Magic: Reincarnate from high-voltage electricity at the start, level up independently.

Just as the eldest brother of the Wei family pried at William's molar with his dagger, the words "Fish King" came out of Wei Lin's mouth.

His wrist froze, the knife tip stopped on his gums, and he seemed to be put on pause.

"I don't know."

The eldest brother slowly turned his head, wrinkles piling up at the corners of his eyes, and lowered his voice: "The Fish Emperor hasn't shown his face for many years. We ministers don't even know if he's alive or dead."

"Right now, the kingdom's affairs are all being handled by just a few of us."

"Really not even a single word?"

On the sofa, William put down his embroidery, stood up, and walked to his eldest son, staring intently at him. "The palace isn't that big. Where can he hide? He can't just abandon us like this, can he?"

The eldest brother turned his head, his gaze falling on Wei Lin's face, and gently shook his head. "If there is anyone in this world who knows the whereabouts of the Fish King, it can only be that little girl in the palace."

His tone shifted to that of an elder brother's admonition: "Second brother, you're just too impatient. If William can win the Music God Grand Ceremony this time, the Wei family's prestige will surpass that of the Duo family."

"At that time, we will be able to dethrone them without losing a single soldier, and let the Wei family truly reach the pinnacle in our generation."

The eldest brother, getting excited, flashed a glint of light in his cloudy eyes: "Besides, once the competition begins, the Celestial Gods will surely appear. I refuse to believe the Fish King would dare to hide away!"

"That would be a grave disrespect, punishable by the gods. Who could bear that? We'll just need to stir things up behind the scenes, and the people will naturally take to the streets to denounce us. The Duo family's prestige will plummet, and we can take over rightfully."

William listened and sighed.

He knew his older brother was right; the road ahead seemed smooth no matter how you looked at it. But he still felt uneasy, as if something bad was about to happen.

"I hope so..." he murmured, sitting back down on the sofa, his fingers unconsciously twisting the embroidery thread.

Meanwhile, at the Kejia Manor on the outskirts of the city.

At 2 a.m., the moonlight was mostly obscured by clouds.

A dark figure crept stealthily to the guest room window.

She was dressed in black, with half her face covered, only revealing a pair of blue eyes that darted around, looking her over.

After confirming that there were no patrolling guards outside the courtyard wall, she straightened up, took out a thin wire from her bosom, and gently pried open the window bolt.

The window was silently pushed open a crack, and she slid in like a fish, landing almost without a sound.

The guest room was pitch black, with only the sound of steady, long breathing coming from the bed.

"Looks like she's asleep." Clara chuckled to herself, taking off her mask to reveal half of her playful face.

She was the eldest daughter of the Ke family and one of the owners of this manor, but sneaking into a guest's room in the middle of the night was a first for her.

Clara walked barefoot across the floor, not even daring to put on shoes. When she reached the bedside, she paused for two seconds, listening intently to any sounds coming from the bed.

Breathing is even and there are no abnormalities.

A smile played on her lips as she gently lifted a corner of the blanket and slipped inside like an eel.

A faint, youthful fragrance instantly enveloped her, like a bamboo forest after the rain, a scent Clara knew all too well.

She took a deep breath and felt all the fatigue in her body dissipate.

Under the covers, she groped around and found a soft spot, pinching it through her thin nightgown.

It feels great to the touch.

She silently thought to herself, "Arya, if you don't resist, I'm coming in!"