Hunter x Hunter: From Obtaining the World to Beyond Heaven

Suddenly, Mumu Ze's shouts came from not far away:

"Dia! Poker! Come here quickly."

The two looked over at the sound and saw Mu Muze holding a swaddled baby, calling them over.

That is……

Diya narrowed her eyes slightly and saw the woman standing next to Mumu Ze—Eighth Princess Oyte.

Since there is an Eighth Princess, then the baby must be the Fourteenth Prince, Vabul.

In the original work, he was protected by Kurapika and was the prince most likely to survive to the end, which contrasted sharply with Mukozawa, who died at the beginning.

After the two approached, they bowed to Princess Oit.

Good evening, Princess Oit.

Hello.

Princess Oit forced a smile and returned the greeting to the two.

She looked very young and beautiful, dressed in a kimono, exuding the charm of a Yamato Nadeshiko (ideal Japanese woman), but there seemed to be some worry in her eyes.

“This is my fourteenth sister, Vabur.”

Mumu Ze hugged Wabul and excitedly showed it to Dia.

Diya, unsurprised, gave a perfunctory bow:

"Good evening, Your Highness Prince Vabul."

"Eh-"

Prince Vabur looked a little scared and shrank back, his little hands flailing wildly in the air.

“She’s a little shy, not that she dislikes you, Mr. Dia.”

Princess Oit looked at her daughter with a mixture of helplessness and affection, and said.

'It could also be that he's afraid of dying.'

Pokson thought to himself, if the succession war breaks out, they might have to kill each other with their own hands.

"Princess Oit just asked Third Brother about that..."

Mumu Ze paused for a moment and looked at Princess Oyte.

The princess continued:

"The Succession War".

"...Yes, the succession battle, I think it must be that so-called 'formal succession ceremony'."

Mumu Ze quickly pretended to be very serious and said.

“According to Prince Jolai, there will likely be a confrontation between the upper and lower princes, but that would be too cruel for me and Vabul…”

Princess Oit spoke softly, a look of bewilderment on her face:

"I really don't know what to do, Mumu Ze, can you help me, please help Wabul."

Seeing that Princess Oit was clearly panicking and had started to seek any treatment in desperation, Mumu Ze could only look to Diya for help.

Princess Oit was taken aback when she noticed Mumu Ze's gaze.

She suddenly realized that, in fact, within the Twelfth Prince's camp, Dia might actually be the core figure.

Dia thought for a moment and said:

"Princess Consort, there's no need to worry so much in advance. We have a plan for the succession war. Some of the other princes also disagree with this way of succession. In fact, the succession war may not necessarily start."

Princess Oit sighed and said:

“I know that not everyone is willing to participate in this kind of struggle, but in the end, every prince will have the desire to become king…”

This is something the Kakin royal family has been doing consistently, instilling in each prince the subconscious belief that he must become king. Fortunately, the fourteenth prince is still young.

“After I was chosen by King Naspi to enter the palace, I also fantasized about making my offspring the next king, but I only began to regret it when she actually came to me.”

A mist welled up in Oit's eyes, and his voice was filled with sorrow:

“I have no ambition for the throne now. I just hope that she can grow up safely and have a normal life, but I... I really don’t know what to do.”

As someone who rose from poverty in the slums to become Princess Kakin, Oyte's impoverished background left her completely unprepared for the current situation.

At the same time, she was unwilling to participate in the cruel power struggles within the royal family and to kill her own daughter's brothers and sisters.

In the original story, when Princess Riot saw Mukosawa being assassinated through Kurapika's abilities, she disregarded the possibility of exposing her powers and tried to save her.

"Yeah..."

Prince Vabul seemed to sense Princess Oit's sorrow and instinctively made a sound.

Dia fell into deep thought.

Princess Oit is probably the most human-like of all the princesses, as evidenced by her willingness to sacrifice her own interests to save Mumu Ze.

So when it comes to the succession battle, it won't be difficult to help her; just find a few trustworthy hunters to protect her closely.

What really puzzled him was why Nasby would choose Oyte as his queen; it couldn't possibly be just because she was pretty.

Although Princess Oit could easily be considered second or even first in terms of appearance among the eight princesses, there must be more beautiful women in a country as large as Kakin.

She came from a slum in Kakin where she was ostracized, so it's easy to imagine that Nasby must have faced considerable pressure in choosing her as his queen.

What makes Nasby go to such lengths?

The only explanation is that Princess Oyte possessed some quality that allowed Nasby to set aside his class prejudices.

Based on previous information, the answer is obvious—Princess Oyte is likely to give birth to a very special prince.

In other words, just as Princess Oit was different from other princesses, Prince Wabul was just as special as other princes.

Dia looked at the young prince, who was still just an infant, yet she could sense the danger he posed.

His talent is probably even greater than that of the known eldest and fourth princes.

But then again.

Without a genius who grows up, there is nothing.

She's still a baby, there's absolutely nothing to worry about.

"Yeah..."

Prince Vabur withdrew his hand again, seemingly sensing Dia's faint scrutiny.

She is very perceptive.

Looking at Prince Wabul, who was holding his little hand in his arms with a dazed expression, Mumu Ze's eyes softened.

She looked at the helpless Princess Oyit and said softly:

"This child will grow up to be as beautiful as you. Don't worry, if that day ever comes, I would never want a child to be involved in a struggle."

This was considered a promise, and Diya nodded silently, acknowledging Mumu Ze's decision.

Anyway, as I said before, a succession war might not actually happen.

Princess Oit's face showed gratitude, and she was about to say something when she suddenly heard a commotion at the entrance of the banquet hall.

The voices were quite rough and out of place with the elegant atmosphere of the banquet, immediately drawing everyone's attention.

A young man dressed as a royal soldier stood at the gate, and he solemnly addressed Sakata and Tenfutori, who were guarding the entrance:

"Make way! My name is Chao Yin. I am here on the orders of Lieutenant General Xian Pei to search for the assassin who broke into the royal palace!"

His words caused a stir of surprise in the room.

Sakata stood firm, his gaze icy as he said:

"Get out! I am acting on the orders of Prince Jolai, and no one is permitted to enter the tea party without an invitation!"

Asahin narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a dangerous tone:

"I'll say it one last time, this concerns the safety of the king."

Click!

Tenfutoli remained indifferent, calmly raising his gun, releasing the safety, and aiming at Chaoyin at the door.

Sakata spoke in an icy tone, as if on cue:

"I'll give you three numbers, get out."

"3..."

A flash of anger crossed Chao Yin's eyes. How dare two of the Third Prince's privately-appointed soldiers point guns at him?!

He clenched his fist, leaned forward, and pressed his head against the muzzle of Tenfortoli's gun. A grin revealed his gleaming white teeth as he said:

"Go ahead and shoot if you dare."

Tentoli looked at him calmly, his hand holding the gun steady as a mountain, not moving an inch.

He looked at him like he was watching a clown.

"2..."

Sakata's voice rang out at just the right moment.

The atmosphere seemed to freeze, with the two private soldiers and the royal army refusing to give an inch, as if a brutal bloodshed would occur once the countdown ended.

At a time of heightened tensions.

"...y"

Just as Sakata was getting to the last number, a calm voice came from the middle of the banquet:

"Okay, let him in."

Prince Jolai, holding his wine glass, said slowly and deliberately:

"Sakata, Tenfutori, that's so rude."

"I'm sorry, Your Highness!" ×2

The two private soldiers turned around and spoke in unison to Jolai.