Chapter 1898 The Peculiar Fifth Prince Frederik
Sigh… Well, it's better to get it done and dusted with. Frederik looked at them, his black bang's grieving everyone an innocent look. If anyone in this world had ever watched Mob Psycho 100, they would know that Prince Frederik looked like Mob, only a lot more handsome. His hairstyle was exactly the same and even his entire personality seems to be somewhat dense. "Taking the throne… this is what you all want?" All 3 subordinates bobbed their heads vigorously, "Yes, yes!!" They have been wanting this for years now. "Then fine." Frederik shrugged. "We'll join the battle for the throne…" Wow! Many exclaimed with excitement. "Nevertheless, we will continue covertly. We are not yet strong enough to take action."
Massaging his smooth chin, Frederik fell deep in thought. Laying low was indeed the best strategy for the time being. Though weak-looking and scrawny in nature, one should never underestimate Frederik's intellect. If he wished, he could become a great battle strategist. Of course, he would definitely lose in battle against his siblings. But his brain worked in superior ways than many could imagine. He loved using his brain for experimenting and designing artifacts instead. He loved blacksmithing and many other hands-on professions. What's more, he, Frederik, had the unique power of water control. That's right. He could control water, making one drown in a bubble of water floating around their heads or even turning a patch of land into quicksand. It's just that the amount of water he could control at a time was limited. He found that he could only control the quantity of water equivalent to 3 medieval styled bathtubs. Any more and he would get headaches or lose consciousness. Seeing the happy smiles on their faces made Frederik smile. Well, he wasn't the sort to waste time when deciding on something. "My oversight has led to a lack of intelligence on our adversaries. We must first create a diagram—a tree diagram detailing all major enemies and their connections."
With that, Frederik took out the Baymardian pencil and paper given to him and began drawing and scribbling away. His brothers and even sisters were tagged as major enemies competing for the throne with him. Don't forget his uncle who has been trying to kill his father and all of them off too.
He also had another cousin whose father died. That cousin inherited the dukedom and Duke title of his father but wasn't satisfied.
The guy still thought of the throne day and night and thought he was being sneaky about it. But even a baby could see that he too was eyeing the throne. After putting down all main figures, Frederik had to figure out what major noble clans, heads, powers and monsters were behind each sibling. Who was under whose faction? Who was a loyal dog to whom? There were just too many nobles in the Laboon Empire for anyone to humanely remember. What Frederik cared about were the top dogs, the top people in power who control a massive number of nobles underneath them. These people were like little monarchs of their own with how much power they had at their fingertips. Other nobles would typically try marrying their daughters into these powerhouses. Some noble families would also commit crimes to favor these powerhouses without even getting orders directly from these strong men. Some noodles would act this way so that they could get into their good graces and one day get noticed. Frederik was creating a Tree Map using all the information currently known to him. But… he was also painfully aware that his earlier lack of participation for the throne, made him neglect keeping up with the turbulent power struggling world. "Decan, Bain, Kilmonga… start here. Start with these people. Gather as much Intel as you can, adding it subtracting into the list." Fredrik continued–
"I want a full report on which power houses have already fallen, which ones stay afloat, how they're all connected and what their next plans are towards the throne."
In short, he wanted to know everything. Only in this way can he make a foolproof plan with minimal chances of failure. Seeing how swift the engines in Frederik's head were churning, everyone's eyes turned moist. 'Sure enough, we didn't follow the wrong person. His Highness might be slow in joining the action, but he will definitely come out victorious!' His meticulous planning and even the assignments he gave to them impressed them greatly. Alas… It was a pity his Highness chose to hide his talent as a military strategist. Nonetheless, hiding it did have its perks. For if the world knew just how brilliant he was in this aspect, who knows if he could have survived for this long. . Plan, plan, plan. That was all Frederik planned to do for the next 3 days until his meeting. Meanwhile, far, far away in another continent, a masked man in fine attire, calmly stepped out of his ship, escorted by his men, all addressed in black and green.
Those in the way subconsciously shifted their bodies aside with a sense of fear crawling up their spines. Don't ask them why, but something told these passersby that should they annoy this man, perhaps they would find themselves swimming with the fishes before the day ends. The air conditioning from the masked man was just too bad. Who had offended him? Why was he walking around with the aura of death cloaking him? Hello sir… don't you know that fuming in anger while walking will take off 10 additional years to your age? Just because you are wearing that iron mask, don't think they can't tell you must be frowning underneath. Soon, the man stepped into his carriage. "Head for Brighton Palace." Brighton Palace was one of his official estates granted to him. Daniel Lockhart, Crown Prince of Dafaren, stared out his carriage window, still thinking of the humiliation he received in Carona.
Although he was incredibly pissed at Santa for making him 1-ball sack less, his ultimate fury was still focused on Penelope. In the end, it was all that whores fault! If she had chosen him right from the start, then would he ever have to lose any of his balls? Now, all because of her, he was walking funny to balance the weight of having only one ball hanging on his side. 'Damn B**ch! Just you wait. I promise I'll make you beg for my touch… even if it's the last thing I fucking do in this life!'
