Chapter : 1311

The wedding was not a celebration. It was a math problem, a complex and beautiful problem he was born to solve. The pieces were moving. The enemy was in the area. The trap was set.

He reviewed the information one last time. Jager, the main threat, was a top-level assassin. He was a master of shadow magic and trickery. His pride was his biggest weakness. Beelzebub, the second, more important target, was a powerful demon, a creature of huge, destructive power. His presence was the real danger to their existence. The King's plan was to use Jager as bait to draw Beelzebub out into the open, into the center of the kill-zone.

Lloyd's job was to manage the first part of the fight: to trap and, if possible, stop Jager. This would force the demon to show himself. It was a plan with high risks and high rewards. If he failed, if Jager succeeded in his own mission to kill a member of the royal family, the chaos that followed would provide the perfect cover for Beelzebub's own, much more destructive attack.

The weight of it all should have been crushing. The future of a kingdom, the lives of thousands, depended on his ability to outsmart a master assassin and a demon lord. But Lloyd felt no fear. He felt a deep, exciting, and very calming sense of purpose.

This was what he was made for. The chaos, the high stakes, the impossible chances—it was the world he was born into, in this life and the last one. The quiet, peaceful life he had once dreamed of was a ghost, a dream of a possibility that had died on a battlefield long ago. His truth was here, in the silent, deadly space between heartbeats, in the cold, hard math of life and death.

A new, more formal song began to rise from the orchestra below. The wedding march was starting. He opened his eyes. His look was sharp and focused. His heart was a slow, steady, and cruel drum. The introduction was over. The first, bloody act of the show was about to begin. The architect was in his seat, and he was ready to watch his beautiful, deadly machine perform.

The large ceremony room was an incredible sight. It showed the royal family's power and riches over a thousand years. Light came through a huge, beautiful dome made of magic crystal. It filled the room with a warm, soft, and magical light. The light hit the gold on the pillars and made the jewels on the nobles' clothes sparkle with many colors, like tiny fires. The air smelled strongly of lily flowers and ancient magic. At the far end of the room, on a raised platform made of white marble, stood the High Priest. He was a calm, old man dressed in clean white and gold robes.

The royal wedding march began. It was a slow and grand procession full of bright colors and sounds. Knights wore polished, special armor for the event, and their capes were the color of red and gold. Court ladies wore silk dresses that made a soft sound as they moved on the marble floor. Finally, Crown Prince Linkon appeared. His handsome face looked serious and royal, as if he was doing an important duty. He walked next to his bride, Princess Arisa of Muramasa, who looked bright and beautiful.

It looked like a perfect fairy tale. It was a beautiful, amazing, and completely believable lie.

From a high balcony, Lloyd watched everything carefully, like a hawk, showing no emotion. The happy music, the sounds of the amazed crowd, and the peaceful beauty of the event were all just noise to him. It was all just a cover for the real, dangerous situation. It was like a battlefield in disguise. His mind was connected to the whole palace through his magic mirrors. It worked like a quiet, fast computer, taking in all the information.

His special team of hidden agents was in place. They were like a hidden web, ready to bring death, mixed into the party. He saw everything clearly. Annalisa looked like a perfect, motherly servant. She stood near the royal platform with her hands together. She was a silent guard pretending to be a loyal helper. Two of his butlers, whose faces showed no feelings, stood on either side of a side door. Their hands were on silver serving trays. These trays were actually sharp, round weapons that could be thrown. Jasmin and Martha Jr. looked like two innocent maids with wide eyes. They stood near a large display of flowers. Hidden inside the flowers was a secret supply of chemical bombs and thin wires for strangling.

Chapter : 1312

They were all perfect. Each one of them. They were a team of quiet, professional killers.

He turned on his [All-Seeing Eye]. The way he saw the world changed. The normal colors and light faded away. Instead, he saw the energy and life signs of everyone there. He looked through the crowd like a god looking down at his people. He saw the bright, strong energy of the powerful nobles, the weak, glowing lights of the less important guests, and the cold, focused energy of his own agents. He was looking for a hidden energy signal that was out of place.

He saw a small movement in his network of magic mirrors. Annalisa sent him a secret signal. She had spotted a "wine server" whose face was not familiar. The man moved with a little too much skill. He was in the hallway that led to the private rooms of the royal family. He said he was bringing a special wine for the King's personal rooms. This was a good excuse, but no one had planned for it.

Lloyd thought about the information. Was this a direct attack? Was it a trick to distract them? Or was it a test to see how good their defenses were? He was not sure. But fighting him directly would be a stupid mistake. It would cause a scene and make people panic. That might be exactly what the enemy wanted to happen.

He sent a quiet, mental order back to Annalisa: ‘Watch him. Do not attack. Follow his movements. Tell me if he does anything different.’ The first chess piece was now moving. Lloyd would let it move to see what it was for.

He looked back at the main room. The procession had arrived at the altar. The Prince and Princess were kneeling in front of the High Priest. The ceremony was at its most important and most dangerous point.

He scanned the crowd one more time. His special sight looked past what was normal. And then he found it.

It was not a dark spot. It was not a shadow. It was a small change, a faint shimmer in the air that was very hard to see. It was near the big pillar to the left of the platform. It looked like the air was wiggling, like seeing heat rise from a road, but there was no heat. It was the sign of very powerful and well-controlled shadow magic. The hidden enemy was starting to show himself.

Lloyd’s eyes followed the strange shimmer down to where it started. It came from a man. He was a handsome man in his late twenties, who did not stand out. He was dressed in the perfect dark blue silk clothes of a minor noble family from the west. He stood by himself, looking relaxed. His face showed that he was a little bored but polite. He looked just like a hundred other proud, rich young men in the room.

But his energy was a lie. Under the fake energy of a normal noble, Lloyd's [All-Seeing Eye] saw the truth. He saw a center of dark, quiet power. It was like a hidden black hole, full of dangerous energy. It was Jager. He was perfectly hidden in the open, like a wolf wearing expensive sheep's clothing.

As if he could feel Lloyd looking at him, the man looked up. His eyes, which were a striking light gray color, met Lloyd’s across the huge room. He was not surprised or scared. His eyes showed only that he knew who Lloyd was, in a cold and professional way. Then, a slow, careful, and very proud smile spread across his handsome face.

The first move had been made. A secret and deadly game had started. It was like chess, and they were playing for the future of the kingdom. It all began during the happy and holy wedding ceremony. The wolf had looked up at the hawk, and the hunt had now quietly and officially started.

The smile on Jager’s face was more than just a happy look. It was a statement. It was a weapon. It was a mind game. It was meant to make Lloyd nervous and angry, to show that he was there and that he did not respect the people trying to stop him. The smile said, I am here. I see you. And you can’t do anything to stop me.