Fated to My Brother in-law, The Lycan King のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 231 - チャプター 240

***The carriage rattled along the dark, winding roads that led toward the Lycan Kingdom. Outside, the dense forests of Kuragari pressed in on both sides, mist curling like living fingers around the wheels. Inside, the space was tight, confined—a single chamber meant for three travelers.Rowan leaned back against the polished wood, the leather straps of the carriage creaking under his weight. His gaze was on Edyrm, who sat across from him, calm and unreadable as always. Vulwin occupied the seat nearest the door, posture stiff, hands resting on his knees as though ready to spring into action at a moment’s notice.Rowan smiled faintly, letting his eyes linger on Edyrm. There was an unspoken tension here, one he had been cultivating deliberately.“Edyrm,” he said softly, voice low, “come closer.”Edyrm’s eyes flicked toward him, narrowing slightly. “Rowan—”“No,” Rowan interrupted, cutting him off with the precision of someone used to being obeyed. “Now.”Edyrm hesitated for a fraction o

Dark Elf KingdomThe Dark Elf King sat in his throne room, the obsidian stone cold beneath his hands as he leaned forward, reading the letter again. The script was precise, curling across the page like serpents, each word dripping with the unmistakable venom that was Grace’s signature.“Your Majesty,” the letter began, “I require your assistance. The boy the Lycan King favors is in need of guidance. You know the one. I will not waste words. Help me control him before the situation spirals beyond repair. Your intervention is imperative.”The King’s dark eyes narrowed as he set the parchment on the armrest beside him. He could feel the weight of the words, the thinly veiled demands, the subtle arrogance Grace always wielded. It was audacious, but not unexpected.“Another message from her?” he asked, his voice low and controlled, echoing slightly in the vaulted hall.His advisor, a lithe elf with silver hair tied back tightly, stepped forward. “Yes, Your Majesty,” the elf replied, bowin

The carriage had slowed to a stop on a rise overlooking the forest, its wheels half-buried in the soft earth. Rowan stepped down, boots sinking slightly into the moss-covered ground. The mist hung low, curling around the roots of trees like living serpents. He paused, scanning the surrounding canopy for movement, for anything that might indicate danger, but the forest remained eerily still.He turned toward Edyrm, who had stepped lightly from the carriage, hands folded behind his back, posture rigid but calm. Vulwin lingered just a step behind, eyes flicking between Rowan and the misted treeline.“What did you know about it?” Rowan asked, voice low and precise, pointing toward the clearing ahead where he had seen the statue of Reine earlier. His tone was deliberate, but his eyes betrayed the curiosity and tension that had built up over the hours of travel.Edyrm’s lips pressed into a thin line. He studied the clearing for a long moment before answering, his voice carefully measured. “

Luke sat stiffly in the council’s private chambers, the polished stone cold beneath his palms as he leaned forward, jaw tight. Yvonne stood beside him, her posture as straight and unyielding as ever, though her eyes betrayed her concern. The candlelight flickered between them, shadows stretching along the walls, casting their tense silhouettes across the floor.“I’ve already tried everything I know,” Luke said, voice low but edged with frustration. “The witches we sent before… even with their combined power, the barrier hasn’t budged. It’s still as strong as ever.”Yvonne crossed her arms, tapping a finger against her forearm. “Then we escalate,” she said firmly. “You told me about the location—where they’re being held. We have another set of witches we can call on. Skilled ones. Perhaps their combined energy will be enough to weaken it.”Luke exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t even know if it’s that simple. The barrier wasn’t ordinary. It’s… precise, controlle

Cassandra moved quickly through the winding corridors of the Dark Elf Kingdom’s palace, her footsteps silent against the obsidian floors. The moonstone necklace glinted faintly against her chest, a subtle pulse of energy that reminded her of the power now in her possession. But even more than the stone, she carried Rowan’s determination with her, the fire of someone unwilling to leave her behind.As she approached the central courtyard, whispers of movement reached her ears. Servants spoke in hushed tones about two names that had ignited panic among the palace staff: Lucian and Elias. Word had spread that the Lycan King’s Luna and his chosen had been taken, locked away in some hidden space within the temple’s influence. Cassandra’s heart beat faster. Every instinct in her screamed that she needed to see them, to do something.Without hesitation, she left the main halls and followed the maze of hidden passages that led toward the palace’s more secretive sectors. She knew the general lo