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Dark Moon Third Arc (Fallen Heart) - 377. Spy IV
🕑 Added 2025-02-28 18:58:28 +0000 UTCThird Arc (Fallen Heart) - 377. Spy IV
“The one who sent me isn’t just a noble… It’s the prince,” the man admitted, his voice lower now.
Darius stiffened immediately, his eyes narrowing with something between disbelief and suspicion. “The prince?”
Angel’s gaze sharpened. He didn’t react outwardly, but his mind was already racing, sifting through past memories, weighing possibilities. A prince from Harmonia? That meant one thing.
“Prince Jake?” Angel asked, his voice unreadable.
The man nodded slowly.
Darius took a sharp breath, his expression darkening. “That can’t be right.” He turned to Angel, urgency creeping into his tone. “Please don’t believe him just yet, Your Majesty. He could be lying. I need to make sure what he said is true. This could be an attempt to pit our kingdoms against each other.”
Angel tilted his head slightly, considering. “I know. Don’t worry about that.”
Darius didn’t look convinced, but he exhaled, nodding. “I’ll need to confirm it myself. If Prince Jake is involved, this is no longer just a matter of rogue nobles.”
Angel, on the other hand, wasn’t entirely surprised. If Jake had sent someone to investigate him, it wouldn’t be shocking. Their last meeting had been… interesting.
Angel’s memory of their brief encounter resurfaced—the friendly duel, the curiosity in Jake’s eyes when he had asked about Angel’s power. It made sense. Prince Jake had always been an ambitious one, the kind of man who liked to dig beneath the surface to see what was really there. And if he had caught even a hint of what Angel was capable of, of course he’d want confirmation.
Angel turned his attention back to the man. “And what exactly was your mission?”
The man’s gaze flickered slightly, hesitating before answering. “To confirm if the rumors about you are true.”
Angel’s smirk returned, but there was nothing friendly about it. “Which rumors?”
The man swallowed. “The ones about your power.”
The air in the room grew heavier.
Darius shifted, clearly uneasy, but Angel barely glanced at him. His focus remained locked on the man in front of him.
“And what exactly does Prince Jake think he knows?” Angel asked, his voice dangerously smooth.
The man hesitated again, his fingers clenching against the armrest of the chair. “That you’re… not just a king. That you’re something more.”
Angel let out a quiet chuckle, the sound devoid of amusement. “Something more?”
The man licked his lips, struggling with his next words. “He believes you have a power unlike anything in the other kingdoms. That your strength isn’t just skill or strategy… but something unnatural.”
Darius let out a sharp breath, his hands curling into fists. “If he’s saying this, it means he’s been digging into things he shouldn’t.”
Angel barely reacted, though inside, he was already making the necessary calculations. “And what does he plan to do with this information?”
The man shook his head. “I don’t know. My job was to observe, report back. That’s all.”
Angel studied him, silent for a long moment. Then, casually, he leaned against the table, folding his arms as he considered his next move.
“Let’s say I believe you,” he said finally, his voice measured. “Let’s say Prince Jake really is curious about me. What happens now?”
The man hesitated. “That’s… not for me to say.”
Angel chuckled again, shaking his head. “You’re not very useful, are you?”
The man tensed, but he knew better than to argue.
Darius rubbed his temple, exhaling heavily. “This could escalate fast if we don’t handle it correctly.”
Angel nodded. “Which is why we’ll handle it carefully.” He turned back to the man. “You’re going to tell me everything you know. Everything you reported. Everything Prince Jake said. And you’re going to do it now.”
The man looked like he wanted to argue, but one sharp glance from Angel had him swallowing his pride.
“I told you… I was only supposed to watch, gather information,” he repeated. “Prince Jake heard rumors—whispers about your power, the way you command battles, the way no one who opposes you seems to win. He wanted to know if it was just skill… or something more.”
Angel arched a brow. “And? What’s his conclusion?”
The man hesitated. “He thinks it’s both.”
Angel smirked. “Smart man.”
