Reincarnated with the Country System

Chapter 111 The Mystic Juggernaut!

09—11—1560 WC (2:00 am)

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Alberto then looked at the bodies again and said "Which one is the princess's body anyway?"

Alberto had never seen Elina, so he didn't know what she looked like.

Alberto's gaze shifted to the general and the knights who had accompanied them. They exchanged uncertain looks before one of them stepped forward.

"The princess's body is not here"

"My Lord, there's no sign of the princess here."

Alberto frowned. "That means either she escaped... or was taken."

Maria slowly lifted her head, a spark of realization breaking through the fog of her grief.

"Elina..." she whispered.

If Elina's body was not here, then there was a chance—however slim—that she was still alive.

"Hmm.... I think the ones who attacked here kidnapped the princess."

"I'll kill them."

Maria's expression as it shifted—grief twisting into something darker. Her sorrow was quickly giving way to anger, rage bubbling up from within her like a violent storm.

Alberto was taken slightly aback by the sudden intensity in her tone.

Maria stood up, her blood-streaked dress clinging to her trembling form.

Her voice cracked as she screamed, "I'LL KILL THEM! I WON'T SPARE ANY OF THEM!"

Alberto hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Queen Maria, do you know who this could be?"

Maria turned her gaze toward him, her eyes burning with a terrifying determination.

"I have my suspicions." Her voice was eerily calm now, but beneath it was an ocean of seething hatred. "And when I find out for sure, I will kill them."

She took a step closer, her piercing gaze locked onto Alberto's. "And I want you to help me do it."

Alberto's brow furrowed.

Maria's voice softened slightly but became even more compelling. "In return, I will give you anything you want. Anything."

Her desperation was evident, but so was her unwavering resolve. She was willing to pay any price for revenge.

Maria's eyes burned with hatred as she turned back to the beast.

The general took a step forward, fists clenched. "You bastard! Who hired you!? Tell me, and I'll pay you double their offer."

The lion-man let out a low, rumbling chuckle.

"Tempting," he mused, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement. "But I have already accepted the contract. And unlike some of your kind, we have our own code of honour."

His grin widened, wicked and taunting. "We never betray our clients."

Then, without another word, he lunged forward, his war hammer swinging toward Maria with earth-shattering force.

Before the monstrous weapon could connect, Carl moved with lightning speed, drawing his sword and blocking the attack.

**CLANG!**

The impact was deafening, sending shockwaves through the room. The sheer force pushed Carl back, his boots skidding against the blood-slick floor.

Carl gritted his teeth. "Sir, I'll take care of this! You two get out of here!"

Alberto's instincts screamed at him to retreat.

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His mind raced. {What's going on here!? One danger after another. Why is there so much danger!? I shouldn't have come here. If I get out of this alive, I swear I'll never leave my country again.}

Maria was standing her ground, refusing to retreat.

Carl's sword clashed against the beast's hammer in a flurry of strikes. The half-lion roared as he swung with relentless aggression, each blow shaking the very foundation of the palace.

Maria turned to Alberto, her eyes ablaze. "We can't run. Not now."

But Alberto didn't have time to listen to her now.

He took Maria's hand and said, "We're leaving. This is not the time to get emotional."

Alberto trusted that Carl could defeat these half Beastman since he was an A-rank hero. Also, his sword was made by Circe, which she enchanted. So Alberto knew that Carl would beat it.

Carl dodged a brutal swing of the hammer, counterattacking with a precise slash across the beast's side. The lion-man snarled but barely flinched. His monstrous body was built for war.

Alberto didn't wait to see the outcome. He left the room with Maria and the others.

Maria clutched her son's body as they fled.

Her grief had not disappeared.

But now, it had transformed into something far more dangerous.