Imprisoned for a Trillion Years, I Was Worshipped by All Gods!

“Your Highness…”

At the sight of the second prince, the ministers immediately parted to both sides of the grand hall, clearing a wide aisle in respectful silence.

The mana fluctuations emanating from these officials were all at the peak of the Legendary tier. Yet even so, they stepped aside for Charles without hesitation. Such a scene was rarely witnessed in other nations.

Whether in nations ruled by the Church or federations led by the people, strength typically reigned supreme. Even if one were king, encountering someone more powerful usually meant bowing low and treading carefully—lest a wrong word provoke a fatal outcome.

But things were different in the NK Kingdom.

Charles, the crown prince, emitted no discernible mana fluctuations whatsoever. Despite this, the Legendary-tier ministers still regarded him with utmost respect—so much so that their reverence bordered on fear.

Charles ignored the glances cast his way. Without a word, he walked straight to the Iron Throne, where his father lay slumped. After a brief pause, he coldly ordered the attendants, “Summon the royal physicians. Take my father away to rest. I will preside over today’s morning court in his place.”

“Uh? But… Your Highness…”

The servant hesitated, unsure whether to obey. But considering the emperor’s current state, he ultimately complied and left to carry out the prince’s command.

Moments later, several royal physicians hurried into the Palace of Eternal Day. With great care, they placed Neptune III on a stretcher and carried him out.

Shortly afterward, Charles seated himself upon the Iron Throne—his intention made clear.

He scanned the room with icy eyes and let out a faint laugh. “Why so serious? On most days, you all argue with my father until your faces turn red. Why so reserved now that you’re facing me, your crown prince?”

“N-Not at all, Your Highness…”The Minister of Finance spoke nervously. “We were merely concerned for His Majesty’s health…”

“No need for your concern!”

Charles cut him off sharply. “I, his son, know my father’s condition better than anyone. Let’s put that aside for now and talk about something more pressing—like that crimson sword-shaped staff that suddenly appeared.”

“I have some information to report on that matter,” the Prime Minister said, stepping forward gravely.

He took a deep breath and began, “According to reports from our frontline sentries, that crimson sword seemed to have been launched from the Plantagenet Kingdom—eight thousand kilometers away. And… due to certain events, our Sixth Prince—Your Highness’s younger brother—recently had a conflict with a young man from within that kingdom.”

“You mean that useless fool Bob? I thought he managed to get himself killed not long ago?”

“It wasn’t an accident, Your Highness… The truth is, Prince Bob was killed by a young man named Alan.”

“Apparently, Bob saw an opportunity for profit and accepted a bounty issued by Lioncrest Academy. He even approached them in secret, proposing a private partnership.”

“However, during the ensuing operation, Bob was slain by Alan. The news was too shocking to release immediately, so we withheld it from the other princes. His funeral was held in quiet secrecy…”

“Later, we dispatched the Chief Mentor of the Royal Academy and his apprentice—along with several Legendary-tier aides—to the Plantagenet Kingdom to exact revenge. They all perished.”

“After that, your elder brother, Prince Fast, was enraged. He used a space teleportation spell to rush directly to Charlie City. But mere moments after arrival, all communication ceased. The only trace left behind was his emergency rune stone, which lit up for a brief time.”

“Lord Black, who was patrolling the main hall at the time, noticed the mana fluctuations and followed them… but—”

At this point, the Prime Minister’s voice cracked. Tears welled in his eyes.

To lose a prince and a powerful Archmage in such quick succession—such devastation would shake any government to its core.

Yet on the Iron Throne, Charles simply sat there, emotionless, as if the Prime Minister were speaking about someone else’s family, not his own.

After a long silence, Charles finally spoke. “Let me get this straight… Six Legendary-tier assistants, one Royal Mentor and his apprentice, the crown prince, and a high-ranking Archmage…”

“You’re telling me that not only did we fail to exact revenge, but we also lost ten of our nation’s most elite mages in the process?”

The Prime Minister straightened up, stumbling over his words. “Y-Yes, Your Highness. That’s correct. And… it wasn’t just us. Even the hidden black mages—those lurking in the shadows—joined in on the attack. They sent two peak-Legendary enforcers, both of whom also perished in Charlie…”

Charles suddenly slammed the armrest of the throne and barked, “I asked about our losses! Who gives a damn about those rats skulking in the gutters? Their lives mean nothing to me!”

“S-Sorry, Your Highness…”

The Prime Minister immediately lowered his head, shivering with fear.

Among all the princes, Charles was the one the ministers feared the most.

His temperament was cold, and he never forgot a grudge.

Once you landed on his blacklist, you wouldn’t even know how or when death would find you.

Seeing the Prime Minister fall silent, Charles sneered.

“A coward. What a waste to entrust the affairs of the NK Kingdom to someone like you. Guards—strip him of his title. He is never to serve in public office again!”

Thud.

The Prime Minister dropped to his knees with a loud cry. “Your Highness… You can’t do this! I’ve served Britannia for decades. Even if I have no merits, I’ve shed blood and sweat for this nation. You—”

“Spare me the whining!” Charles snapped. “You’ve had your fill over the decades. It’s time for retirement. Guards—drag this eyesore out of my sight!”

Moments later, armored guards stormed into the hall and forcibly carried the Prime Minister away.

The other ministers stood frozen, not daring to utter a word. It was clear to all that Charles was using his father’s illness as an opportunity to purge the court—replacing loyal old hands with his own allies before ascending the throne.

Everyone understood what was happening.

But no one dared speak up.

“Your Highness!”Just then, a young minister stepped forward with a bold expression.

He declared earnestly, “This attempted retaliation has cost our NK Kingdom dearly. The scale of this failure is unmatched even in our kingdom’s darkest records.”

“I believe this matter must be dealt with severely. I suggest a second wave of retaliation—a full-scale mobilization—to hunt down and kill Alan. Only then will the souls of our fallen rest in peace, and our honor be restored.”

“Furthermore, if we allow this murderer to roam free, what will the other nations think of us? What will the Sacred Realm think of Britannia?”

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