The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra-Chapter 255: History Repeats Itself (2)

Even the explosions on the battlefield couldn’t compare to the dangerous and tense air that Spade exuded. His expressions carried calmness, yet no one would actually think that he was calm at this moment.

Before the war was finished, the engine roared, and several cars left, making an eye-catching convoy. Some protesters and the media even foolishly tried to get in the way, hoping to interview the monarch.

After all, everyone was also informed of his visit, and everyone didn’t doubt their victory. However, they are all soon destined to be disappointed.

"Your Majesty, there are people ahead." A royal guard spoke from the front seat, his voice low and even hesitant to talk, knowing Spade’s mood.

Spade’s focus was on his phone; his face was serious, and he didn’t even lift his head as he spoke.

"Don’t stop." His tone was dark and deep. The two royal guards in front were startled but complied. They contacted the car in front and told them not to stop while also giving a heads-up to the military around to quell the enthusiasm of the people before them.

Everyone, more or less, was informed of the reason for His Majesty’s mood, so they were all silent and held their breaths. Even these people have never seen Spade like this.

There was something extremely different this time. They knew no one could stop His Majesty anymore.

Amidst the questions of the crowd, the convoy didn’t stop. Some unfortunate people even stumbled after trying to get near the car; the military only looked straight-faced. They all deserved it for being stubborn after they were signaled to stop. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Their convoy quickly left the entrance of the territory. The explosions, however, were still heard and visible. Yet no one was bothered anymore about the result of this battle; their minds were all elsewhere.

The tense atmosphere seemed to still be reaching its peak; no one dared to speak at this moment. These elite royal guards could only pray that the worst-case scenario wouldn’t happen.

Spade’s expression didn’t change since he was informed of what was happening in the palace, but if one looked closely and observed him, he wasn’t as calm as he appeared to be.

His jaw was clenched as he gripped his phone tightly. Spade’s body was also trembling with his hand, which had already gone cold. He couldn’t keep his calm anymore; aside from worrying about the safety of Arren, he was also thinking of his omega father, who was also in the palace.

It was as though his heart was about to explode from his mixed emotions, and as a result, his expression seemed calm. Spade knew this calm wouldn’t last long; the moment the reality finally sank in, a rage that he had never felt before would erupt at once.

Clenching his teeth, Spade rested his head in the window, his hand holding his phone in his ear. The car was now increasing its speed; they needed to return to the capital as soon as possible.

"Ace..." Spade called as his phone was answered. Without waiting for the other line to answer, he continued. "What is happening now?" he inquired in a low tone. It was exceptionally low; it sounded tired.

The other line paused, and the heavy breathing showed his emotions.

"Your Majesty... Young Master Arren is..."

"Stop." Spade’s whole body shivered, and he didn’t want to hear the next words. Perhaps it was his own indenial in the end. Or did it also have something to do with his guilt? He himself didn’t know.

Ace didn’t continue, as he said; the whole car had become so suffocating inside that the driver had to slow down. Even Ace on the other side of the lane seemed affected by it and swallowed with difficulty.

Spade shut his eyes firmly. His grip on the phone became tighter, and if no one knew better, he was about to throw it on impulse.

"How?" he started with a whisper and, after a moment, paused. Spade’s voice became louder, an anguished roar that made everyone who heard it flinch. "How? Are you all damn useless? How did these damn rats infiltrate the palace under your noses? How? Tell me fucking how?"

Spade’s voice was so loud that everyone around Ace heard it. Ace’s ears were ringing in pain, yet he didn’t dare remove the phone from beside his ears. His head hung low guiltily; every one of them was dispirited.

The monarch wasn’t finished. And everyone knew it was only the start; those accountable would feel his wrath.

Spade opened his eyes, which had now turned bloodshot; his expression didn’t have any ounce of calmness in it. At this moment, there was a lot on his mind. His head was also throbbing, and his chest was as though about to burst out from his chest.

In his next words, Spade’s voice grew deeper, and he wasn’t screaming anymore. However, if one were to choose between his shouting his emotions and his low and dark voice, one would undoubtedly choose the former over the latter.

His voice gave a kind of terrifying chill from the bottom of everyone’s hearts and awakened their fear.

"Find them. If you all need to search the capital bare, then do it. Otherwise..." he swallowed. A fierce gaze containing his current madness appeared in his eyes. "Don’t dare appear before me again."

There was a reason Duke Merphen suspected Spade was crazier. There was also a reason that Spade’s imposing figure was such a deterrent that even the current leader of the organization, Marquis Ford, had to wait for the completion of his plan to make a move.

Spade was no saint. A rational and collected ruler who was terrifying when his limits were reached. His insanity stemmed from one thing. Then or now, it has never changed. The destruction of his limit would begin with one word, one person—Arren.

The history might have changed, and yet, it seemed something would never be prevented, no matter how persistent. After all, that was fate.

The call ended amidst the oppressive atmosphere that clouded everyone involved. Soon, another call began.

"Return," Spade ordered. He tried to be calm, yet he couldn’t suppress himself in the end. Spade at this moment was like a volcano; the moment of his eruption was inevitable.

"Levin, ah... Levin," Spade called the name of his cousin, whom he trusted so much. "Come back and find your mother. If I see her first... I won’t apologize if I accidentally killed her."

At this moment, Spade just didn’t hate this aunt of his; he loathed her so much. His emotions were in such disarray that he wasn’t even concerned about what Levin’s reaction would be to what he said. He hung up soon after. As part of Black intel, he would be soon notified of what was happening in the capital.

Spade’s body was itching; he was so uncomfortable that he wanted to shout his lungs out. The phone he was holding was already starting to crack; he threw it to the side.

Leaning his head on the car, he clenched his fist, his nails stabbing in his palm. He didn’t know this feeling; it was both familiar and also unfamiliar.

He couldn’t describe it. His emotions were so chaotic that he almost thought he was going insane! Spade could hardly think of anything. Amidst his dizziness and throbbing pain in his head, a feeling of deja vu consumed him.

It seemed a similar scenario had happened before. It was the same despair all over again.