Novel & Cerita The King's Avatar Manga

Henry says, Archie nods before turning around and walks out of the auditorium. Henry clears his throat before leaning forward closer to the microphone, "It seems as though someone has been spreading rumours about my girlfriend. Let me remind you that I am the King of Crawford, my father may have tolerated it but I certainly won't allow people to disrespect me and my kingdom by making unsubstantiated proof, understood?" "But your highness – "Understood!" he says loudly. Mr Williams jumps and nods, "Yes, your royal highness." "Now, everybody leaves, we will continue this meeting at a later stage," he says and he sits back into his chair.

Hotham asked and looked around. "What do you mean? You didn't see them?" "Who are they, Empaler Aegaeus?" "No, no." And he turned away. "Empaler, here we are," said Filia Matsya. "All right." And they followed into the kingdom hall. "Basileus Kousuke, Empaler Aegaeus is here," said the famulus. "I am coming," replied the king. When Basileus Kousuke came out and saw Empaler Aegaeus was stunned and stared. "Prince Cacao..." he said here.

he said. As we entered the king’s chamber, I saw him lying there, motionless. I approached his bed cautiously, and as my hand brushed his forehead, I could immediately feel the heat radiating off him. He was burning up with a fever. I swallowed hard, my breath catching in my throat. There he was, the man who had killed my family, who had caused so much pain. But here, now, he was nothing more than a broken, vulnerable king. Part of me wanted to end it. To strike while he was weak. But another part of me hesitated. Was this the moment I had been waiting for? Or was I meant to help him, despite everything?

he asked me, grinning. "Thank you, Sunshine," he mocked and turned away. "Now I can finally dethrone that weak king," he said and turned back to me. "Put him back in his room and bandage up the wounds," he spoke to the person behind me and walked away. What have I done? Was Dante in danger because of me?

his voice echoed in both our heads, loud and perfectly clear. ​Suddenly, the King’s physical body just melted. It didn't burn or explode; it simply collapsed into a foul, black sludge. The second he melted, the massive army of corpses around the cage completely stopped fighting. They just fell over like puppets with cut strings, turning back into lifeless dirt and old bones. ​The battlefield went dead silent. The Vanguard just stood there, panting, staring at the empty mud. ​"An avatar," Kaelen realized, his voice dropping into a hollow, horrified whisper. "He wasn't even really here. It was a decoy."

He shifted, his posture losing that rigid, kingly edge, and he slumped back against the workbench, pulling me up to straddle his lap. His armor was gone. I didn't see the King of the Wastes anymore; I saw a man who looked like he’d been dragged through hell and back just to find me. He reached up, his cold fingers cupping my face, his thumb tracing my lower lip with a desperate, shaky precision I’d never seen before.

He could not, and would not, leave a single flank exposed. Because right now, the King was bleeding. His navy suit was gone, replaced by a dark tactical shirt. His steel-blue eyes were dead, devoid of any humanity, staring at the phone in his hand like a man waiting for his own execution. He was ready to burn the entire city to the ground, to wage a war that would drag every syndicate into the abyss, just to find the woman who had stolen his cold, ruthless heart. Suddenly, the encrypted military tablet held by Cain in the front seat let out a violent, high-pitched ping.

Comfortable chairs sat beside a roaring fireplace. The room felt untouched by time. I moved toward my favorite reading corner. Then stopped. A familiar figure sat beside the window. Silas. Of course. The future king was already awake. A stack of documents rested beside him. Several maps covered the table. Political reports. Military briefings. Kingdom business. Yet somehow he still looked calm. Like the weight of an entire nation wasn't sitting on his shoulders. His silver eyes lifted from the papers. The moment he saw me, his expression softened.

Vragenn instantly found himself next to the girl. “You…” the king muttered through his teeth. - Do you even understand what you’re doing? - Certainly! - Ira grinned. The enemy was angry, which means he was sloppy. “I want to make fun of you well before I kill you...” The chosen one attacked the king with hatred.