NovelEnglishIn another luxurious mansion in the Inner City, a female spy dressed in black, cloaked in a hood, was reporting the results of her investigation to Nathaniel.
"Your Highness, the Moseys have been particularly active recently and are rallying allies. Many of the eight great families and other influential factions have already allied with them. If left unchecked, they'll pose a serious threat to us," she said, kneeling with her head lowered slightly.
"So the Moseys are backing Matthias, huh? "Nathaniel sat quietly, his expression unreadable.
"The Moseys have grand ambitions. While they claim to support Prince Matthias, they're merely setting him up as a puppet to rise to power and expand their own influence," she revealed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe had been infiltrating the Moseys' mansion for years and had gained a deep understanding of their operations, from the smallest details to the key players.
Though Seamus appeared as a benevolent philanthropist, it was all a façade. Behind closed doors, he was ruthless and would kill without hesitation.
His adopted son once openly disagreed with him on certain matters. Shortly after, the son's entire family was slaughtered by supposed enemies. That was when Anders rose to power.
While it was claimed to be a revenge attack by enemies, her investigation revealed that Seamus secretly controlled a private army to eliminate anyone who opposed him.
"It seems Seamus' ambitions are as strong as ever-he's still scheming to use Matthias to rise to power," Nathaniel said with a sneer.
He continued, “Unfortunately, Matthias is all muscle, but no brain. He doesn't even realize how serious the situation is. He actually believes he's the chosen one and destined to sit on the throne. But in reality, he's nothing more than a pawn." "Your Highness, you've been preparing for this moment. Just say the word, and Seamus won't live to see another night," the female spy said in a low voice.
She had had multiple opportunities to get close to Seamus. With her skills and the help of other spies, assassinating him wouldn't be an issue.
"Assassination is a last resort. Unless we're at the point of mutual destruction, we can't resort to that." He shook his head.
A decapitation strike could seriously weaken the Moseys, it would also draw a savage retaliation from them. Oakvale would descend into chaos and becensnared in an endless cycle of bloodshed.
"Do you have another plan, Your Highness? "the female spy asked.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Matthias is headstrong and unwilling to live in another's shadow. He may lack the wisdom of a ruler, but he has the capability of a general. How do you think he'd react if he discovered that he's just a pawn in Seamus's game?" Nathaniel smiled slyly.
"Do you mean to sow discord and make them distrust each other?" She quickly grasped his intent.
"Exactly!" Nathaniel smirked. "Their alliance is built on mutual interests, but they can never truly be united. Once suspicion takes root, dismantling their alliance will be straightforward." "That is a brilliant strategy, Your Highness.
"The female spy's eyes lit up.
HP to "Oh, and what has Tristan been lately?" Nathaniel asked suddenly.
"Prince Tristan is making every effort to rally support from various factions, but few w have pledged their allegiance. He doesn't pose much of a threat to us."
"Sure, he's got big plans, but he's running out of time." He stroked his chin as if deep in thought: Suddenly, NO agrin spread across his face.
"Arrange a meeting. I wish to pay him a visit." "Understood," the female spy answered before turning to leave.
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