The Third Prince Of Darkness

(Third-Person POV)

A woman with golden blonde hair was elegantly sipping coffee from a cup while seated on a large, throne-like chair. Her movements were extremely graceful, and it was clear she had undergone extensive etiquette training for a long time. After all, she was none other than Princess Kayle.

Kayle was gazing at the woman in front of her, who had turquoise hair. Yes, this woman was Marsiel, the daughter of Elbuanur, the fifth concubine. Marsiel stood nervously, trying to meet the intense red eyes of the person before her.

"Have you finally made up your mind? Will you help me?" Kayle asked.

Marsiel clenched her small hands into fists and spoke with determined eyes. "Yes. I will help you. I will pay for both my redemption and my mother's. I will assist you in catching my brother... But I have one condition. I don't want him to suffer... Please accept this request, Your Excellency," Marsiel said with a deeply depressive expression on her face.

"I accept... Of course, Ethan will be the one to kill him, but I will convey your request to him," Kayle replied.

Marsiel took a deep breath and wiped away a single tear that fell from her eye with the back of her hand. She had seen how terrifying Ethan was during the tournament and didn't want to become an enemy of such a frightening man. In fact, what Marsiel really wanted was to protect her mother. One day, Ethan would become king, and it was likely that he would kill her mother for revenge, along with herself and her brother.

This was why Marsiel had accepted the offer. She would act as bait for Kayle. According to the plan, when Ethan went on a dungeon hunt, Kayle would return to Asina and bring her brother here. When Ethan returned from the dungeon hunt, Kayle would present Markuol as a gift to him. In this way, Kayle would win the love of her beloved brother.

Now Kayle needed one more ally. She wanted to kidnap Markuol as quietly and cleanly as possible, leaving no evidence that would put Ethan in a difficult position.

"You may go now. I will notify you the day before we leave," Kayle said, her face breaking into a striking smile.

Marsiel stood up but, before leaving, bowed respectfully. "Your Excellency, the only reason I am cooperating with you is to ensure my mother's safety. Please, Your Excellency, speak to Excellency Ethan about this situation," Marsiel said in an extremely respectful tone.

"Of course, don't worry, dear. I will take care of it," Kayle assured her.

After Marsiel bowed once more, she left the room, leaving Kayle alone. As Kayle took the last sip of her coffee, her smile widened. She imagined how happy she would be when she gave Ethan Markuol, bloodied and battered. A lock of golden hair fell behind her ear as she smiled, thinking of the future.

Now, she needed to find an ally, but she had already found one. She had chosen a hidden mouse for herself. She knew she could convince that mouse, the one who was always attached to Ethan and never left his side. That mouse, just like Kayle, would want to make Ethan happy. Kayle smiled widely, thinking about how perfect her plan was. Then a knock at the door sounded.

"Come in!"

A few women entered, among them a timid woman with purple hair. Her body was full-figured, but not overly so. Kayle's smile diminished, though it didn't disappear. She stood up and looked at the woman, who was standing a little nervously among the group of unit. Kayle approached her.

"So, your name is Ganea, and until a few years ago, you were a servant in my country's palace. But when you found out you were pregnant, you left the palace out of fear. Am I right?" Kayle asked.

"Y-yes, Your Excellency!" Ganea confirmed, nodding as her purple hair swayed.

"And you think this child is my brother Prince Ethan's, don't you?" Kayle asked, moving even closer.

"Y-yes, Your Excellency! I swear, it was my first and only time," Ganea replied, stammering.

"So, are you saying that Prince Ethan, who can bed any woman he wants, slept with you? And even left you pregnant after just one time, is that it?" Kayle said, walking until she stood directly in front of the woman.

"Yes, Your Excellency, I swear!"

Kayle looked at her carefully and studied her body. Then she brought her hand down and grabbed the woman's vagina hard with her palm.

"Ahhh! Your Highness?"

Kayle was looking into Ganea's eyes while still squeezing the woman's vagina. "So you're telling me that my brother entered this hole here.... Then tell me how big was it?" Kayle asked as her smile widened.

The question shocked Ganea as she stood dumbfounded and in pain, but she quickly pulled herself together and tried to remember the day. The day he dressed Prince Ethan with the servants, and after his penis became hard, Prince Ethan chose him out of all the servants. It was the happiest day of her life and also the most pleasurable.

"Well.... It was-it was quite big...." He replied in a low voice.

"How big was it, exactly? "Kayle asked again in the same tone.

"Well... Well... It was probably from my wrist to my elbow..." Ganea replied shyly

The other women in the room, who were members of Kayle's sorority, were looking at Ganea with very puzzled expressions. But Kayle's smile only narrowed.

"That's right... Unfortunately you got that right..... Bring that boy to me and if he's really Ethan's, I'll take care of you two." She said, but she sounded very depressed.

Ganea nodded vigorously and walked out, but as she did so, she had one thing on her mind. How had Princess Kayle realized that she was right? After all, the prince can't see Ethan's "thing.".... Or could he? Ganea's guess was sort of right. In fact, Kayle had many times secretly watched Ethan taking a bath or masturbating as a teenager.

And the reason Kayle was upset was because Ethan wasn't the one carrying her first child. I think Kayle's mind had already been corrupted. Kayle sat back in her chair, unhappy. She had to get Ethan quickly, or she might have more children soon.

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(Ethan POV)

"Well... So, you have a daughter now, right? What does it feel like to be a father?" Ellera asked.

Honestly, I wouldn't say that being a father feels as strange, or at least as different, as people say. I could only describe it as a strong sense of protection and happiness.

"I don't feel any different. I just want to protect my daughter in some way. Of course, I already love her very much, but there's no divine feeling or anything like that."

Ellera thought for a moment before replying, "So, what you mean is, everything feels normal, but it's somehow like a responsibility? A desire to protect your daughter…"

"Yes, exactly. The instinct to protect a life is unlike anything else. With every step, every breath, you feel this drive to do everything you can to make sure nothing goes wrong... But at the same time, there's also this urge to give her a chance to explore the world and live. Finding a balance can be difficult sometimes."

Ellera tilted her head, processing what I said. "I understand. But still... it must be something very special."

"It is. And if you don't drink the Choun tea, we'll probably have a child of our own," I said, stroking Ellera's bare stomach.

"Hmmm... As much as I want that, I don't think having a child right now is the right decision... But if you want, I can change my mind," Ellera said, turning her face towards me.

"Whatever you want, beautiful," I said, and kissed her lips again. Ellera responded, but I pulled away from her soft lips, though it pained me.

"The curfew will start soon. It's probably best if we leave now."

We had already done it four times, but I still had the desire to do it again. It could be said that Ellera's gravity pulled me towards her. But of course, I couldn't let this overshadow my love for my other women. I would likely have a large harem in the future, and to avoid any issues, I needed to treat each of my women fairly.

Ellera sat up in bed and turned to me before heading toward the bathroom. Seeing all the marks I had left on her body, I couldn't help but smile.

"You can go ahead. I'll clean myself up," she said, heading for the bathroom. Her full hips swayed behind her.

I stood up, dressed, and headed toward the exit. Although I had left many marks on Ellera, she had left dozens of pleasure marks on my body as well. Especially on my neck, where many visible marks were clear. Anyone who looked at me for more than a few seconds could notice them. Thankfully, thanks to my powerful magic and the strength provided by the dark element, they would be gone by tomorrow.

By the time I returned to the main hall of the unit, I noticed that it was already night. The members of the unit had returned to their quarters, but there was one person still there. Standing in front of the door, with a sad expression, was my roommate, Taktav... I still hadn't gotten used to that funny name.