The Grand Duke's Son Is A Heretic
Chapter 253
CHAPTER 253: 253
Kael’s mind exploded the moment he heard that Lyria had been kidnapped. His breath hitched as his gaze darkened completely.
"Was she the only one?" he asked, his voice rough and cold, laced with a killing intent so thick it felt like a storm pressing down on everyone. "Or was there anyone else?"
The pressure coming off Kael made the room feel like it was collapsing in. Gabriel’s brows twitched, his mouth slightly open in hesitation. He looked at Martina, unsure. Martina gave him a small nod, telling him to speak.
"It’s... only her," Gabriel said at last.
That answer made Kael’s expression sharpen like a blade. His face turned terrifying. It was as if he were moments away from lashing out and cutting down everything in sight. His fists trembled.
"Buddy, calm down," Sol said nervously, trying to ease the tension. He reached out and lightly patted Kael on the shoulder.
But the moment his palm touched Kael’s body, Sol’s eyes widened. His fingers twitched, and a jolt of coldness ran through him. It wasn’t just a chill — it felt like lightning running up his spine.
Then... It happened.
His vision shifted.
In front of him appeared a battlefield soaked in blood, covered in corpses. The air was thick with smoke and the stench of death. Amidst the countless dead, a lone figure sat high above them all — on a throne made of broken bodies. A man, still and silent, stared down at him with an empty gaze.
The moment their eyes met, Sol felt like thousands of swords aimed straight at his heart. In the blink of an eye, those invisible blades surged forward, rushing toward him to kill him.
His breath caught. His knees buckled.
The vision stretched. The sky twisted. The corpses twitched. He saw more — glimpses of Kael standing alone as the world burned.
With a gasp, Sol stumbled back, pale as snow, drenched in sweat. His eyes flicked around the room in shock.
Adonis and Herion rushed toward him. "What happened?" they asked, confused by the sudden change in him.
Sol didn’t answer. He couldn’t.
Kael didn’t even glance at Sol. His cold voice cut through the air again.
"Why is it her?"
The pressure intensified. The entire room felt heavier, as if the walls themselves were shrinking inward.
Gabriel swallowed, visibly trembling. His words came out slowly, shaken by fear. "I... I don’t know."
Kael’s eyes narrowed further, his fury barely contained. The air remained thick with tension, and no one dared speak again.
Martina was just about to speak when her communicator buzzed softly. She took it out and opened the crystal device. The glow of the communication rune pulsed, and her expression changed the moment she saw the sender’s name.
Kael noticed it too. "Who is it?" he asked, his voice commanding and low.
"The Third Prince," Martina replied quietly.
Kael’s lips curled into a cold smile. "Then it’s him, right?"
His words were strange—sharp, unfiltered, unlike before. Martina’s brows drew together in concern. Kael’s aura had shifted completely; it was darker, colder... more dangerous. He wasn’t holding back anymore.
Understanding that Kael wouldn’t leave, Martina nodded slightly and activated the call. A smooth, confident face appeared in the shimmering crystal, framed with thick green hair. Kael’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the man. He recognized him—Rein Luther, ranked around 20th on the continental list. Dangerous, cunning, and never to be trusted.
Martina put on a warm smile, her voice light. "Brother Rein, it’s been a long time... How are you doing?"
A playful chuckle came from the other side. "Oh? Is my dear little sister missing me already?"
Kael watched silently, arms crossed, gaze fixed.
Rein’s smile grew. "Of course... I know exactly what you mean by that word, Martina."
"Indeed," she replied sweetly. "I missed you so much that I decided to look for you myself."
"Ah, such love!" Rein said with a grin. "But really now, did you come all this way to sneak around? I heard my men were attacked. And you personally took action in the play, didn’t you?"
Martina’s eyes flickered. She kept her smile, but there was a sharper edge now. "Hehe... I didn’t attack anyone, Rein. I just sneaked in. But it was your man who struck first—and kidnapped my subordinate."
There was a flicker of irritation in Rein’s eyes, gone almost as quickly as it appeared. "Ooh, sounds like one of my boys took a liking to someone."
Kael’s face hardened. His jaw clenched. He could barely tolerate this twisted show. His patience was wearing thin. If Martina didn’t take control, he would stop holding back—he’d use the Time Stones and tear everything apart to bring Lyria back.
Martina dropped the smile and leaned forward slightly, her voice firm and clear. "Brother Rein, in politics, you know whom to target and whom not to. One of your people took a woman under me. This crosses a line."
Rein’s smirk faltered for a breath. He understood what her tone meant. Martina wasn’t playing anymore. He had made the call to send a message, but now he could see that something hadn’t gone as planned. His aim was simple: remind Martina not to poke at his foundations or he’d strike back. But it looked like she took the hint seriously—and wasn’t going to let it slide.
Still, he tried to play it smoothly. "The attack was done under her direction," he said, eyes narrowing slightly. "She personally oversaw it."
That single line struck Kael like lightning.
His mind lit up.
’Her...?’
At that moment, puzzle pieces clicked into place.
His heart pounded as he recalled past details, signs, and warnings. Something more was going on. Someone specific had targeted Lyria—not just as a random grab.
Now he understood it.
On port there was only one S-rank so from where did the other one come from?
It must be Adele. The guards just failed to assert their level.
She might have just planned to attack as a show of retaliation but on noticing Lyria she might have kidnapped her.
Thinking all this, Kael clenched his fist.
’Damn!Now this has become a mess..Damn.."