Vile Evil Hides Under The Veil

Three days after the Grad Ball. The royal district. The City of Edin.

This district could be described as a township of various small and monumental palaces. Some palaces belonged to active members of the royal court. Others belonged to royals from the main branch of the royal clan.

There were also a few houses that were grand and luxurious in their own way. They belonged to the various officials active throughout the kingdom. But these houses looked pale and unimportant when compared to the royal residences.

There was a peculiar royal palace at one corner of the royal district. It looked very grand and welcoming at the same time because of its opulent use of embedded elemental stones and multi-functional arrays. And yet, one could subconsciously tell that it was not a residence and one could barge in without an invitation.

After all, this was the residence that housed Edinburgh's crown prince, Rodrick Renar. Therefore, it was protected from every angle by multiple squads of rankers solely tasked with neutralizing any threat in Renar's direction.

Rodrick's royal palace was a grand and imposing structure constructed with marble and elemental stones. It was designed to be a fitting residence for the crown prince. From the moment visitors approached the palace, they were greeted with its grandeur. The palace stood tall and proud, commanding the attention of all those who saw it.

Everything about the palace's architecture has been carefully selected to create a stunning and lasting impression. The exterior of the palace was adorned with intricate carvings and decorative features that reflected the palace's beauty and grandeur. The interior was equally stunning, with beautifully crafted marble floors and walls complemented by ornate and lavish furnishings.

One of the most impressive features of the Royal Palace was the grand hall that served Crown Prince Rodrick Renar to discuss matters with his subordinates. The audience hall was expansive, with high ceilings, and adorned with exquisite chandeliers that sparkled and shone like stars. The walls had been lined with tapestries and paintings that depicted Edinburgh's history, and the furniture had been crafted from the finest materials to provide both comfort and elegance.

As visitors entered the grand hall, they were greeted by a sense of awe and reverence. The hall was designed to be both welcoming and imposing, with a sense of authority that commands respect. The atmosphere was one of sophistication and luxury, with the finest details carefully considered to create an unforgettable experience for those who entered.

The crown prince's palace had a visitor today. This visitor was treated with respect and led in immediately. After all, the visitor had a bona fide title and was treated as a close friend by the crown prince himself.

Eren was seated on a chair in the middle of the hall. There was another royal-looking chair placed in front of him. It was placed on a platform slightly elevated from the ground.

There was nobody in the waiting audience hall with Eren. But the latter had already played this game before. So he just asked with an annoyed face, knowing someone would answer soon.

"I'm sorry for my impatience, but how long will he take? If it's too much trouble, I'll reschedule the meeting for some other time."

Eren's voice was a perfect mix of annoyance and seriousness. After all, he had many things to do before leaving the capital city. He couldn't spend hours waiting for Rodrick even if he understood what Rodrick's position as the crown prince entailed.

"We are sorry for the trouble caused, Sir Grimdawn." An unknown male voice answered Eren. "His Highness will…"

"He is here," said another female voice, interrupting the first voice. Eren turned around to see Rodrick walking into the audience hall alone.

"There's no need to stay here. Let me and Grimdawn talk in peace. Ensure that we are not troubled by another entity."

Rodrick commanded his retainers to give him privacy. Since Eren was here, he knew the talk would be focused on sensitive topics. At this point, Rodrick knew Eren well enough. Eren wouldn't bother him unless he really needed something from him. Something he couldn't buy with money.

"As you wish, Prince Rodrick," the female voice spoke before seemingly disappearing from her position. Eren suddenly felt like a bunch of people had stopped looking at him from an unknown angle.

Rodrick pulled out his royal chair and placed it in front of Eren, an arm's distance away. It was a sign that he was meeting Eren as his friend and not as a crown prince.

"Haha. You bastard, you finally found some time to meet me. I tried to contact you for three days. What the fuck were you doing?"

Rodrick patted Eren's back enthusiastically. Eren chuckled before responding.

"Keke. You will know what I have been through these three days once you get your royal harem."

Eren breathed deeply as he remembered the three days of debauchery he had indulged in with Levine, Sylphie, Dianna, Altashia, and Nysa. Nina was busy with her own affairs regarding some ranking resources she was trying to procure from the capital city. And Eren was yet to make a move on Marla, Almera, and Jiana.

Rodrick laughed hearing Eren's answer. He was sure that he could never be as promiscuous as Eren even if he had a royal harem. But not every assumption needs to be corrected. Sometimes, it is okay to be misunderstood.

Eren and Rodrick talked about random things casually. They discussed the upcoming projects the city of White Raven was about to undertake. Rodrick had a special connection to Eren's city. It served as his shelter when he was targeted from all sides. So it was only natural that the new crown prince would have some soft spot for his friend's place.

Eren's face turned serious after the initial conversation was over. His voice turned stoic as he spoke his next words.

"Rodrick, I need something from you. And I hope you won't say no to me."