body riddled with bruises.

Rutte's strike, however, was a calculated warning. With his strength as a third-level knight, a serious blow would have ended Prince Tupe instantly.

Seizing the moment, Duke Miller dashed toward Tupe. "Prince Tupe! Stop this madness! Put down your sword!"

His tone held desperation—not just to protect Queen Elsa but also to save Tupe from certain death.

Yet Tupe appeared beyond reason, his mind consumed by rage. Without hesitation, he swung his bloodied sword directly at Duke Miller.

Clang!

Duke Miller blocked the strike, but his heart sank. Something was deeply, horrifyingly wrong.

At that moment, Queen Elsa, having barely escaped, turned around and screamed at the top of her lungs, "Kill him! I order you to kill him!"

Prince William stood frozen in place, utterly bewildered. "Your Majesty, what happened in there? Why is Tupe like this?" he asked, his voice laced with urgency.

"He's gone mad!" Queen Elsa sobbed, her face streaked with blood and tears. "He... he killed Miss Vera!"

Boom!

Her words were like a thunderclap, leaving every half-elf leader present reeling.

Vera... dead?

Killed by Prince Tupe?

If anyone else had said it, they might have dismissed it as an absurd joke. But seeing Queen Elsa, disheveled and bloodied, they knew it was no jest.

Under the bright sunlight, a cold dread settled over them, chilling them to the bone.

It's over.

The Miller family is finished.

The Modiwen family is ruined.

And the Half-Elf Kingdom... doomed.

Duke Miller broke the silence, his anguished roar shaking the air. "Ahhh! I'll kill you, you beast!"

He charged at Prince Tupe, swinging his sword with unrestrained fury, each strike aimed to kill. It seemed as if only Tupe's death could quench the terror and rage burning inside him.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Meanwhile, Duke Rutte raised his steel shield and advanced like an unstoppable rhinoceros.

With a deafening crash, Prince Tupe was struck hard, coughing blood as he was sent flying into the palace wall.

But even that wasn't enough to stop him.

He rose once more, letting out a guttural, inhuman roar. Brandishing his blood-stained sword, he charged toward Queen Elsa again, eyes blazing with madness.

Before anyone could intervene, a swift figure darted behind Prince Tupe.

A flash of steel—

In an instant, Tupe's head was severed, rolling across the marble floor to land near Duke Miller's feet.

Yet, even headless, Tupe's body twitched unnaturally.

Luis, who had made the decisive strike, stepped forward, slamming his boot onto Tupe's chest. Without hesitation, he plunged his sword into Tupe's heart.

Only then did the body go still.

The crowd stood in stunned silence, too shocked to react.

It was only now that they noticed Asmon, standing at the door. He was holding Vera in his arms, her body covered in blood.

Luis turned toward him, his face an expressionless mask. "Asmon... tell me. What happened to her?"

The icy calm in Luis's voice sent a shiver through everyone present.

All eyes turned to Asmon and the bloody Vera in his arms. A suffocating dread crept into their hearts as they braced for the answer.

Asmon did not answer immediately.

Instead, he swept his cold gaze over everyone present, finally resting his eyes on Prince Tupe's lifeless body.

"He killed Vera," Asmon stated, his tone absolute and unyielding.

Luis looked down, his expression darkening. Without hesitation, he raised his sword.

Chi!

The blade slashed again through the already lifeless body of Prince Tupe.

Duke Miller's face twitched, his lips pressing into a thin line, but he said nothing.

The other half-elf nobles averted their gazes, unable to stomach the gruesome sight. At the same time, they all shared the same desperate thought—

Tupe is dead. That should be... enough, right?

Luis knelt down, examining Tupe's body with a sharp, calculating gaze. His features twisted in mild disgust. "This prince wasn't himself. He'd turned into some kind of mindless monster," he muttered.

"Your Excellency Asmon..." Prince William began hesitantly, his voice quivering. He wanted to ask what had happened.

But Asmon didn't give him the chance. Without a word, he turned on his heel, holding Vera's bloodied body close, and strode away.

Duke Rutte stepped closer to Prince William, whispering urgently, "Your Highness, we can't let them leave like this!"

"This... this..." Prince William stammered, his face pale and stricken with panic. He had no idea what to do.

Duke Rutte frowned in disappointment and was about to order the guards to intervene when Luis spoke up.

"Don't disturb them for now," Luis said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "They're lovers, and Asmon needs time. I'll speak with him later. For now, Prince William, go inform your father."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Prince William latched onto the suggestion like a drowning man clutching a lifeline. "I'll inform Father immediately!"

Relieved, he hurried off, leaving Duke Rutte with little choice but to fall silent and step back.

Luis turned his attention to Vera's guards. Their faces were flushed with rage, their eyes burning with the kind of fury that could ignite at any moment. They looked like beasts ready to pounce.

Luis raised a hand, pointing at them. "Gather yourselves. Follow me."

The guards nodded and quickly moved into formation.

"Gather everyone and secure the area around the side hall," Luis ordered. "No one is allowed near her room!"

"Yes, sir!" they responded in unison.

Luis continued, his voice devoid of emotion. "Also, send a messenger back to Winterfall City with this message: Miss Vera was killed by Tupe Miller."

Hearing the news, the guards erupted in rage, their swords drawn.

"Revenge for Miss Vera!" they shouted.

"Revenge!"

"Revenge!"

Luis raised his hand sharply, silencing them. "Of course, there will be revenge! But not like this. With just a few of us, we can't make the half-elves pay the price they truly deserve."

His words carried weight, and the guards calmed slightly, their fiery eyes now focused on him.

"Your mission," Luis continued, "is to return to Duke Dressrosa and deliver this message. Wait for the Northern Army to arrive in Silver moon City. That's when we'll strike."

The guards nodded, their anger tempered by purpose. They dispersed swiftly to carry out his orders.

Luis watched them for a moment, then turned back toward the room, his expression unreadable. With steady strides, he entered.