?In the sprawling expanse of the universe, amidst the countlesss thaty scattered like jewels in the vast expanse of the cosmos, there existed a low-level magic world far from the Capital of the Sun Moon Empire. This world was a ce of magic, where spells and incantations flowed like water and mystic energies coursed through the very fabric of existence.
Magnus Frost had recently led an expedition to this low-level magic and emerged victorious, having conquered it in the name of the Sun Moon Empire. But the world he had imed was not without its dangers and challenges, for it was infested with all manner of monstrous creatures.
On Avalon, the monsters gathered inpact areas known as dungeons, where they lurked and schemed, waiting for unsuspecting adventurers to stumble upon theirirs.
Among these dungeons was the infamous Kobold''s Den of Mischief, a ce of great danger and treachery.
Located deep within one of the many wildernesses of Avalon, this strange and mystical world, the Kobold''s Den of Mischief was a ce where the kobolds, a race of mischievous and cunning creatures, had made their home. It was abyrinthine maze of twisting corridors and hidden chambers, filled with traps and puzzles designed to ensnare and confuse any who dared to enter.
And yet, despite its many dangers, the Kobold''s Den of Mischief was a ce of great importance to the Crown Prince of Frost. It housed the means for him to attain greater strength, as well as an invaluable item that could aid him in his mission to suppress the rebellious members of his ns that were plotting his downfall.
"I''ll set off for Avalon tomorrow. But for now, I really need to hit the hay."
Evan waspletely drained, both mentally and physically. After only two hours of sleep, he had woken up with the memories of his previous life. Gobbling up all that info was just in exhausting. After that, he had a long chat with his dad, and then he made a major breakthrough in his cultivation and set out some ns for the future. After all that, his tiredness had reached an all-time high. He was so worn out that he knew he couldn''t soldier on without some proper rest.
ncing at the clock, he realized that it was way past midnight. With a deep sigh, he plopped down onto his cozy bed and closed his eyes, hoping for a bit of shut-eye. It only took a minute for him to drift off into a deep slumber.
The morning after, Evan woke up feeling like a new person.
"Wow, what a great sleep. I feel like a new person today."
Yawning and stretching, he relished in the feeling of a good night''s rest. This was the best sleep he had had in recent years. Maybe it''s because he had recently regained all his past memories and overcame his paranoia, which made him feel rejuvenated. It was as if a heavy weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He felt light as a feather, and his mind was as clear as a crystal. Overall, it was a refreshing change from his usual sluggish mornings.
Rubbing his eyes, he looked at the time and saw that it was already 11:30 a.m.
Evan sat on his bed, a devious smile ying on his lips. "I can finally put my n into motion."
Evan''s attention shifted toward the door as he heard a faint sounding from outside his room. He knew what had caused it.
Due to the strict rules that Evan had set down in the past rules, eunuchs were forbidden from being present near his chambers. Because he disliked the feeling of anyone lurking close to his room at night, his servants were confined to the outer premises until morning. But as the day had dawned, the servants were readily avable at his beck and call, waiting patiently outside his room.<novelsnext></novelsnext>
"Havelock, enter the room!" Evan called out loudly.
ραпdα n?νa| сom In close proximity to Evan''s room, a servant of the Frost n was partaking in a rxing ritual of sipping tea and munching on biscuits. Seated adjacent to a table positioned beside a window, he was basking in the sunlight streaming in and illuminating his countenance. He resembled an exquisite angel that appeared to have transcended beyond the realm of the mortal world. It was a sight to behold.
His name was Havelock, and he possessed a face that seemed to have been chiseled by the gods themselves. His features were delicate, yet masculine, and his skin was smooth and wless, free of imperfections. His long hair was a cascade of golden waves that framed his face perfectly, and his eyes were a deep, hypnotic green that seemed to draw people in.
In spite of his masculine birth, his appearance was more feminine and captivating than that of a woman.
His ears perked up as he picked up the call issued by the Crown Prince of Frost.
"Why on earth is that little brat summoning me at this hour of the day? Who the hell does he think he is, bossing me around like this?" muttered Havelock, clearly annoyed.
The actions he took, though, were contrary to his words. He put the cup on the table and stood up, his contorted expression simr to a person suffering from cramps.
Despite not being officially listed as Havelock''s master, it was an undeniable fact that Evan held the eunuch''s life in the palm of his hand.
On the surface, Havelock was a powerful and talented soul cultivator, but behind all that, he was a ve of the Frost n. He had been tasked with the duty of serving whoever was named Heir apparent.
Evan''s well-being was Havelock''s responsibility, though the Eunuch harbored no genuine desire to serve him.
Havelock had long been dissatisfied with his master and had been patiently waiting for Evan to be stripped of his position, but he had run out of patience and was just waiting for a chance to drag him down. Havelock feared that he would only be known as a ve who serves a waste as long as Evan was the Crown Prince. Havelock wanted to serve a morepetent person, someone worthy of being his master. He was tired of wasting his talent for a paranoid man.
As Havelock stood up from his spot, he felt a tap on his shoulder.
Startled, he turned around to see Edmund standing there, looking at him sternly.
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Important note: Havelock is a woman disguised as a Eunuch!