Rise of The Anti God

"Your Highness, I heard you once defeated the famous Vanishing Sword Prince within just ten moves. Is that true?" Damien asked Kale with a flattering smile.

Kale, who was busy thinking about why he was feeling uncomfortable since today morning, got distracted by Damien's question.

His lips arched unknowingly, hearing Damien's subtle flattery by giving him an opportunity to show off, and said while beaming, "Of course. That kid is too headstrong, and he couldn't see Mount Gale. He challenged me thinking that he…"

Kale continued to blabber while Damien kept on nodding his head with a smile. He knew Kale indeed defeated the Vanishing Prince, but it was only due to the age difference between them, and even then, it took ten moves for Kale to defeat him.

If anything, Kale should be feeling bad for taking so many moves to defeat someone who was a couple of years younger than him, and Damien was indirectly mocking him, but of course, Kale was too conceited to notice that.

However, the reason Damien even asked for the other two to carry on with their fling.

Through his peripheral vision, Damien was observing Tristen and Farah.

"Hey, sexy, what panties did you put on today?" Tristen asked Farah through mental transmission, making her blush.

But she did not even have to answer as Tristen's hand already slipped inside her clothes through the back and stroked her ass.

Damien smiled, seeing Tristen was able to carry out his orders perfectly, and Farah's idiotic and oblivious husband was right beside them, still going on about how he effortlessly defeated the Vanishing Prince.

There were enough reasons for Kale to be so enthusiastic about bragging since the Vanishing Prince was someone renowned throughout the Rising Sun Continent.

He was also known to be the most eligible bachelor after Arthur Xeton and the most charming, especially when he was fighting with his sword.

His identity as the crown prince was just icing on the cake, and because of how well-mannered and gentlemanly he was, the girls would swoon whenever he just looked at them.

These things were something most men were jealous of, especially Kale. So when he challenged the Vanishing Prince, he knew that guy wouldn't refuse due to his pride and took advantage of that to earn a victory though taking more moves than he expected.

However, Damien felt how pitiful Kale was to have such a horny wife who was willing to get satisfied by other men. His newly-wed wife was getting taken advantage of right beside him, but Kale was too engrossed in bragging about himself that he was missing out.

If Tristen was 'alive', he would have sent a thumbs up along Damien's way for giving him this golden opportunity, but, of course, he would have never made a move on Farah himself due to his inherently cowardly nature.

Valentina, who was sitting beside Damien with an impassive face, could clearly see what was going on between Tristen and Farah.

Even though her expression outwardly didn't change, she was giggling inwardly. Farah saw Valentina staring blatantly at them and felt uncomfortable.

Even though she didn't mind sleeping with someone else other than her husband, she didn't want others to know about it considering her status.

On the outside, everyone saw her as a proud swan that floated in the unreachable skies and could only be admired at. So, how could she let people know her true nature? If common people came to know, then she would lose all face and might receive a blow to her status.

However, she knew Valentina was the Will Protector of Tristen thus knew she wouldn't leak anything but still didn't like it since she felt as if Valentina smirked at her for a moment.

However, seeing Valentina's emotionless look, she wondered if she just imagined it.

Valentina was enjoying the show Damien had put on, feeling it quite funny.

Tristen was getting comfortable as he moved his left arm over her back, and his right hand was feeling all over her smooth belly.

Kale finished bragging and turned towards his right side to see how his wife was doing when his eyes became wider.

He saw Tristen combing his hair with his right hand while his left arm was resting over the seat behind Farah.

Kale continued to stare at the oblivious Tristen suspiciously, thinking that he saw something quite different before or whether it was all just an illusion played by his mind.

However, he didn't like the fact that Tristen's arm was resting right behind Farah, even though he was not touching her.

"Tristen, why are you sitting with your arm laid out like that? Don't you want to sit more comfortably?" Kale asked while his eyes twitched.

Tristen smirked, "What do you mean, first brother? I have never been more comfortable before. Isn't that right, Sister-in-law?"

'This cheeky guy,' Farah inwardly berated, feeling flustered when Tristen suddenly dragged her into this conversation without any warning.

She sighed and looked at Kale with a beautiful smile that seemed to bring out a foolish smile on Kale's face, "My dear, how about we go out this evening for dinner in the Krisen Kingdom? I would like to visit the best one. Do you perhaps know one?"

"Of course, leave it to me, dear. I will make sure you have a memorable time today," Kale proudly said as he patted his chest, forgetting about even Tristen.

Just a smile from his wife was enough to wash away all his worries for now, and this only made Damien and Valentina grin inwardly.

Damien then wondered how many were going to participate in the upcoming competition and how many princes from other empires would be coming as well. He doubted the nobles in the other empires would sit still.

An hour passed when the coachman informed them that they had arrived at the Krisen Kingdom.

They drew up the curtains and through the window they saw that they were riding through a beautiful city with lots and lots of people walking about in such a wide street.

And only that, there were also other aristocratic carriages moving about in the same road, but none could obviously match the grandeur of the carriage Damien, and the others were sitting in.

The city was filled with boisterous activity, especially since today and the coming days were special days for the kingdom.

Many natives of the kingdom were openly staring at the huge carriages passing by while eagerly wondering which all nobles were seated inside and if anyone famous was sitting among them.

The Krisen Kingdom, despite being the strongest kingdom, was quite low-key and never flaunted its power and wealth before, thus not attracting much attention.

Thus, today was a fantastic sight for all the locals of the kingdom. They never got to see such a grand cavalcade proceeding through the royal city, especially ones from other empires as well.

When Damien's carriage drove through the street, he heard the locals exclaiming in amazement,

"Hey, check out the flag of that carriage. It belongs to the imperial family!"

"I wonder which prince is sitting inside. He must be a high-ranked one."

"Of course, they will be here. Still, this only means that they are trying to seek the hand of our goddess as well. Sigh, only if I was a big shot prince."

"Hmph, keep on dreaming and instead take care of your own wife."

"Hey!"

Damien was also amused to see a local procession that was praising the beauty of their princess sky-high so that the others in the traveling carriages would hear it and become even more fascinated.

Soon enough, they reached the Golden Palace, which was the name of the royal palace and was quite big enough to cover at least fifty football fields with many smaller mansions around it.

Damien already learned that they had a separate mansion built for the guests today, and its grandeur was definitely worthy of praise.

As they passed through the gates, Damien saw the carriage of the Lancaster Empire and wondered which prince from the Lancaster Empire had arrived.

He also felt that the Lancaster Empire was proud of their alchemy skills since their empire were experts in using the Fire Element to do many things like forging weapons and, of course, alchemy as well.

Meanwhile, inside the Golden Palace, a young man dressed in magnificent red robes was sitting in one of the guest courtyards of the palace.

His eyes were as sharp as a sword and had heroic charms that could make maidens sing love songs for him, especially seeing the gentle smile on his face.

If one could notice the exquisite flame-like patterns on his robes, they would instantly identify that this handsome young man was from the Lancaster Empire and, more notably the Vanishing Sword Prince, Maxim Lancaster himself, since his looks couldn't be mistaken.

But his sharp yet elegant eyes were gazing at the veiled goddess-like beauty with auburn hair sitting before him.