Fantasy World: I Can Travel To Cultivation World

Chapter 141 Martial Law

After entering his room, he saw the half-elf slave girl that Prince William had sent earlier walking towards him with a shocked look on her face: "Master Luis, Miss Vera...she really..."

Looking at Cathy who was approaching quickly, Luis Said, "Cathy Savoy!"

Cathy was stunned when she heard Colin reveal her true identity.

"Sir... I..." Cathy seemed to want to argue.

Luis didn't even turn his head, but said coldly, "I'm not in the mood to play undercover games with you now! So, you'd better be smart, otherwise, killing you will be like stepping on an ant."

"..." Cathy shrank her head and dared not speak again.

Seeing Luis cold reaction she can confirm that Vera is really dead.

She walked towards a corner and quietly took out a green bamboo joint from her clothes and threw it on the ground.

After a while, the bamboo joint began to burn quietly.

There was no dazzling flame, only faint green smoke, floating endlessly into the air.

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Inside the king's bedroom, a group of half-elf nobles listened to Queen Elsa's story with bated breath.

"…As soon as I told him the results of the physical examination, Prince Tupe went crazy and drew his sword to stab Miss Vera. We didn't even have time to react," Queen Elsa said.

"What were the results of the physical examination?" a half-elf noble suddenly asked.

Queen Elsa didn't answer, her silence heavy with meaning. It was as if she thought the question too foolish to warrant a reply.

Her lack of response made everyone realize the truth—Vera was no longer innocent.

But could Prince Tupe have gone mad simply because of this? Was it enough to drive him to kill her? The thought seemed too unbelievable.

If Queen Elsa hadn't said this herself, and if they hadn't witnessed Prince Tupe's madness with their own eyes, no one would have believed such an absurd story.

And yet, the facts were as strange as they seemed.

"Why did you reveal the results of the physical examination?" Duke Miller suddenly demanded, his tone sharp.

Queen Elsa smiled coldly. "My lord duke, are you suggesting I lie?"

"Why not?" Duke Miller shot back without hesitation, his frustration barely contained.

He never imagined his daughter would betray their family in such a way. Prince Tupe's reaction, however, was entirely incomprehensible to him.

So she wasn't innocent—why draw a sword and attempt to kill her? It made no sense.

As Duke Miller's words hung in the air, no one rebuked him. Many of the half-elf nobles even secretly agreed with him. If Queen Elsa had told a small lie, things might not have spiraled so far out of control.

"Wasn't Knight Asmon present at the time? Couldn't he stop Tupe?" Duke Rutte asked suddenly, his voice tinged with suspicion.

"Tupe poisoned the tea," Queen Elsa said, her tone decisive. "We all became drowsy, and our strength was greatly reduced."

"Didn't you prepare the tea yourself? How could Tupe poison it?"

"How should I know? Besides, the maid prepared the tea, not me!" Elsa snapped.

"So, are you saying Tupe bribed your maid?" another noble asked.

"It's possible," Queen Elsa admitted.

"Then does that mean he poisoned the tea before the results of the examination were revealed?"

"Maybe he guessed what the results would be," Elsa said with a shrug.

"But even so, it doesn't explain why he would try to kill someone," Duke Rutte pressed.

"Haha, you'll have to ask Tupe about that,"

....

"Enough!" the old king roared, interrupting the confrontation between Duke Rutte and Queen Elsa.

His chest heaved violently, as if he was going to pass out in the next second.

"The most urgent thing is to block the news immediately! No one present here may leak what happened today without my permission! Rutte, you must immediately take people to block the city gates, and no one is allowed to enter or leave!"

"Yes." Duke Rutte immediately accepted the order.

But when he looked up, he saw the old king's eyes rolled back and he fainted.

"His Majesty!"

"His Majesty!"

The hall was suddenly in chaos.

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In one of the underground houses, Diego Savoy, a member of the Savoy family, stared blankly at the floor.

A maid stepped forward cautiously and asked, "My lord, do you need a meal?"

Diego waved his hand impatiently, dismissing her without a word.

The maid quickly and quietly retreated, leaving Diego to his restless thoughts.

He began pacing back and forth in the pavilion, his expression growing increasingly anxious as time dragged on.

Just before sunset, a servant rushed into the garden, his face pale with urgency. "My lord! I saw green smoke rising from the palace!"

Diego's eyes widened, and he stepped forward. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, my lord. I swear on my family's honor!" the servant said with conviction.

"Good!" Diego clapped his hands excitedly, his earlier anxiety replaced by a determined gleam. "Send word to Winter City immediately! Move quickly!"

"Yes, my lord!" the servant responded, hurrying off to carry out the order.

At the Half-Elf Palace.

The half-elf nobles had all fled in a panic. Queen Elsa had returned to her chambers to bathe and change, shedding her bloodstained clothing.

In the now-empty palace, only Prince William and the unconscious old king remained.

As the last servant left the room at Prince William's command, the old king, who had appeared to be in a deep coma, suddenly opened his eyes. With surprising vigor, he sat up in bed.

"Your Majesty!" Prince William exclaimed, rushing forward, his face etched with worry. "What should we do now?"

The old king fixed his son with a sharp glare, his voice calm and steady. "Why are you panicking? The greater the crisis, the calmer you must be."

"Y-yes, of course!" Prince William stammered, nodding repeatedly. Yet the fear in his eyes betrayed him.

A flicker of disappointment crossed the old king's face, but there was no time to scold his son for his shortcomings.

He knew all too well—the Half-Elf Kingdom, or more precisely, the Modiwen family, stood at the brink of disaster.

Vera's death in Silvermoon City was a catastrophe for the Modiwen family.

The reasons behind it—whether a conspiracy, a hidden mastermind, or Prince Tupe's sudden madness—no longer mattered.

What mattered now was Duke Dressrosa's inevitable wrath.

And the old king was determined that the Modiwen family would not become the target of that fury.

He needed to act swiftly, to deflect the calamity threatening to destroy his family.

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As for who would take the blame for this disaster, the old king's eyes flashed with a stern determination. He turned to Prince William and gave his orders:

"Listen carefully. There are five things you must do immediately:

First, send someone to keep a close watch on the Miller family. Every single member must be monitored—no exceptions! And arrange for Duke Miller to meet me tomorrow morning.

Second, personally meet with the envoys from the Duke Pros family. Invite them to see me tomorrow morning as well, but under no circumstances are you to mention what happened in the Queen's bedroom.

Third, send someone to seal off the Hyacinth Chamber of Commerce. Yes, the one I asked you to investigate earlier. Take the person in charge into custody.

Fourth, assign people to monitor Hartmann Jr. and his entourage. They are not to leave the palace or communicate with anyone outside.

Fifth…"

The old king spoke too hastily and began coughing, his face reddening.

Prince William quickly grabbed a glass of water and handed it to him. "Father, here."

After a few sips, the old king regained his composure and continued, "Fifth, put the entire city under martial law! No one is to leave Silvermoon City without my direct order—not even carrier pigeons.

Find your uncle and have him arrange for rangers to guard the city walls. Any pigeons attempting to fly out of the city are to be shot down!"

"Yes, Father!" Prince William nodded, his confidence growing as the old king's orders brought a sense of control to the chaos.

As he prepared to leave and execute the commands, a thought struck him. Turning back, he asked hesitantly, "Father, Queen Elsa is also a member of the Miller family. Should we assign someone to keep an eye on her as well?"

The old king's eyes narrowed, and for a moment, he looked ready to reprimand William for such an obvious oversight. But then, something seemed to occur to him. His expression shifted, and he rolled his eyes thoughtfully.

"Go and summon her to see me now,"

"Yes." Prince William didn't dare to say anything more and quickly said goodbye and left.

The palace fell silent, with only the old king's slightly rapid breathing being the only sound.

He just lay on the bed, staring at the crystal magic chandelier on the ceiling and fell into deep thought.

After a moment, a blush suddenly appeared on his cheeks, as if he was thinking of something, but it quickly faded away.

He coughed a few times and murmured, "Duke Saint Hilde...you are so cruel..."