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Chapter 50 – King of the underground (1)

“Stop!” Kodan shouted.

He realized there was something wrong at the gathering site. Not a few seconds after his yell, the place suddenly shook violently.

Brendel, Medissa and Scarlett’s expressions immediately changed. Thunderous splitting sounds followed as the walls repeatedly cracked until it reached the ceiling. Dust and pebbles quickly rained on their heads.

“Leave this room now!” Brendel’s yell woke everyone up from their shock. He had naturally assumed that the area collapsed because of their fight.

He quickly retreated to one of the exit tunnels, but Scarlett’s urgent voice rang out behind him:

“My lord, watch—”

But before her words were finished, Schafflund’s mine shook again, and a large piece of the ceiling collapsed under the tremors. The light to the room dimmed immediately as the exits were blocked by the falling rocks.

[Fuck!]

It was impossible to dodge the rocks, and Brendel cursed in his mind before everything turned black.

The terrifying vibrations extended all the way to the surface. Perkins who was near the entrance lost his footing and rolled down the steps. He got up unsteadily with a bleeding forehead with much difficulty.

The rumbling sounds did not stop, and he paled as dust fell over his head. He quickly climbed back out and saw a chaotic scene unfolding before his eyes. Many of the workers were down on the ground because they fell over, but even more were fleeing the valley.

[Did an earthquake happen? Is Mother Marsha angry?]

He started to shiver.

============ Princess Gryphine’s POV ===========

There was a scent of bleakness in Vlada’s autumn. Princess Gryphine’s silver eyes glinted as it reflected the moonlight. She stood on the balcony and watched the thick ink-like mist cover the forest’s crowns.

Some of the trees’ leaves had completely fallen.

The sobering cold was a contrast to the warm room. A robust fire was consuming the wood in the fireplace, sending occasional ashes that landed on the bricks outside.

Gryphine was wearing a red robe interlaced with white threads over her nightgown. Although she was barefooted, she was standing on a white fur carpet. Her silver hair rested a little untidily on her shoulders, and she yawned once before turning back into her room.

She threw her robe onto her table, causing several parchments to fly off lightly, and she laughed a little before changing into her formal attire.

Oberbeck would have scolded her for not watching her conduct if he saw her. He was currently busy with the documents on his desk. It had been three days since the knights’ tournaments, and Maynild had delivered the results in person.

She was standing in front of him, wearing a black knight uniform, which contrasted against her exposed hands and neck; many would gladly ogle at her.

They did not speak and time continued to pass.

Finally, the silence was broken when Gryphine ente

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