The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra-Chapter 221: Game One (1)

From the beginning, their only plan was to secure Princess Coreen and nothing else. Spade knew that it was not yet time to go head-on against the organization.

He never hoped that the elite team he deployed would miraculously capture the Marquis at once with his wife; the chances of that happening were not even zero percent.

Spade was aware that there was no way the Marquis would not sense the shift in the air in the capital with his intuition and might make countermeasures for himself. However, he still miscalculated this time. Knowing that they could escape at any moment, he already made preparations beforehand, and some of his forces were deployed earlier on to encircle the possible routes of escape and not far from the Ford Mansion.

He should’ve known; his opponent was in no way simple. The moment he smelled trouble, he had already disappeared like smoke, leaving blood in his path.

"I..." Levin deflatedly sat on the couch, rubbing his face fiercely in an aggrieved manner. "I should have dragged my mom then." His tone was filled with regret. There was always a consequence to his mind being a mess after the emotion had gone down.

Because he broke down after knowing the truth, he only thought of his well-being! Levin’s teeth clenched, anger for himself and his father.

Arren clasped his hands in front of him, leaning against Spade’s table. He pursed his lips and lowered his head. He didn’t know what to say. His heartbeat was already rising, and he was only controlling himself. Hearing their conversation, he already confirmed his guess.

Marquis Ford, Levin’s father, was the organization’s leader! Playing with his fingers and biting his lips, Arren was too shocked, even though he sort of anticipated it. How did it all come to this?

He couldn’t even sympathize with Levin because he was too preoccupied with his thoughts. Amidst his shock, he tried to remember Marquis Ford’s face, and as he was about to do so, a comforting hand rested on his shoulders, stopping his thoughts.

Unknowingly, Arren had already fallen silent, and his face was so pale that he appeared to forget to breathe. Only after lifting his head and making eye contact with Spade did he exhale and catch his breath.

"How are you feeling?" Spade asked, concerned. "You can rest if you want to," he added, his gaze focused on Arren and observing him, eyes filled with worry.

Looking into those eyes, the way Arren clasped his hand loosened slightly. He shook his head and managed a small smile to appear on his lips. "I’m fine." His eyes glanced at Levin, who was now almost out of it again, looking downward and clenching his hands. "You can talk with Levin."

He didn’t want to make the situation to eb about himself. At this moment, Spade should be more focused on the operation instead. There would be a lot of people who would lose their lives if something went wrong a long the way.

Spade stared at him for longer to confirm that he was fine, and Arren smiled and reached out to grab Spade’s hand to give him further assurance.

Only when he was sure that Spade proceeded to talk with Levin. He didn’t think it was selfish or insensitive to look after his omega first; for him, Arren was far more important than anything else.

"It’s also my fault." Spade spoke in a solemn tone, blaming himself. "I still underestimated how the Marquis would react to my plans and didn’t factor in my aunt’s value to him."

Actually, at first, it made sense that Spade didn’t consider it. Aside from the fact that he still couldn’t read the leader’s action and was haywired in his thinking, he only thought that his aunt was only a piece for him that he could disregard when troubles arise.

However, given that the Marquis brought his aunt along, he still valued their marriage. Hopefully, it wasn’t because... His aunt still had something he could exploit. Deep inside, Spade was more inclined to the possibility of the latter.

"It comes to a dead end." He paused, narrowing his eyes, refusing to be fooled a second time. "The capital is now on high alert; it’s still hard for them to leave that easily." Spade’s tone held some aggressiveness and called the alpha’s name, who already looked up to him and showed a stance whenever Spade was about to order him something almost instinctively.

"Levin," he called, in the tone of a monarch. At this moment, they were back to their relationship as a moacrh and his chief guard, given the situation.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Despite being down and on the verge of another bout of self-blame and guilt, his tone still carried anticipation.

"Meet with the forces outside of your mansion and search for any possible trails of your parents in the capital. I don’t believe they can dissappear like that on my turf."

Spade was confident that the Marquis and his forces might fool the forces stationed outside of the mansion for some reason; it would be harder to fool so many eyes at once after that. They needed to be cautious if they wanted to leave the capital. Neither wanted to escalate the war as soon as it had barely started.

Levin antipated this order, averted his eyes and acknowledged the order with a salute. He was aware that choosing Spade’s side meant going against his parents; he was ready for it, but he still couldn’t help but get anxious. He would never know if his mentality could keep up with him when he was already facing his parents.

At this, Spade was understanding; he wouldn’t force Levin too much and would let him adjust. He wasn’t a cruel monarch.

Arren only listened, his head still lowered, and he did not say anything the whole time. With conversations like these, reality would wash over him and make him feel like all of this was really happening.

War, barely even starting, already leaves corpses behind. He swallowed the lump in his throat. Arren was never fond of violence. It even reminded him of that time when he was almost kidnapped and the corpses of the royal guards and their enemies were on the ground. The stench of blood and charred skin assaulted his nose, giving him a traumatic experience no matter how strong his will was.

"What about the families of the servants?" Arren suddenly blurted out without thinking, too caught up with his thoughts that he couldn’t hold himself back. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

He only realized that he had voiced it out loud when the room went silent and he raised his head, seeing that the two were already looking at him. Arren’s eyes widened slightly, stunned. However, he wasn’t really embarrassed. It was his deepest thought; he was truly concerned for the families of the people who died. They were the most innocents in this mess, but their lives were lost just because they were the servants of the family.

"I already told them to inform the families, and..." he paused, suddenly unable to continue. Spade was about to say that the families would be compensated accordingly. He realized that money alone wasn’t enough; not every time, money was the answer.

He sighed and held Arren’s hand, consoling him. "I’ll talk to the families personally and let them know what happened."

Spade’s eyes then flickered; he knew that the death count would only rise in the following days and even weeks or months. That was the cruel reality of war. He didn’t want it, but there was no option left; it was either wait for them to be killed powerlessly by the ambition goals of the opponents or fight fiercely until the end. These were all inevitable since the organization was founded for its ambitious goals.

Arren was aware it was ahr for Spade too. His heart was heavy, but ultimately he didn’t respond. The silence befell the room; their moods were shrouded by the chaos.

They remained like that, when suddenly there was a commotion outside of the room. Amid his heavy heart, his brow lifted up and he frowned while looking at the door. Who would dare act brazenly outside the Emperor’s study in the palace unless they already wanted to die?

Levin also frowned and knitted his brows. Only Spade remained calm on the surface and waited for the door to open to reveal who was outside.

The door opened, and the first thing Arren noticed was Serrien, his voice respectful but stopping someone. Until his gaze landed on the person in the middle, someone held his arm. Arren didn’t know if it was for supporting him or stopping him.

Empress LIviera... Arren muttered in his mind. Most of the time, he would already greet him when he saw him in the palace. He always admitted that he was still scared of the Empress even to this day, and now seeing his cold, piercing expression, Arren has already bit his tongue, stopping him from saying anything in fear he would get his attention.

There were a total of five people that entered, encircling the Empress, but no one really held him back aside from his personal attendant, who was also his trusted cousin.

"You all dare stop me?" he shouted, furious beyond compare. He had a genuine lower pitch natural tone of voice but when he shouted, it was still loud.

"Stop and let him." Spade spoke this time, staring at the Empress. Serrien and the other two stopped at once and stood at the side hesitantly.

Empress Liviera now looked up and stared at Spade, making eye contact with him through his darkened amber pupils. Arren seemed to see the tension in the air materialized between them.

"Royal Mother, what’s happen—" Spade had yet to finished when a crisped of sound from slapping of skin sounded in the room, his head whipped at the side and his left cheek reddened instantly as blood dripped from the corner of his lips, indicating how Empress Liviera used so much force he could muster with that slap.

Empress Liviera just slapped Spade in front of everyone’s dumbfounded expression.