All Chapters of The Emperor’s False Omega: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ragnar’s POVI should have been working.The reports covering my desk were important. Border disputes, military movements, trade agreements, mana reserve inventories. Normally I would have finished reading them hours ago, but tonight I found myself staring at the same page for several minutes without absorbing a single word.I already knew why.My gaze drifted toward the closed guest chamber door across the room before I looked away again with a frown. The fire burned steadily nearby, casting warm light across the stone walls of my chambers. Outside, the palace had grown quiet. Most of the court had retired for the evening, leaving only guards and servants moving through the halls.Everything should have felt normal.Instead, my thoughts kept returning to Lior.Or whatever had taken his place.Before his arrival, I had read every report available on him. They all described the same person. A weak Omega prince who spent most of his life avoiding attention. Someone ignored by his family

Aziel’s POV The moment Soren and I stepped into Ragnar’s chambers, I knew exactly how the next part of my day was going to unfold.Ragnar was seated behind his desk with several reports spread before him. From the way he looked up the moment the doors opened, I could tell he already suspected something had happened. Unfortunately for me, seeing Soren enter beside me only confirmed whatever fears he had. His gaze moved from the commander to me before narrowing slightly.“What happened?”Straight to the point. Not surprising.I moved toward one of the empty chairs near the fireplace while Soren remained standing. If I was about to be interrogated, I preferred to do it comfortably.“The prince visited the training grounds,” Soren said.Ragnar’s attention immediately settled on me. “You left the palace.”“Technically, I remained within palace grounds,” I replied. “Unless the palace walls have moved since this morning, I don’t believe I actually left anything.”His expression remained com

Ragnar’s POV“What’s the meaning of that?”Lyrielle’s voice echoed through the lecture hall just as everyone began gathering their things.Students were still whispering about what had happened. Scholars were arguing amongst themselves. Even Archmage Valerian looked thoughtful as he reviewed the notes on the crystal board.And at the center of all of it stood Lior.Or whoever was inside Lior’s body.Because there was no longer a single part of me that believed I was looking at the same Omega prince who had arrived at my empire months ago.Lior slowly turned toward Lyrielle. The look on his face was annoyingly innocent.“What exactly are you referring to?”“The lecture.”“Oh. That.”“Yes. That.”People nearby immediately slowed down.Curious.Listening.Lior seemed completely unaware of the attention. Or perhaps he simply didn’t care.“I answered a question.”“You corrected an archmage.”“He was mostly correct.”“Mostly?”“There was a small error.”Lyrielle stared at him.The silence s

Magnus’ POV There were very few things in this world that could still surprise me. After nearly seventy years of life, surprise had become a rare luxury. I had studied beneath legendary mages, advised emperors, survived assassination attempts, and witnessed enough political disasters to fill entire libraries. Most people stopped being interesting after a few conversations. Human nature was predictable. Ambition, greed, fear, pride. Everyone believed they were unique until they were placed under pressure. Then they became exactly what they had always been. That was why Lior bothered me. I sat alone in my study, staring out at the palace gardens through a tall crystal window. Morning sunlight spilled across the room, illuminating the stacks of documents covering my desk. Reports from governors, generals, merchants, and nobles were piled so high that a lesser man might have considered setting them on fire and claiming ignorance. Normally I would have been reviewing them. Instead, my a

Aziel’s POVThe dining hall felt strangely quiet after Magnus left.No one spoke immediately. The servants resumed clearing the table as though nothing unusual had happened, but their movements lacked the confidence they had carried earlier that evening. Every now and then, one of them would glance in my direction before quickly looking away again. I couldn’t blame them. A few minutes ago, the Grand Mage had nearly ordered me dragged beneath the palace for questioning. That wasn’t the sort of dinner conversation people easily forgot.I remained seated for another moment, watching my untouched cup of tea while replaying everything Magnus had said. I had managed to satisfy him, at least for now, but only barely. The old man hadn’t believed everything I told him. He wasn’t foolish enough for that. He simply believed enough of it to decide that forcing the rest out of me tonight would accomplish nothing.For now.That was the dangerous part.Magnus had not abandoned his questions. He had