The Titan Empire: The Game of Power

Volume 2, Chapter 10

The golden tent was embellished with knitted fringe, and the sunlight fell slowly through the translucent silk tassels onto the floor of the room. The dust in the air was infected with the sun's charms, and they danced in the light like fish swimming in a river of light.

The large bedroom seemed to be missing some furniture, which was deliberately laid out by His Royal Highness Prince Osnee of the Titan Empire; look around the room and you couldn't find a single spot that could be used for concealment. Despite the Prince's penchant for comfortable furniture, in places like the dining room, bedroom, and study, His Royal Highness's layout was very strategic, as he had made a statistic for his assassin teacher as to which of the aforementioned rooms were the most desirable places for a hit to occur.

The young Prince's bedroom was in disarray at the moment. Of course these things were invisible to outsiders. Even the maid who entered the room early in the morning to tidy it up did not dare to look at it more than a few times.

His Highness's bed was very large, perhaps because the impression of that Borsis Tea Room's arrangement on the youngster had not yet faded, His Highness personally chose the materials to modify the large bed, and the bed curtains that were the same color as the curtains tightly obscured the view from within.

Oscar wasn't quite sure how he ended up in a piece with a wonderful young girl, but Oscar didn't care, so he had forgotten some of the details of what happened last night.

The girl sleeping beside him was beautiful, the kind of beauty that wasn't outstanding, but the youthfulness that flared from it was enough to take your breath away for a while. The girl's breathing ebbed and flowed, she was so tired, so tired that even sleep was frowned upon. But the slightly raised corners of her mouth still gave away something about her heart.

Oscar wasn't a casual boy, not to mention his status and position didn't allow him to get involved indiscriminately, but faced with an invitation from a beautiful girl, I believe any normal boy wouldn't do anything to kill the scenery, so everything happened naturally.

Fenral. Miss Donat had long since passed the age of a little girl, she wouldn't have thought she was in love with His Royal Highness, and likewise, His Royal Highness' tenderness towards her didn't mean anything, she had lived in Domolga for as long as she could remember, and both she and the young man were incredibly aware of what survival really meant. Therefore, Fenral saw her invitation to the Prince's Highness to share in her passionate

practice as a way to survive, a way to be able to obtain a better existence.

Nonetheless, the teenage girl turned into a young woman, Fenral was still full of gratitude for the Prince's thoughtfulness and tenderness, it felt like ...... like being loved, truly loved, but soon Miss Fenral began to chide herself, it was a thought only for idiots, she had heard too many rumors about Big Brother Tempest in Domolga, she never thought that a fellow like that knew how to love.

But it had nothing to do with herself, Fenral. Miss Donat muttered again in her mind that the only purpose of this was to make herself feel better; after all, Brother Scales had given her the noblest and most valuable weight of all - freedom. She pulled the velvet blanket tighter, and then she caught a blushing scent, the scent of merriment, and at the same time, Miss Fenral decided that it agreed with the scent of freedom.

Oscar woke up, he twisted his head to look at the girl beside him, and then kissed her, the teenager's favorite spot for females. The girl was very slightly bruised and purple, it looked like she had worked herself pretty hard last night, His Royal Highness thought so with some self-deprecation.

His Highness the Prince's bathroom and the bathroom are connected together, the whole space is surprisingly large, all the sanitary ware is the handiwork of famous designers, the handrails encrusted with gold lacquer and the black marble tiles make the whole bathroom full of noble atmosphere, all kinds of small items do not show their preciousness.

Unscrewing the faucet, real hot spring water gushed out, but the steaming water vapor did not make the young prince feel hot, but instead made him feel cold. The youngster stared at the churning water splash a bit out of his mind, as if he was lost in a void of air.

Naturally, the first thing Oscar did when he got up was to go to the bathroom, but really, the only place the teenager had any complaints about was the bathroom, where there was a barred window for ventilation, and where the cold air coming down from Mount Anubis poured into the cell, and the teenager usually felt pain when he went from the cell with the fireplace to the bathroom to take a pee. But come on, will you? This is Domolga! Did you know about Domolga? It's a place full of death and all kinds of dirty things.

The teenager fumed in the cold bathroom as he thought of the little girl he had met yesterday at the hard labor camp, a girl probably as old as he was. The boy was a little confused as the situation was a little unreal, he saw her and she saw him, he was one of the few characters in Domolga Prison that could not be messed with, she was a very ordinary child p********e in Domolga Prison. He had in his arms the goose leg left over from the supper he had conducted with the warden, and he was escorted by a couple of guards; her thin little body had just been draped in a tattered cotton coat, for which her mother had negotiated a price with the tall fellow in consideration of the winter coat.

Oscar hadn't had nightmares for a long time, but he had dreamed about the little girl last night; the look the girl had given him had seemed to contain so much, but Oscar remembered that the girl's gaze hadn't even rippled. The nightmare was bizarre, the boy and the girl watched intently as a backstory dismembered a human body in a cold bathroom. There was no blood running, because it was so cold that blood quickly froze when it met the air. They watched intently, not even blinking. Their ears were filled with the sound of a blade cutting through already cold, crushed flesh.

"It shouldn't be like this ...... It shouldn't be like this ......" Oscar held his head and crouched on the ground in pain.

You wouldn't believe it, the heavily guarded inner fortress of Domolga would have a place like this. The snow had been cleared away by the guards, and the tiny garden revealed its unusually shabby view. A crooked sycamore traced simple lines, and an Italianate gazebo looked extremely amusing on a crisp winter day. Then there were the shallow flower beds along the path, now piled high with snow, thought one would rather believe they were trenches or something else.

In fact, in the summer it would have been no less secluded and verdant, but it was winter now, and a cold front from the sublime mountains of Anubis had robbed it of all vitality.

The bastions and barred windows that stood around the perimeter of this garden, the verdigris bricks revealing the characteristic glare of winter, and the slogans of the guards echoing through the garden into the high, patio-like walls of the courtyard. No one should like a place like this, but for the bigwigs incarcerated in Domolga, it was the only diversion during the weekly release time. So there was really nothing to be picky about.

Carla. The Duke of Silva and his young lodger were strolling through the deadly gardens at the moment, the old Duke was still in good health, the years of imprisonment hadn't taken much of a toll on him, or at least that's what he thought of himself.

The Duke of Silva had been the most famous exponent of the Enloid school of his time, and his editorials and writings were highly esteemed in the theosophical world of the Western Continent, but it was clear that he was not a brilliant politician, for a brilliant politician would not have sent himself to Domolga Prison.

Oscar walked slowly behind his landlord and teacher, the boy's good learning was a great relief to the old gentleman, the former Minister of State teaching the teenager reading and writing by hand. Oscar was no stranger to those words, he remembered his beautiful mother instructing him in the same way, and right at the end of her life she had not forgotten to ask her young son to recite a Theosophical homily.

But Kara. The Duke of Silva did not teach his child the things of religion, and although the Duke had once earned a high rank in the Illuminati, he was an atheist by nature, and it was not known how he had passed the examination of the Holy See at that time.

Oscar was thinking, in the morning, he expected the respected master teacher to give him an answer to a question, but apparently the little fat boy didn't quite understand the answer the old Duke gave him.

"Why is it like this? Why is the world the way it is?"

"The collision between morality and worldliness is always going on; is the world supposed to be like this? No, but how did it become so? The answer is that any explanation pales in comparison, existence has its own cause, find the cause and you've found the crux."

The hard labor camp had already gotten used to the existence of this particular teenager, and some of the restless guys had long been told by the spies that this ten year old kid was under the tight protection of the military, and that he was an extremely dangerous guy in his own right, so let him be, as long as he didn't cause any trouble.

Once again Oscar sighed at the dilapidation and misery before him, he had wondered for a long time now if the creatures that lived here could still be called people.

Every year the cold snap claimed the lives of some of the hard laborers, but some said they were the lucky ones, for the rest of the lingering ones had to continue to face life without a single ray of light.

A small shed collapsed when the rotting wood couldn't bear the weight of the snow, and the graveyard-like camp was a hive of activity for a while, with the inmates gathering around to see the jokes of the family that had survived.

Oskar was among the onlookers, a cold smile on his lips that he had learned from "The Hedgehog", a paladin whose rapier was notoriously fast, and whose obnoxious looks and signature sneer were also extremely well known. Little Oskar learned the quick strokes of the rapier, as well as the former paladin's punchy expression.

Feeling a little cold in his feet, the teenager signaled to the guards behind him that he could leave this hellhole. That family's performance was so clumsy, the women were crying, the children were making noise, the men were cursing, and there was absolutely nothing new about it.

On the road, there were constantly people bowing respectfully to Junior, there was no lack of well-informed people here, the Marshal's son was not easy to meet.

Oskar groped his way through the dirty snow, underneath which there were always some disgusting things buried, such as corpses with broken arms and legs, or dead babies that had just been born, although it was not strange, it was always a bit bad luck to come across it.

The young man walked towards a shanty, and took out of his pocket a bag of wheaten bread wrapped in a silk scarf, which smelled good and still had some warmth.

The closer he got to the door, the more pronounced the voices inside became, and the teenager frowned slightly as he heard some vicious yelling and cursing that seemed to maintain a certain rhythm.

Closer still, Oscar heard the wailing of a young girl, and without needing to signal, the marshal's son took a step back as one of the guards at his side violently kicked open the battered wooden door.

Oscar turned his back as the door broke, subconsciously not wanting to see certain images.

The guards rushed in, and after a shout of curses, a lewd man lumbered into the snow with his pants up.

Oscar turned to enter the house, but his face suddenly turned red at the sight of the young girl.

This little girl was hanging upside down from the beams of the room, her body b****y and obviously abused. The guards were struggling to untie her, and the guy seemed to be tied up pretty tight.

Oscar didn't know what to say, he didn't know why he'd asked the guard to inquire about where the girl lived, General Moronzo had warned him more than once about the dangers of the hard labor camps, but he'd come anyway.

The guard stood to the door, and only two children remained in the cabin-two children who were absolutely neither normal.

"What's your name?"

"Osne. Anru. Morissette. And you?"

"Little Bush ...... hiss!" The girl was cleaning herself with ice water.

"Little Bush?"

"No! Who would use a name like that? It's Little Buccaneer. I'm Little Buccaneer."

"Oh, is it going to hurt?"

"Get used to it, just bear with it. I've heard a lot about you, you don't really belong here, what are you doing here?"

"Nothing."

"Well then, since you don't want to talk about it, just stay there." The girl finished and cleaned herself, and I could tell she did it carefully.

Oscar was a little embarrassed, even though he was still a child, he still understood that there was a difference between men and women.

"Do you need me to step back?"

The girl was a little puzzled, "Why? What the hell are you doing here? Besides what are you trying to avoid?"

"Uh ...... I was just passing by, oh la! I've got some wheat crackers here, do you want some?"

"Ha! That certainly couldn't be better, that guy may be a bit of a p*****t, but he's always been generous with his money, and I thought I was out of two meals for the day! Just put it there ...... Right! Right there."

Frozen for a moment, Oscar felt really speechless as he watched the girl clean her wounds as if no one else was there in front of him, and he watched in disbelief as the tub of ice water turned into a tub of blood.

The teenager suddenly developed a general feeling of suffocation, and he desperately needed to get enough air.

"Hoo...... ah!" Osne. Anru. Morissette breathed heavily.

Prolonged breath-holding underwater was giving him a slight headache, a lesson 13 had left him with, a good way to train his will and breathing power. The teenage Prince pulled the brass handle at his hand. Then he stood up from the hot tub.

"Your Highness, will you allow us to come in?" A respectful greeting came from the maids outside the bathroom door, who had just heard the summoning bell from the bathroom.

"Come in."

The maids filed in, they had been trained in every aspect recently, after all, a bunch of wild girls from prison wouldn't really know how to serve a big shot.

The Duchess of Anru had hired a famous trainer for them, and now these girls were learning hard, otherwise, there were so many things in this big bathroom that they wouldn't know what they were for.

The body had been carefully scrubbed, the hair had been carefully combed, and when little Oscar put on a brand new court dress under the service of the maids, even the teenager himself had to applaud the person in the mirror. It was a big, chubby boy, yet the bottom line was that the boy was growing up, both in his heart and his bearing, and besides, the boy was phasing

looks with excellent genes from his mother, he should barely be considered a marked chubby boy.

Noble life was an extremely refined lifestyle, they not only pursued quality, but also paid more attention to details.

Oscar's hair was tightened behind his back, and a ribbon of gold filigree encrusted with innumerable diamonds delicately bound the young Prince's unruly braid, while a lady-in-waiting was perfuming the Prince's gown with a spritz of incense, while the other ladies-in-waiting stood to one side respectfully with their jewelry boxes, and an elderly matron was in charge of placing the dazzling jewels on the Prince's body. Then came the folding of the gown's collar, the placement of the gown's sash, the treatment of the pants' pleats, the locking of each button, the adjustment of the leather boots' glossy finish, and, most importantly, the medallion of the coat of arms, representing the House of Anru, which was to be worn on the chest, and the medallion, representing the totem of the royal house of Morissette, which was to be cinched up at the lapel.

When all was ready, Osne. Anru. His Royal Highness Prince Morissette finally let out a long breath.

"Grace! It does look like a Prince, dear brother, I'm so proud of you." Little Miss, who was also dressed up and had long been waiting outside the door, kissed her brother warmly on the cheek.

"Yet I am not very eager to praise you my little miss! For now you will attract countless bees. Those damned bees will not tire of harassing you." His Royal Highness the Prince showed his jealousy in front of his sister for once in a rare moment.

"Won't my brother protect me? Oh la! I thought of that! That stupid kid who asked to fight you yesterday was sent away by my lady? Geez! I even forgot to ask you for the prize." After saying that Sashaie spread her small hands in front of her brother's eyes.

His Royal Highness Prince Othniel would not be deterred by such a small request, not to mention the fact that no one in the world would know this young lady better than he did, as she was prone to "going off the rails".

Little Oscar placed a small box in his sister's hand, "If you can open it, you'll get the prize inside."

Little Miss was fascinated when she took it, the box was special, on the surface it didn't have an on/off switch at all, but since her brother said it could be opened, it must be, and in a rare moment of peace, the little beast prone to violent outbursts, she threw herself wholeheartedly into the struggle to open the box.

When the Anru family's highest-ranking carriage pulled into the Almodovar. Marquis Lord Godzilla's residence's gate, both sides of the avenue seemed to be boiling over. The nobles knew that the freshly minted young Prince had refused almost everyone's invitations, but he had made an exception today by attending the Salon of the Minister of Finance.

The mountainous Almodóvar. Marquis Almodóvar Godzilla, who was greeted at the door early after being informed by the servants, showed a touching expression when he saw the young Prince, of course, our Prince did not behave badly either, his smile was sincere and real, and the two fatties embraced each other warmly.

"Welcome, Your Highness the Prince, I can't express the joy in my heart, honestly, I can't believe it, my God, your arrival overwhelms me as a host."

"Oh la! My President, I have been in arrears several times in the activities of the club; how can I refuse your invitation again? Won't you invite me in? I have heard that you own several sofas imported from distant Inglested."

"Hahaha! Those are fine works of art indeed, come on in, my dear Highness, it is a matter of pride to be able to host you in your own mansion. Oh yes, and I have some authentic Aceslanti wine, how about that?"

"Oh la, you are so very kind, but I really can't do this one."

"Really can't?" Captain Veck, the former machine secretary to the warden of Domolga Prison, asked himself this.

He was in a very bad condition, his left chest had been cut open by a large gash from a bayonet, his right little arm had been broken off raw, and he looked as if he had just crawled out of a dead man's pile.

Captain Weak had been on the run, he had been sniped twice along the way, and although he had managed to escape capture, he was at the end of his tether, but Captain Weak was not the kind of man to give up easily, not to mention that he knew full well that if he couldn't make it to Durin to report the news, then there was a very high probability that he and his family would be imprisoned in Dormorga, and that kind of thing would never be allowed to happen.

With a soldier's characteristic fortitude, Wek stood up once more, the wound in his chest was tearing at his nerves, his right hand had long since gone out of commission, but that didn't matter, "Lena, my wife, little Katya, my child, bless me! Wait for me!" The close-guarded captain gritted his teeth and dug into a patch of bushes beside him.

Several assassin dressed guys appeared at the place where the target was resting briefly, the leader looked at the blood on the ground and then at the deep bushes, in the end he chose to give up, the target was hard to deal with, the bushes were full of thorny vines, and it was uncharacteristically dark, it was impossible to continue tracking him, in that case he might as well set up barriers in front of the place where he might appear.

Wek stumbled through the undergrowth, he discerned his direction by the faint light of the stars, and he knew he was getting closer to Turin. Faster! Faster! Veck's breathing sounded appalling in the stillness of the night. He was like a terrified beast, desperately searching for help.

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There's a big mess at Domolga Prison. Osne. Osgoode Anneliese. Captain Wake has traveled to the capital with a secret, but he's only half alive with a serious wound. Will he make it to Turin?

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A duel with the Secretary of State will also unfold, and all conflicts will be resolved at the magnificent enthronement ceremony.

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