The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

Looking down, Anthony saw his miserable situation, with only five pieces left after his defeat, and the stark difference in strength between his opponent, who had almost no casualties.

Oh, this.

His lips twitched, and he protested in a low voice:

"You're humiliating me!"

Please, have some decency!

In response to Anthony's protest, Sophie simply said:

"Really, I just have a good intuition."

Intuition...it's intuition again.

Anthony recalled the scene from before, and still felt a chill run down his spine. He couldn't help but say:

"...You really went crazy last night."

Based on just these few vague hints, Sophie dared to spout nonsense in front of that terrifying Skeleton King.

The curse of the Tarot has descended; the twenty-two cards, representing mysteries, are scattered throughout this kingdom.

Following them were hundreds of crazed apostles.

They have already awakened within the bodies of mortals, taken control of their minds and bodies, and are hiding among the crowd, waiting for their opportunity.

In their struggle for power, they will bring bloodshed and fire, pain and death to this country.

But do not worry, the valiant king will end all of this.

That's a legend. Even at his peak, Anthony wasn't confident he could handle it, let alone the fact that he had been poisoned by a deadly poison due to carelessness.

In that situation, if Sophie had said just one wrong word, they would have faced an irrecoverable and tragic fate.

It was torn apart by hundreds of undead and immediately exited the battlefield.

But Sophie did it anyway, without hesitation.

And it actually worked!

“No, your Jasmine family has always been like this… daring to take risks.”

Although Sophie's actions last night seemed very risky, Anthony has to admit that it was actually very much in the Jaslin family style.

This is so Jasmine!

To outsiders, Jasmine's family has always seemed like gambling prodigies, perpetually winning gamblers.

Are you really sure those "prophecies" you've made will come true?

Snapped.

After finishing the last page of the book, Sophie gently closed it, shut her eyes, and shifted her position, saying:

"Yes, and this is not my intuition, but a simple guess."

"You saw those scenes on our way here yesterday. Those injured contestants certainly won't give up."

Anthony was about to say something, but then he seemed to remember something and frowned thoughtfully.

"If it were you, what would you do if you wanted to find these Tarot cards?"

I can……

"What if these Tarot cards are in the hands of certain people and cannot be easily taken away? Wouldn't there be a struggle for them?"

Slowly opening her eyes, Sophie looked at her fiancé, raised her hand to gently stroke his cheek, and whispered:

"So... is a well-ordered, watertight country more suitable for action? Or is a fragmented, chaotic country more suitable?"

chaos.

Anthony understood what Sophie meant.

Only when things get chaotic will the contestants have a chance.

"Moreover, those impatient guys won't have the patience to wait until night, especially when they realize that nighttime is no match for the undead."

grunt.

Anthony swallowed hard; he understood completely.

For most of the participants, the current situation is awkward.

At night, you have the strength, but the undead residents are harder to kill. It's easier to kill enemies during the day, even though you're weaker.

Therefore, safe daytime has become the best time to cause trouble.

"But wouldn't that make them even easier to kill?"

This is relative; while indigenous people are easily killed, contestants can be killed just as easily.

Aren't they worried about being sent to their deaths?

"Anthony, do you think you can handle a few ordinary soldiers in your current condition?"

Anthony blinked, thought for a moment instinctively, and then quickly said:

"...How many? You underestimate me! As long as they don't all swarm at me, a dozen or so shouldn't be a problem."

I am a soldier who has undergone rigorous modern training. Dealing with ordinary people is a piece of cake for me.

Just kidding, could an Awakened One possibly... um!

?

"Looks like you're not completely stupid after all, that's reassuring! Yes, it's not just you who thinks that way, they think the same way."

Anthony's eyes widened as he saw Sophie narrow her eyes, and he saw the mockery in them.

"Ordinary people are not worth being wary of. Their previous lapses in composure were just due to carelessness. When they are ready, ordinary people are no match for them."

An ordinary person?

They're nothing but a bunch of chickens and dogs.

"Besides, even if they understand that this is a bad move, they have no choice but to make it."

Gently releasing Anthony's cheek, Sophie lifted the queen who had just beheaded the bishop, and then kicked the white queen, who was on the same diagonal line as it, to the ground.

Then, the sword is aimed at the white king!

"General... no, he's about to die."

Anthony: Huh?

"Judging from the results, my chess skills are still better than yours."

With a light, mocking tone, Sophie returned to her side-lying position.

"Also, there's something else I haven't told you."

Anthony, who was pondering his next move in his desperate struggle, noticed the change in Sophie's tone and looked up somewhat uneasily.

He saw his fiancée, her eyes calm.

she says:

"After you fainted... I was the one who bandaged your leg."

!

!

"I'm really sorry about my poor skills. I guess I need to practice with other people."

Anthony: ? ? ?

……

……

"king."

The queen's gentle voice sounded behind him, causing the king, who was pretending to be asleep in his chair, to slowly open his eyes.

Seeing the king carrying a tray towards him, the large and imposing king smiled and said:

"My Queen, you have come."

Taking the breakfast the Queen had prepared herself from her hands and placing it on the seat, the King gently kissed her cheek, pulled her directly into his arms, and let her sit on his lap.

The queen did not resist this arrangement and skillfully allowed him to lift and lower her.

"What's wrong? You don't seem very happy?"

The queen, who looked no more than thirty, gently shook her head, thought for a moment, and then said softly:

"Your Majesty, regarding the prophecy Sophie spoke of..."

But before the queen could finish speaking, the king tightened his arms around her waist and laughed confidently:

"Hahahaha! Don't worry, I'm the King of Heroes, why would I be afraid of that kind of guy?"

"Let them come! I want to see what they can do to me."

The queen was not surprised by the result. She nodded gently and rested her head against his chest, listening to his hot and strong heartbeat.

The warm sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the two of them.

The majestic king spoke, while the demure queen listened quietly in his arms.

This scene is like an oil painting that spans a thousand years.

At this harmonious moment, the study door was silently pushed open.

An arrow flashing with an eerie green light flew out quickly from the crack in the door!

Whoosh!

"who!?"

Chapter 209 Assassin and King

The palace corridors were unusually dim, with the candles extinguished.