I Screwed the Novel's Plot

Damian Atreilight.

How could Fedel describe that little boy? Damian loved to read books and spent most of his time in the library. He was talented, especially as an Elementalist. You could see how much he enjoyed being taught by Chislon Andreas.

People said that he lacked words and expressions. As for the words, Fedel couldn't say anything about it. But when it came to expressions Damian was quite expressive.

Especially when expressed his displeasure. When he trained with his grandfather; Duke Aeneas, you could see how much he frowned. Maybe he didn't have an enthusiasm for Weapon Art.

In his eyes, Damian looked like someone who had trust issues. He was a difficult person to approach. He didn't trust people easily and always put a thick wall around him. Even with his mother, but not as much as others.

Fedel's eyebrows furrowed, and not only him, the maids, and butlers, all of them had the same reaction. They turned at him in unison. It wasn't rude or without reason, but they just realized something–something 'fatal' had occurred.

Fedel faced the door behind him. Damian's presence completely vanished inside the chamber, they couldn't feel it at all. Fedel knocked on the door.

"Your Highness?"

However, there was no answer. He knocked once again.

"Your Highness?"

Remained no answer.

"Your Highness, I'm coming in."

With that, Fedel opened the door and all that greeted him was just an empty room. Fedel checked the bathroom and closet, but Damian was nowhere to be found. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fist tightly.

Five days ago. He should have realized when that brat started to act weird. Of course, he was scheming something behind Fedel's back, just like when he blew up the library. Fedel got out of Damian's chamber and met with other maids and butlers.

"The Prince is missing. Go and search for him. Also, ask the Guards to join in the search."

"We understand."

With that, all of them spread to start looking for Damian.

Fedel immediately rushed to the Blink Sphere room and headed towards the Empress Palace. Once arriving, without wasting any time Fedel ran as fast as he could.

The moment his eyes caught a maid, he grabbed the maid's shoulders and forcibly turned her to face him. Of course, this action made the maid scream in shock.

"Where is Her Majesty?"

"Her–Her Majesty is in the drawing room."

Obtaining the information he needed, he instantly sprinted to the Drawing Room. Upon seeing Fedel, the Guards blocked him.

"Her Majesty has a meeting--"

Ignoring the Guard's warning, Fedel broke through easily and barged in. As the door abruptly swung open, the three-person inside the room spun their heads at the sound. The Empress abruptly rose from her seat.

"Fedel, what is going on?"

"You! Stop right there!"

When the Guards were about to capture Fedel.

"Prince Damian has gone missing."

What came out of Fedel's mouth froze everyone, especially the Empress. Her complexion turned pale and she was staggered. Her lady-in-waiting hurriedly balanced her.

"Ian--no. His Majesty–please tell His Majesty to dispatch a search team!"

"I--I understand."

Lady Sancus helped the Empress to sit on the couch before she immediately left the room. Eventually, the Empress tried her best to remain calm even though her hands were uncontrollably shaking and tears rolled down her cheeks. Theresa was beyond shocked right now. She glanced at Fedel.

"Did Damian wear the telesphere that I gave to him?"

"Yes, The Prince did."

"Then we can track him--"

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Theresa and Fedel turned to the noise. Chislon Andreas was looking at his telesphere. He raised his head and gazed at the Empress.

"I think I know where Prince Damian is."

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A white-haired man in his late thirties sat on the tallest podium. His magenta eyes stared boredly at the paper in his hand.

"Tsk."

He clicked his tongue in annoyance as he placed down the paper on the table. He stared at every single head in the conference room. Dariush could vividly see how uncomfortable and awkward they were when he eyed them, one by one.

"Do you know how much money I pour into funding the investigation team?"

–Tuk –Tuk –Tuk

Dariush tapped the table whilst patiently waiting for someone to answer him. However, no one in the room dared to speak, the only sound he could hear was just a ticking clock. Although the Emperor looked calm on the outside, please, you shouldn't be fooled.

"Yet, what I got--"

Dariush took the paper and tossed it. The audience could see how the paper dramatically landed on the floor.

"--just a piece of trash."

Again, a silence.

Dariush heaved a deep sigh. It felt like he was talking to a wall.

"Since there's no one willing to answer, how about we start with the Investigation Team Leader?"

The Investigation Team Leader's complexion turned pale and his face was covered in sweat.

"It's--it's really hard for us, be--because they don't leave any trace--"

"Trace?!!"

Dariush cut and slammed the table. He stood and shouted furiously.

"Do you think the culprit would stupidly enough to leave a trace?! That's the same as you asking an assassin to leave their evidence at the crime scene! Are you nuts!?"

However, a sudden ruckus made all of them whirl their heads to the entrance. The door swung open revealing a woman that was restrained by the Guards.

"Your Majesty please dispatch a search team!"

Recognizing who the woman was, Dariush raised his hand and the Guards let her go.

"Lady Sancus, what is this commotion?"

Lady Sancus hurriedly bowed.

"Her Majesty requests for Your Majesty to dispatch a search team."

"Dispatch a search team? For what?"

"The Second Prince, Prince Damian has gone missing."

Dariush froze.

However, before he could make any response, another person entered the conference room. The appearance of the man who wore a full set of golden armor caught everyone's attention. The armored man strode straight to the Emperor's podium. He knelt before Dariush and presented an envelope.

"The Yovanny Kingdom has declared war."

The silent room now turned into a room full of commotion.

"Sire, we wait for your order."

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