The Tyrant Is A Little Bit Kind-Chapter 50: The Eastern Empire 6

(Third Person POV)

Of course, that was the nonsense coming out of his mouth, while what was inside him was completely different from his fake, calm words.

’Damn it! I feel like I’m going to vomit just from looking at her.’

He tried to stay calm, showing no expression on his face so as not to make her feel sad.

’No, this can’t go on like this.’

He turned his gaze to the side, and suddenly, a transparent sky-blue screen appeared before him, floating quietly in the air, as if responding to the call of his mind.

Attributes:

Strength: 91 (Affects overall physical power)

Speed: 90 (Affects movement speed and reaction time)

Wisdom: 93 (Affects mana control, aura management, and response speed)

Intelligence: 94 (Affects mana capacity, aura levels, and general intelligence)

Endurance: 91 (Affects stamina and defense)

Charm: 1 (Affects appearance and personal aura)

[Attribute Points: 55]

He began to examine the stats floating before him carefully. His eyebrows lowered slightly, the numbers reflected in his focused eyes. He thought silently for a moment, as if weighing all the possibilities.

’I won’t be able to make a contract with anyone anyway. It’s better to use these points rather than let them pile up uselessly.’

He moved his hand toward the adjustment option, his fingers gently touching the phantom screen, his eyes fixated on something only he could see.

After adding the points, he stepped back a little and raised an eyebrow in unexpected surprise.

’Hmm? Why did that happen?’

Charm: 1 → 100

’I only added fifty points, so why did it become one hundred?’

[Note! Charm points are considered practically useless, so one stat point counts as two Charm points.]

’Well, it makes sense. Compared to the other stats, this one is pretty much useless.’

Orlax dismissed the glowing screens with a simple wave of his hand, and they vanished as if they were never there. He pulled out his phone, which had been vibrating in his pocket, and raised it to his ear.

"We found him."

Zilfan’s voice came clearly through the phone, carrying a serious tension that made Orlax raise an eyebrow.

"So quickly? How did you manage to find him?"

"Never underestimate the information network we possess, Orlax Tirshtain."

Zilfan’s voice was full of pride, as if he had achieved something beyond expectations.

"Alright, alright, don’t tell me. Just send me the location, I’ll head there."

"Yes."

Orlax ended the call and turned his gaze to Elena, who had put her mask back on. She was watching him with eyes full of hope.

"Shall we go pay our dear White a visit?"

"Yes."

They both stood up with confident steps and left the palace, a tense silence leading their way before they disappeared into the bright daylight.

After about thirty minutes, they stopped at the edge of a calm lake surrounded by nature like a painted masterpiece. A number of knights had gathered around the lake, with Zilfan standing among them, staring into the water.

Orlax approached him, his steps slow but cautious. He stood beside him, looking around carefully.

"Where is he?"

Zilfan didn’t reply with words; instead, he silently pointed to the vast lake before them.

"There. Below."

"Seriously?"

"Yes. There’s an illusion spell around the lake that makes it hard to realize it’s not real."

Orlax narrowed his eyes, trying to sense any fluctuations in magical energy. He focused intensely, but everything seemed deceptively normal.

’First the flying castle, and now this high-level illusion magic... to the point where even I can’t detect it. How do these people possess such advanced techniques?’

Elena stepped forward, and the moment her feet touched the lake’s surface, she vanished as if evaporated into thin air.

Orlax followed her immediately, and as soon as he entered the magical dimension, everything around him changed suddenly.

Now, they stood in a massive courtyard, built with impressive architectural precision. In the center of the courtyard, several people lay on the ground, tightly bound. The air was charged with a hidden energy, as if they had stepped into the heart of the illusion.

Orlax approached Elena, staring toward the center.

His eyes widened suddenly, as if struck by an unexpected shock.

"Lax! What’s happening? Why are we here?"

"Orlax, help us! They’re planning to kill us!"

"Ohh! Papa, papa!"

He saw Riana, Ellis, and Sera tied up, their faces full of fear as they called out to him desperately.

He took a step forward, but his feet felt heavy. He stopped suddenly and looked at them with skeptical eyes.

’Hmm... this is definitely an illusion. Riana would never ask me for help, even if she were about to die.’

Orlax quickly regained his composure and turned his head toward Elena.

She stood frozen in place, her eyes fixed on something only she could see.

"Elena, what you’re seeing right now is just an illusion. Don’t fall for it."

He grabbed her shoulder firmly, trying to shake her out of her mental haze.

"Yes, I know... I buried my brother myself. There’s no way I’d see him here."

Once he was sure she was back to her senses, he refocused on the illusion-filled courtyard.

"Elena, did you know that right now I—"

"Yes, I know."

They stepped forward together with heavy steps, their faces full of anger and certainty.

"I’m extremely angry right now."

"I’m extremely angry right now."

Light began to gather around Orlax’s hand, forming a blue sword streaked with black, while darkness rose from beneath Elena’s feet to form another sword, as if drawn from a nightmare.

They raised their swords simultaneously and swung them at the illusion with force, generating a roaring windstorm.

Crack!

The very space began to fracture, and the illusionary threads collapsed under the pressure of their destructive power.

In an instant, the deceptive scene vanished, and the truth was revealed: in the center of the courtyard were several unconscious people — among them, the real Zilfan.

"As expected, the Zilfan we saw earlier was a fake."

"Yes, I thought the same. I didn’t see him follow us."

Orlax approached Zilfan’s body, knelt beside him, and checked his pulse.

"Zilfan, wake up."

He shook him repeatedly until the latter began to move slowly, opening his eyes with difficulty, looking around in confusion.

"Where am I?"

"I don’t know either."

Orlax extended a hand and helped him to his feet. He noticed the dried blood behind his head and frowned slightly.

"Ugh... my head hurts. The last thing I remember was being in my office, and then... I blacked out."

Suddenly, without warning, a pure white light flashed in the sky, forcing everyone to shield their eyes for a moment.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today, we present a special performance in our humble courtyard."

Several small drones equipped with precise cameras began to hover and circle the area, capturing the scene from every angle.

"We will now reveal the truth about those who call themselves our rulers."

All the screens around the world began broadcasting the courtyard and the extraordinary event. A deep, confident voice rang out.

"To all listeners around the world, focus closely on our show... with your beloved host, The Blue One."

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