Chapter 346


    Samson didn''t miss a beat in his response, “No problem.”


    Vananeru then arranged a meeting point and ended the call.


    Jonathan, who did not understand Thymionan, asked Vananeru, “How did it go?”


    Vananeru replied, “Uncle Samson says that he needs to have the observation team investigate you


    before taking you to meet the King, as this is a matter of high importance.”


    Jonathan frowned and said, “I''ll contact someone in Chanaea and get them to verify my identity.”


    Vananeru''s eyes lit up at that. “That might speed things up.”


    Jonathan promptly contacted Jeff, who quickly got to work.


    Within half an hour, everything was settled.


    Jonathan and Vananeru met up with Samson, who verified Jonathan''s identity and then led him to meet


    the King.


    The King and the Prime Minister of Thymion viewed the case of the cacodemon bing Wretched as


    highly important.


    At three in the afternoon, the sun shone so brightly that it created heat waves in the air. Many female


    travelers were tempted to take off their clothes and only cover their important parts due to the intense


    heat.


    The Grand Pce, with its unique blend of Chanaean and Thymionan architecture, had avish


    appearance that often left a strong first impression on visitors.


    Although the royal family used to live there, King Soma had since moved to Pist Pce on the east


    side of the pceplex, leaving the Grand Pce open to the public as a tourist attraction.


    Upon arriving at Pist Pce, Jonathan was thoroughly scanned by security guards before he was


    allowed to enter.


    He and Vananeru were then escorted to the reception room, where they met the elderly and frail-


    looking king seated atop his throne, apanied by a professional secretary, medics, and several


    officials.


    As a gesture of respect, Jonathan and Vananeru immediately bowed upon meeting the King, who had


    earned the respect and admiration of his people for his contributions to the prosperity and stability of


    Thymion.


    The King had since removed himself from worldly affairs at his age. However, the case of the


    cacodemon bing Wretched was not to be taken lightly. He knew it would leave a political stain on


    him and be a disaster for his people if he didn''t handle things well enough.


    After all, there was nothing scarier than the prospect of losing one''s good name due to past misdeeds


    or mistakes in life.


    The King had a trantor by his side. “Esteemed guest from Chanaea, thank you so much foring,”


    the King greeted in Thymionan.


    His trantor immediately tranted his greetings for Jonathan.


    Jonathan put his hands together and bowed slightly. “My pleasure, Your Majesty. I hope I''d be useful to


    your country. I''ll do my best.”


    The King nodded. “Regardless, I thank you on behalf of Thymion.”


    They briefly exchanged pleasantries before the King abruptly changed the topic. “I heard you and Ms.


    Vananeru were at the Celestial Sky Monastery when it happened. What exactly happened there?”


    Jonathan didn''t want the Thymion police to look for him because it was difficult to exin everything to


    ordinary cops and would waste a lot of time.


    But now, his message could be simplified and made clear since he had reached the higher-ups.


    Jonathan replied, “Ms. Vananeru and I were indeed there when it happened. The cacodemon was the


    cause of it all. He calls himself Wretched the Great now. Your Majesty, I''m here today to learn more


    about Wretched the Great from you. Only then can I propose a solution to this problem. What do you


    think?”


    The King''s expression turned grim upon his words. “Wretched the Great. Are you sure about that?”


    Jonathan caught on when he heard the King''s tone. He must have known who Wretched the Great is.


    He replied, “I''m sure.”


    The King''s face darkened. “I''ve only heard about Wretched the Great from the elderly. At first, I thought


    he was just a baseless myth, but who would have thought he actually exists.” He paused and


    continued, “I don''t really know where Wretched the Great came from, but I can get some elders over to


    understand the situation. This will take some time. Please be patient, my esteemed guest.”


    Jonathan nodded. “Sure.”


    The King then instructed his secretary. “Check out everything about Wretched the Great. I want you to


    put this as your priority.”


    His secretary replied, “Yes, Your Majesty.”


    After his secretary left, the King turned to Vananeru and asked, “Ms. Vananeru, how is your father


    doing?”


    Tears welled up in Vananeru''s eyes as she replied, “Your Majesty, he has been captured by Wretched.


    Please, you have to save him.”


    In the eyes of Vananeru and the people of Thymion, the King was a powerful and formidable figure who


    could do anything.


    The King was taken aback by the news. Even the Holy Master has been captured by Wretched?


    The gravity of the situation dawned on him once again. “All the monks were killed when Celestial Sky


    Monastery was destroyed.” He turned to face Jonathan and Vananeru. “You two were there as well.


    How are you still alive? My esteemed guest, I heard that you''re quite close with Wretched. You even


    sneaked into Thymion in the past to save him, right?”


    Jonathan''s heart sank as he couldn''t lie to the King. He nodded and replied, “Yes, Your Majesty.”


    The King''s face darkened. “Esteemed Guest, can you give me an exnation?”


    Jonathan exined, “Back then, the cacodemon wasn''t Wretched the Great yet. It saved my life once. I


    witnessed its birth, and it drank my blood while growing up. I have feelings for the cacodemon.


    Moreover, it didn''t do anything wrong back then. That''s why I wanted to save it.” He paused and


    continued, “Now that it has regained its memory and has be Wretched the Great, it won''t listen to


    me. So, I must stop it from killing the innocent at all costs. I can assure you, Your Majesty, that I''m


    telling you the truth.”


    The King listened quietly. He is an extremely formidable man shaped by the ups and downs of life.


    He knew that Jonathan came from Chanaea and was closely rted to the officials there, so there was


    no point in pursuing Jonathan''s past at this point.


    Instead, he viewed their rtionship as a potential opportunity to tackle the crisis at hand.


    “I believe you, Esteemed Guest,” the King dered. “However, the case of the cacodemon turned


    Wretched concerns the safety and well-being of my country. I hope you will do everything in your power


    to stop Wretched.”


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    “Of course,” Jonathan readily agreed.


    Their conversation ended there and then, and the King didn''t say anything more.


    Thymion had already begun making the necessary arrangements to defeat Wretched, but the King kept


    this information to himself.


    He saw Jonathan as a chance to gain an advantage and didn''t see any harm in doing so.


    After reassuring Vananeru that everything would be okay, he arranged for Jonathan and Vananeru to


    spend the night at a hotel and treated them like VIPs.


    “We will let you know immediately the moment we receive news of Wretched the Great,” the King


    promised.


    Jonathan nodded, bid farewell to the King, and left with Vananeru.


    The Grand Pce hotel, arranged by the King, was a luxurious hotel with a garden-themed setting.


    While it did not have the official ssification of a five-star hotel due to its size, it was a serene and


    refined ce to stay, akin to a private vi.


    Jonathan and Vananeru stayed in neighboring rooms.


    However, Vananeru couldn''t bear to stay alone in her room, so she went to Jonathan''s room.


    Jonathan had her sit down and poured her a cup of lukewarm coffee as he knew she was worried.


    “Are we going to wait for the news here?” Vananeru asked Jonathan.


    “Do we have a better idea?” Jonathan replied.


    “How do you think my father is coping? Will Wretched humiliate him?” Vananeru asked, worried.


    Jonathan didn''t feel any pity for Gd and knew that Wretched would undoubtedly humiliate him.


    After all, it was Gd''s fault for being mean to Wretched before.


    However, he tried to console Vananeru, saying, “Don''t worry, Wretched the Great won''t do something


    so despicable.”


    “Really?” Vananeru asked earnestly.


    “Yes,” Jonathan pretended to be certain.


    “Wretched won''t kill my father, right?” Vananeru asked another question.


    “It won''t,” he replied, trying to reassure her.


    “I trust you,” Vananeru said and fell silent.


    Jonathan began to ponder who would be strong enough to defeat Wretched.


    Its physical strength was unmatched, unlike anything he had ever seen before.


    Even Gd was unable to do anything about it.


    Jonathan felt that it would be challenging to defeat Wretched, even if Mabel found a formidable


    opponent to stand up against it.


    The person who came to mind was Lance, the Emperor of Chanaea. I wonder if Lance can stand up


    against Wretched? It shouldn''t be a problem, right? After all, he''s an individual of merit now. What a


    shame he''s roaming Void Domain right now. There''s no way I can locate him.


    Jonathan sat down cross-legged and decided to meditate to calm his scattered thoughts.


    Vananeru left him to it and returned to her room in silence, though minutes felt like hours to her.


    Time passed by.


    As nightfall descended upon the city, Mapleton remained a bustling metropolis.


    The air was filled withughter and music as people crowded the streets, reveling in the joy of the


    moment.


    The roads were congested with traffic, and the cheerful chatter of tourists echoed through the city''s


    every temple.


    Everywhere one looked, there was an abundance of exotic foods and tropical fruits, creating a dazzling


    feast for the senses.


    However, at this moment, the king and several high-ranking officials were feeling anxious.


    They knew that behind the bustling cityy the ticking time bomb of Wretched the Great.


    If it began killing and spreading fear, it would deal a fatal blow to Mapleton''s tourism industry.


    Thymion had already suffered a severe blow during the previous financial crisis.


    After recovering from the crisis, Mapleton would fall into a spiral of destruction if they were to face an


    attack from Wretched the Great.


    The King couldn''t help but go to the Grand Pce to pray. Oh gosh, what have we done to deserve


    such punishment time and time again?