Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 565.1: Choice (1)

Looking at the multicolored crystal and the glowing scepter, Roel suddenly stiffened up.

He released a burst of mana inside the tightly-guarded hall, expanding his senses to determine the voice’s origin. He had suddenly put his guard up, not just because of the familiar voice that had appeared out of nowhere but the content of the message too.

Begin? Begin what?

Roel clenched his fists as he instinctively sensed that it wasn’t anything good. Meanwhile, Adola tilted her head in confusion.

“Milord? You…”

“…No, it’s nothing.”

Roel shook his head after a moment of silence, choosing not to explain his outburst. Adola and the others didn’t pursue the matter, either. It would have been a grievous crime if it had been anyone else, but it was okay because it was him.

This incident caused him to suddenly lose interest in the scepter, and he decided to return to the Mother Goddess’ room.

Peace finally returned to the Moonsoul Tower.

Roel sat on a comfortingly warm jade chair with highly strung-up nerves, almost reminiscent of a spear about to be thrust forth or an arrow about to be shot. His mana furiously gushed within his body like a beast that couldn’t be soothed.

He had even sent Adola out to get some time to himself.

All this while, he had always maintained a skeptical attitude about the mysterious voice he had heard right before the assassination. This was the only mystery he had yet to solve thus far, and he suspected that it might be an important clue for him to break the current status quo.

Who could have thought that this clue would be far larger than he had expected?

You have done well. We’ll begin two days from now.

The fact that those words were spoken at the very moment he laid his eyes on the divine scepter that controlled the Six Calamities gave them a lot of weight.

Roel settled down in a chair and quietly gazed at the distant horizon for an entire afternoon, till a knock on the door pulled him out of his thoughts.

“What’s wrong? Didn’t I say not to disturb me?”

“Yes, milord, but something ha

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