Now that everyone was gone and he knew about his body, he finally had the chance to talk to Alfyon, the system that had been stuck within his mind.
[How about the prince's soul? Where is it?]
[Lyonel Ingrave's soul is in hibernation. After the attack, it suffered too much damage, barely surviving. That's how your soul managed to enter his body.]
[What will happen when his soul wakes up?]
[Complete Soul will be activated.]
[What do you mean?]
[Additional information shall be provided to the host after the complete assimilation of the host body.]
Another dizzy spell assaulted him and memories flooded his mind. It appeared in fragmented glasses where images of these memories appeared. His jaws tightened and brows knitted as he slowly absorbed Lyonel Ingrave's memories, merging with his soul's own memory.
From these memories, he learned of the current situation within Ingracia and the changes that had happened within the ten years after he died. A surge of anger washed over him as he was reminded of how the world had forgotten about him and his family. The House of Everleigh was replaced just a week after its massacre.
He also learned that this body was adept and was considered a genius when it comes to the use of magic. This memory reminded him of his younger brother who was a brilliant mage but his supposed future was cut off just because of a baseless accusation that brought down his family's demise.
When he woke up the next day, he silently waited for anyone to come. He pushed his body up and scooted back to rest his upper body on the bed's headrest. Illuine, who was now in Lyonel's body, couldn't help but laugh, an eerie laugh formed through his magic. The irony of it all still left him speechless. The very royal family who let his family suffer and disappear is now the family he belonged to for his revenge.
But he doesn't even remember if there was a Lyonel within the royal family. However, King Vander was popular back then and during that time he was still the crown prince. Now that he thought of it, he had not heard anything about the old king, the person who had a hand on his death.
The memory of that night resurfaced like it just happened yesterday. The protruding blades on his chest and stomach was the only indication why they were in that predicament. It was an oversight on his part or was it because he trusted that man too much? He did not know because in the battlefield filled with blood and death, everything could happen but this betrayal, he did not see coming.
Blood stained his black clothes and soaking it wet as he fell on his knees as his vision blurred. For a moment, he remained still. They were right, your life flashes before your eyes as the hands of death slowly wrap you in its embrace. Its icy tendrils start to numb not only the body but also the soul.
Before drawing his last breath, Illuine saw bloody boots stopping in front of him, the same standard foot wear given to every soldier of their kingdom.
"Some war god you are and yet you can't even see this coming?" Sneered the man, looking down at the kneeling man before him. "But thanks to your stupidity, this plan succeeded smoothly."
Illuine wanted to talk back and curse the person but only the metallic taste of his own blood filled his mouth. Indeed he was stupid, he trusted the man and treated him like his own blood brother, favoring him and supporting him because he reminded him of his own brother back home.
And because of that stupidity, it costed him the lives of his comrades and his own. Angry, he wanted to kill the man and yet no matter how he wanted to do so, his body wouldn't move and his breaths became shallow.
"I will return to Ingracia in full glory, and be treated as a hero. This will be my greatest achievement, killing the traitor that plotted against his own kingdom."
The unsheathing of the sword rang in Illuine's ear and he already knew what was coming. 'A traitor?' He could almost laugh at the accusation. No one would believe such a fabricated story, his family would never believe that kind of tale.
His family, at that thought, his father's powerful gaze, his mother's warm and his brother's playful character kept him company before he finally relented to the darkness as the sharp blade came down and ended his life. It was just a shame that he was not able to see them one last time.
Drowned by the dying battle cries and sharp crows of the black ravens perched amongst the blackened branches of the trees, there was silence. It was the only witness to the tragic demise of the brave warriors whose names would not be remembered as courageous and heroic. Their bravery was tarnished by greed and power.
His shoulders shook but this time no sound came from himi. It was as if fate was mocking him. He finally took several deep breaths to calm himself before he sighed. He could only accept this now, it doesn't matter as long as he accomplishes his goal.
This time Grand Marshall Craine entered the room. He was not there yesterday as he was tied up with other things when the crown prince woke up.
"Your highness," relief washed over him after seeing the prince awake, "I am happy to see that you are awake."
Illuine nodded in acknowledgement at the Grand Marshall's words. He took a deep breath as he told himself to get used to the title and to the name. He needed to live as the crown prince and fulfill his duty attached to his status, especially because his position would give him the advantage against his enemies.
Using sound magic, Lyonel sent a message to the general, **Where are they?**
Grand Marshall Craine already knew who he was talking about. "They are with their families now."
**The culprits?** It was a question that the Grand Marshall had been anticipating.
He debated for a long time but as much as he did not want to upset the prince, he still needed to tell him the truth. "We are investigating it secretly."
Lyonel frowned at what he heard. **Secretly? Why? Shouldn't you be doing it openly to let those who are behind this know that the royal family will not let this go?**
Even through the use of sound magic, the Grand Marshall could still feel the anger behind the prince's words.
"I understand your concern but the circumstances are complicated," he paused for a few seconds and gave the prince a look, "your highness, have you forgotten what happened during the assassination?"
The prince's brows furrowed, **What are you talking about?**