The Titan Empire: The Game of Power

Volume 2, Chapter 6

The God of Light praises love! Thank you! It seems that the love between the Prince and the Princess is not going to be smooth sailing. This isn't a fairy tale, and fairy tales don't have scheming or hurtful hidden arrows. Oscar and Alanis are both figures who stand at the pinnacle of power, and their union will touch the destinies of many, and their path to love will be full of ups and downs.

Penelope Avenue No. 31, these days this official residence has completely said goodbye to the old days of depression. The canals leading to the villas of the residence were lined with flowers, and the lawns of the gardens and the high walls of trees were neatly trimmed by the gardeners. The butler of the residence personally supervised the work, and he watched as the craftsmen polished the statues and decorations in every corner of the villa to a brilliant shine. A new source of water had been tapped for the fountain in front of the gate, and its fancy spray rippled beautifully in the sunlight. The entire residence now looked revitalized.

Also full of life was the little miss of the Anru family. Sashaie was like a cheerful unknown beast, she searched for her brother with her keen sense of smell, she wore a simple and plain dress, the only ornament on her body was the dragonfly. It wasn't that the little lady disliked formal gowns, her only purpose for dressing this way was to make it easier for her to run. If she missed her brother she would dash out at the first opportunity.

Sasha was too old for those bedtime stories, and the duchess had warned her not to spend the night in her brother's room. The little miss had agreed, though with some regret; she knew the meaning of innocence. But compared to Sasha's caution, her brother was decidedly too ridiculous. He and the princess of the empire in the Shabak such a place "public" rendezvous, and even by the Ministry of Justice invited to go! Sasha's good mood for many days had been ruined by the rumors. And her brother? He was locked up in his study, not knowing what he was up to!

Sasha was getting impatient, she felt that her brother didn't value her like he used to, and she had sworn before she broke into the study that if he was writing love letters to that princess, then she would tear those pieces of paper to shreds.

"Brother, can you tell me what piece you are conceptualizing, don't avoid me, I know you have a lot of paper and ink ready." Sasha's first words after rushing into the study were these.

Oscar was delighted at his sister's arrival, the beast had been peering outside for days and the fact that she had held back until now to barge in showed that her patience had improved greatly from what it once was.

"I'm writing my memoirs." Though Oscar answered very calmly, these days his moods were churning as violently as his quills.

Sasha couldn't believe she was getting such an answer, and she pushed her brother in front of a mirror.

"Look! Look at yourself! I think you're only 15 years old if I remember correctly Prince, oh my god! Memoir! People of father-sama's age haven't even bothered to move those things yet!"

"Sasha! You know what? I've been up to my memories lately, memories of my past with you, memories of my encounters in the Ministry of Justice, memories of my life in Domolga Prison. Oh la! Memories! It's a strange thing, memories; they are sometimes like a fine wine, and one tastes the sweetness and the sweetness of it when one sips it carefully; but they are sometimes like a piercing poison, and if you don't drink so much of it without noticing it, you will feel a bitter sorrow and hurt." Oscar's look when he mentioned the memories was so fallen.

The young lady had already thought of many things after hearing her brother's words, and I fear that what her brother experienced in that horrible hell was even more shocking and unforgettable than those of her own heart. Although her brother was only fifteen years old, she believed that he possessed more experiences than many people.

Sasha put herself into her brother's arms, she didn't know how to comfort her brother, all the words would become pale when they were spoken, what her brother had done for her couldn't be carried by a few simple words. Sasha held back the tears that were welling up in her eyes, she knew that her brother would be even more upset when he saw her crying, she could only say something else.

"I ...... always thought you were writing love letters."

Oscar held up his sister's head as he wondered a little why she would think that.

"Oh la! Dear Sasha! Were you dreaming? In broad daylight! I've never written anything like that before, and besides, who would I write to? You must be joking."

Sasha was still a bit skeptical, "Didn't you show your affection for that princess? Didn't you guys date intimately at Shabak Manor?"

Oscar didn't think he was in love with that princess. He clearly knew that the princess had an impulsive affection for him, but he didn't know Alanis well enough to even be intimate with her when they were just getting to know each other. The events of his childhood had been utterly ignored by Oscar.

"Oh la! That princess? I don't have that kind of feelings for her, although she is indeed very beautiful and attractive. But I'm curious, how did you know that I appeared with that princess at Shabak Manor?"

Sasha made a fainting motion, it seemed that her silly brother didn't realize that he had gotten into trouble.

"Heavens! The entire Turin knows about it, in a few days the entire Empire will know about it, and in a few days the entire Western Continent will know about it! It's a royal scandal, a scandal! Brother, do you understand scandal? Oh God of Light! How did I get such a retarded brother? Any unmarried woman showing up at Shabak Manor will stir up talk, let alone the fact that you're dating a princess!"

Oscar couldn't figure it out, he hadn't done anything at Shabak Manor, he seemed to have gotten that princess in trouble, and would have to apologize to her sometime, even though she was the one who had invited him, it was always the boys who had to say such things.

It seemed that Oscar didn't even realize the seriousness of the problem, he simply thought that it was a misunderstanding among the nobles, and he thought that the Emperor would step in to clarify it. The "accident" that happened in the prison cell of the Ministry of Justice should not be known to anyone, and Alanis drove out all the guards inside and outside when he entered. So there was no reason for the boy to worry about such rumors, and he had now devoted all his energy to his memoirs, which he wrote painstakingly, and which he still felt poorly informed about, even though he had been educated by some of the most renowned scholars of the Western Continent.

The teenager quickly dismissed his sister with a small prize, that little thing should be enough to keep the little lady quiet for a while. He returned to his seat, countless words written on the manuscript paper in front of him. That contained all the memories of Oscar's ten years in prison.

Ossigne. ANRU. Morissette betook his eyes once more to the words he had written at the head of the volume of his memoirs.

"Memories are sometimes like floating clouds in a clear sky, which float gently in one's heart; at other times they are like torrential rains, which beat fiercely against the heart, propelled by gale force winds."

On October 17, 776 of the Bright Calendar, the warden of Domolga Prison, Molonzo. Lieutenant General Hanin personally processed an honored prisoner into the prison.

The boy was peculiar, the Lt. General understood the crime he had committed, it was simply not something a teenager could have done, but the Lt. General knew that the boy had indeed done it, and he did not consider himself to have committed any transgressions.

The boy had a special meaning to the Lieutenant General, and the boy's father had promised that if his son was well taken care of, then the warden would receive one hundred thousand kintai a year. Molonzo. Lt. Gen. Hanin had weighed this for a long time, and after seeing the child he had mentally accepted the lord's offer to do nothing more than look after the child for him.

Osne. Anru. Morissette didn't understand everything that was happening to him, he was only five years old, he knew that he was being tried, but he didn't know why, and he didn't understand a lot of what the ministers of justice were saying, and no one was going to explain it to him.

The child found that he was locked in a small room with iron bars erected, and that his food and bed were very poor. The kid didn't complain to the guards outside the door, and little Oscar wasn't about to talk to the faceless guys that

The darkness, the loneliness, the isolation, even a fly could keep this little child happy for a long time. Until one day he was taken to a hall where the youngster saw the sunlight and he met his Auntie Anne. Aunt Annie faints after hearing some inexplicable words from the high and mighty grown-ups. Oscar was wandering in his soul, he was in a bad state of mind, he felt the sunlight stinging his eyes, he searched for his lovely sister in the crowd, but he was finally disappointed after several times of repeated searches. Where did the sister go? Wasn't she fine? Why didn't she come to visit her?

The muddleheaded teenager was put on the prison carriage, the teenager did not notice that the carriage was so different, he asked a soldier beside him in a low voice, "Where are we going? Going home?"

He was answered by the closed iron door.

Turin wasn't that far from Domolga, it was only a six day ride. The teenager had traveled farther than that, he hadn't been in Turin from his home for long, and as far as he could remember, this road didn't lead to his homeland.

There weren't many guards escorting the prisoner, they were obviously taken care of, these men didn't give the child a hard time, they unshackled him, sometimes even letting the rumored scion of the devil walk around the camp.

Oscar was a little shocked to know that he would never be able to go home, but more than that he was puzzled as to why the men were able to deny him the right to go home, why they wouldn't let him see Sasha, Sasha must be crying, she must be so sad.

The teenager grew more and more depressed by the day, he no longer knew how long it had been since he had smiled, when a huge fortress appeared in the morning mist, the guards told him that his destination was approaching, the boy just nodded, his eyes were empty, nearly lusterless.

Oskar was not knocked down by the sudden imprisonment, he indulged in his fantasies, since no one could talk to him, he talked to himself, since he couldn't see Sasha, he silently prayed for his sister, who loved fairy tales, and Oskar wrote countless beautiful stories in his mind. This is a peculiar child whose strength and optimism allow him to retain his childishness and fantasies even after losing his freedom.

But soon the childishness and illusions were shattered. Oscar hears the roar of demons in hell, and it takes immense courage to walk in that dark fortress.

The teenager already knew that he was going to spend a long time in this place and he couldn't accept it, he finally cried when the stone door of the deepest part of the hell opened in front of him, he grabbed it with a death grip and wouldn't let go, he didn't want to go in, the darkness that had no boundaries would devour his flesh and blood, the doubts and resentment of how many days had erupted, he kicked and tore at everyone who dared to come near him. In his heart, young Oscar asked his ancestors for forgiveness; the men of the House of Anru only shed blood, not tears. But the boy felt that tears and fear simply could not be restrained.

The heavy stone door finally closed behind the child and the darkness came crashing down on him like a wraith, Oscar did not give up, he cried out frantically, he slapped frantically at the door until he was exhausted.

The watery dungeon fell silent again, Oscar felt a faint light behind him, he turned back trembling, he feared it was the gaze of some foul beast.

Candlelight! There was actually a candlelight in the water dungeon! Oscar darted toward the light; it was too faint! The youth feared it would be gone in a moment.

The teenager saw a small bed next to the light, it should belong to him, he lay down on the bed, he felt unusually cold and damp underneath him. The teenager carefully nursed the candle flame, he softly chanted his mother's and sister's names, even though they had both left him, he hoped to get courage from them.

Oscar woke up to find the candle still burning, he knew that someone had replaced it with a new one for him, and a plate of food lay beside his bed. Oscar wanted to wash his face, and of course, the boy thought it would be nice to have some tooth powder.

A strange thing caught Oscar's attention, the doorway to the water cell still held another dinner plate, which was empty, obviously someone or something had eaten all the food. Oscar couldn't help but shrink back into his weak light, he realized that there was something else in this cell, and he was afraid because he didn't hear anything. He was fearful of places where the light didn't shine.

The water cell was dark and Oscar didn't know how long he had spent here, and from his initial fear to his current destitution, the teenager began to be curious about the thing that was hidden in the darkness. He knew that there was a pool in the cell, for he had heard it draining and then refilling again before long, and more than once he had tried to approach it, but he had always felt that it gave off an unusually horrible aura, as if it were a warning, and Oskar had sometimes felt that if he took another step forward he would suffocate under the intense pressure.

The little fat boy had not lost much weight; his recipes had been carefully devised, and the Lord Warden had assured the boy's father of his health. But the boy was, after all, only five years old, and he was surrounded only by a candle and a couple of frighteningly large rats. Countless times he awoke in his sleep, his desperate cries irritating the eardrums of the rat family.

Oskar was awakened again, just now he dreamed that he was playing with his mother in the flowers, suddenly his mother became entangled in the branches of the daffodils, she called out to him for help, but Oskar felt himself running farther and farther away. He called out to his mother, but her face was eventually swallowed up by the flowers.

It didn't matter! Just let yourself be swallowed up by the darkness! Oscar got out of bed and he walked resolutely into the darkness.

This time Oscar had no trouble, he reached the edge of the pool, and he finally saw that the black, stagnant water was intertwined with thick chains, which were tightly closed to the six stone pillars on the four sides of the pool. The center of the pool, the intersection of the chains, Oscar saw that there was a person locked there.

Again, the process of interacting with this man was quite appalling. Oscar was shocked to the point of screaming at the top of his lungs when he first saw him. The man's long hair hung straight down to his waist, his lower body was submerged in water, and the pool reeked with a sickening odor. The teenager wasn't sure if he was dead or alive.

Oscar knew he was still alive because his dinner plate would turn out to be empty. The teenager was curious about such a mysterious and very mysterious criminal, he had already tried to go under the water to touch him, and the result was very satisfying to the fearful Oscar, the guy didn't move a muscle, it was as if he was as dead as if he had passed away.

It was a long process to get to know him, and Oskar was overjoyed when, after many attempts, he was sure that his "roommate" was in no danger at all! This is a big man! You don't see that too often! The teenager finally has someone to talk to, and he is polite enough to introduce himself and address the living dead man as "Mr.", the nickname Oskar has given to his roommate.

Everything goes smoothly, and even though the living dead man never responds to Oscar's words, Oscar doesn't care, he tells the only person around him his story, his family, his mother, his sister, his room, the nest of rats in his cell, which the teenager calls "The Woods", and takes pleasure in bullying the Woods. He took pleasure in bullying the Wood family. Junior also tells his roommate about his crimes; Junior never thinks he has committed a crime, and he is sure that his roommate agrees with him.

The speech is too monotonous! OSNEY. Anru. Morissette is an attentive teenager who asks the soldier guarding the water cell to send a message to the warden on his behalf that he needs more bath water.

The warden is like that, he is almost always available to the boy, he has begun to admire the boy, it is definitely not the so-called "young man who does not know what it is like to be young", the young son of the House of Anru has a strong courage that is unmatched by his peers.

Oscar scrubbed his roommate's body every week, and he could feel the strength of his body, which was full of muscles and countless horrible scars. The teenager knew that those who possessed these must be powerful knights, like the warriors in his family, they were all worthy of his respect.

The teenager loved his roommate's long black hair, he didn't know that there was such a pure and dazzling black hair in the world, but compared to these, what the teenager envied the most was his roommate's skin, which was the most beautiful color, a light yellow like the rolling wheat waves in autumn, those crisscrossing scars didn't spoil the luster of the skin, Oscar had already fallen in love with bathing his roommate, and while he was washing he was humming the song that his mother used to sing to him. Oskar had fallen in love with the activity of bathing his roommate, humming the children's song his mother used to sing to him as he did so.

The days are supposed to go by quickly, Oskar finds something new to say to his roommate every day, and his face seems to have changed a bit. Oskar thinks that his roommate has shown some very small expressions to him, but he's not sure.

One day his relationship with his roommate suddenly changed in nature. Oscar was grateful to the guy who had tried to murder him, and if it wasn't for him, his roommate might never have bothered with him.

13 had been suffering a lot lately, this little guy was constantly harassing himself, he had witnessed the whole process of the kid going from being miserable and fearful in the beginning to being calm and cheerful now, he had to admire the kid's nerves, that should have been as fat as he was, he seemed to be only five or six years old, it was amazing that a five or six year old was constantly trying to come to terms with such horrific circumstances, and now he was actually looking for a switch to entertain himself, 13 thought It's sad to think that the fat kid's greatest entertainment is the Woods family.

He was the best assassin in the Western Continent, and he and his partner had never failed to kill, and his assassinations had even been written up in the official history books of some countries. Although those records can only describe some of the killer's clues, but those who have seen those accounts are surprised at the killer's powerful and meticulous.

The King of Killers had been annoyed by this incident, and now someone had actually made him even more annoyed. Dinner was ten minutes late today. That was fine, he wasn't hungry yet, but the guy who came in the door to deliver the food was just lame and his behavior was an insult to the profession of Slayer.

"Could you please leave the dinner by the sink? I've been a little under the weather lately and I don't want to move."

Oscar looked at 13 in surprise, he still couldn't believe it was his roommate's voice, the teen was dumbfounded, a month? Or was it two months? The roommate, whose eyes had never even opened, had actually spoken!

The guy dressed as a guard was a bit stunned, he didn't know that the criminal had made such a request, he saw the chains that bound 13, indeed, it wasn't too much to ask, right now he was playing the role of a food deliverer, delivering it to the doorstep and delivering it to people's mouths weren't the same yet.

The guard placed the dinner tray on the edge of the sink, his eyes never leaving his target, the little fat man staring dumbfounded at it all. The guard slowly moved his hand towards the dagger hidden in his sleeve, but just then he felt a bright black light flash before his eyes.

13 hadn't killed in a long time, he slipped the chain around the craven killer's neck, he felt the other guy's pulse travel through the chain to his hand, he dragged the tall guard into the pool, before the guy could scream he heard the sound of his collar bone being strangled.

The King of Killers was pleased with the shock he had given the boy, his kung fu wasn't rusty yet and the chain was near silent in his hands.

"Can you say something more? Please! You have a very nice voice!" Oscar wasn't at all interested in the dead man floating in the pool, he cared more about the living one, and he wanted to make sure that if his roommate could really talk, then life would be a lot more fun in the future!

13 was stunned by the teenager! What did he take for his nerves? He himself had killed a man in front of him, but he hadn't even blinked, all he even cared about was whether or not he could still speak! The Killer King thought of all the things he had done as a child, he had been trained for a long time to get used to blood and death, but this teenager? He seemed to be naturally indifferent to it all. Combining what he knew and observed about him these days, he was even more suitable to be an assassin than himself, he possessed a talent that no one could match.

This is where the first conversation between the King of Killers and the teenager begins, and the teenager obeys the words of 13, who puts dinner on the "doorstep" of the Woods family. "The Wood family's parents, a large rat, immediately scurried out and started chewing and biting after just a sniff. "The other members of the Wood family were looking out of the doorway, so that they could not taste the delicacies until the parent had finished, but apparently the parent was very unlucky, and was set up by the little fat boy, who, like many of the mice sacrificed in the experiments, hissed in agony after he had eaten his fill, and then he was And then he died. The unlucky Woods family cowered in the depths of the cave, shivering.

Oscar, by now fully aware of the situation, politely thanked 13, knowing that he had almost been murdered, and that the boy's mind had not become dulled, but rather more detailed, after all the t*****e he had been subjected to over the past month.

At that moment Oscar was sitting at the sink, his two little feet kicking merrily at the pool of dirty water. The King of Killers was comfortably soaking in the pool, he had just killed a man and the little fat man was treating him with great respect, all of which made him feel happy. The body of the unlucky crappy killer floated in front of the two.

It is in this bizarre scene that the two lunatics, one big and one small, begin their pleasant interactions.

To Oscar, 13 was a treasure trove, and anything the teenager casually dug up shone with blinding brilliance.

The chubby boy squatted a strange kind of step on the floor every day. At first, he suspected that 13 had child a***e tendencies, and that his legs would become incredibly stiff after long periods of zigzagging. However, later on, the teenager found that after matching the kind of breathing method 13 taught him, his fat body had become lighter and lighter, and he could easily leap over a three-meter wide pool.

To 13, Oscar was undoubtedly a very serious and hardworking good student, and he wondered what strength supported this little fat boy not to fall down even after he was deflated. He gradually increased the intensity of his training to three times that of his own childhood, he knew that the teenager's body was very fragile, and his shape was not suitable for practicing oriental martial arts, but it didn't matter, the teenager was like a stubborn donkey, as long as he specified a direction, the fat boy would keep going in that direction.

The first to fall was the stone wall of the water cell, which had nonchalantly mocked the kid's powerlessness with its hardness. But the kid didn't give up, straight punch, simple straight punch, the kid's fist had taken off a layer of skin, but the kid didn't seem to feel anything at all, he carefully experienced the words of the King of Killers, he said that the strike couldn't be the surface of the stone wall, but the structure of the stone wall, it's actually very easy to destroy a hard thing, you just need to destroy his structure.

The child studied the structure of the stone wall, he couldn't see any structure at all, all he could see was just stone.

The stone wall began to be afraid, this persistent child never gave up hitting it, it had forgotten when this began, and it knew even less when it would end. The fear stemmed from an accident, when the little fat man threw a seemingly uneventful punch, and for the first time the stone wall felt a pain that went deep into its bones, a power that reached all the way through its hard outer shell to its very core.

Oscar clearly felt the trembling of the stone wall, just now he followed 13's teachings and changed another method of generating power, for the first time the teenager felt a stream of air coming out of his fist, he tried to use this newborn power to plunge into the depths of the stone wall, his fist felt the stone's retaliation, but the teenager ignored that weak power, even though it made his skin and flesh break, but the teenager was pleased to find that the stone wall finally cracked, he had finally reached 13.

After this, 13 still let the boy insist on standing steps, punching the stone wall, but he increased the child's exercise, and naturally, the unlucky ones are the "Wood family". 13 extinguished the only light in the darkness, and the boy began to harass the "Wood family" in the infinite night. "The Wood family.

Oscar had a rough time of it; he couldn't keep up with the mice, and sometimes he could see his target, but it was so cleverly hidden in the darkness that the fat boy could hear the Woods laughing at him. We must say that the boy never gave up, but under the guidance of 13, he was able to distinguish the sounds they made, to judge their position with sensitivity, and to wait patiently for the perfect moment to catch them.