The Hidden Extra: The Lazy Prince Refuses to Ascend The Throne

Chapter 1077: Jason’s Confession (2)

"Impossible!" Orlan exclaimed, rising to his feet. "There’s no way His Majesty Ragan would do such a thing!"

The Count and the Viscount were startled by his sudden outburst. They exchanged confused glances.

Jason smiled at his reaction. He rested both arms on the sofa’s armrests and said, "Do you think I’d lie?"

Orlan was stunned by the question.

"Ragan is my brother-in-law, and I love him dearly. There’s no way I’d commit such an act of betrayal without evidence. What do you think?"

Orlan fell silent. His mouth opened and closed as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

"Orlan, you don’t understand how I feel," Jason said with a mocking smile. "Your wife, Syra Balfron, is your childhood friend, isn’t she? You were able to marry her and have children together. You have such a happy family. To be honest, I’m really jealous."

He let out a small sigh, lowered his gaze, and stared at his half-empty teacup.

"If only Eleyna hadn’t died, my life surely wouldn’t have turned out this way."

A smile returned to his face as he looked up and gazed deeply into Orlan’s eyes.

"I wouldn’t be living in solitude. I’d have cute children of my own who could one day take my place as head of the Malvain family. But that’s not how things turned out. Eleyna is dead, and she died at the hands of Ragan Lorian. Tell me, if you were in my position, could you have stayed calm for decades?"

Orlan gritted his teeth and lowered his head.

Could he?

He didn’t know. He couldn’t say for sure. Syra was the woman he loved more than anyone. She was his first love and his childhood friend.

If she had died before they could marry, Orlan was certain he would have gone mad.

"No... this can’t be right!"

A spark returned to Orlan’s eyes. He raised his head and stared intently at Jason.

"Still, your actions are inexcusable, Duke Jason! I admit I don’t understand you, and I also admit that I might go mad if Syra died before we had a chance to marry! But you must remember that the dead cannot be brought back to life!" he said in a hoarse voice.

Eleyna had died decades ago. Seeking revenge now wouldn’t change anything.

"Who says Eleyna can’t be brought back to life?"

Jason’s sudden words shocked Orlan, the Viscount, and the Count.

"Impossible..."

The Count stumbled backward in horror.

Jason smiled faintly.

"You heard me correctly. Yes, Eleyna can be brought back to life. That’s the promise the Singularity of Light made to me."

He stood up and spread his arms wide, tilting his head back as a mad smile slowly spread across his face.

"The Singularity of Light is a being of the highest order! Its abilities are beyond the comprehension of any being in this world! If it made such a promise, then it must be true!"

He clenched both fists tightly. The fire of ambition and passion reignited in his once-pale eyes.

"You’re crazy! You’re absolutely crazy!"

The Viscount could take no more. He stood up and pointed at Jason with a trembling hand.

"Bringing back someone who died decades ago is nothing but nonsense! Even the Singularity of Light couldn’t do something like that!" he roared.

"Huh?"

The smile vanished from Jason’s face. He lowered his gaze and stared coldly at the Viscount.

"What would you know, you lowly noble?"

"Y-You—"

Before the Viscount could finish his retort, a dagger flew in from a distance and lodged itself in his throat.

"Argh!"

The Viscount’s eyes widened in terror. He desperately clutched the dagger lodged in his throat.

Under the horrified gazes of Orlan and the Count, the Viscount collapsed forward, blood streaming from his wound.

Jason looked at him with disgust, as if he were nothing more than a piece of trash.

He then turned to Orlan and the Count, who were both visibly terrified, and smiled.

"Now you understand my reasoning, don’t you? Any objections?"

Orlan clenched his fists tightly, but after a few seconds, he slowly relaxed them.

He glanced at the Viscount’s corpse with a complicated expression before turning back to Jason.

"What if it’s all just a trick? What if the Singularity of Light and the Holy Empire of Valtanir are deceiving you? What will you do?"

Jason’s smile froze.

His eyes turned cold as he replied, "That won’t happen!"

Orlan let out a long sigh. He realized that trying to reason with Jason was pointless.

"Since you’re so determined, I won’t stand in your way. But remember, your actions will have consequences. The Imperial Palace will come to arrest you," he said indifferently.

Instead of showing any fear, Jason merely smiled.

"I’ll run away before they get the chance."

Orlan’s eyes widened. Before he could say anything, a sudden wave of dizziness swept over him.

His body lurched forward, but he quickly grabbed the table to steady himself.

However, the dizziness grew worse with every passing second.

"What’s happening!? Why does my head hurt so much!?"

The Count’s cry beside him startled Orlan.

He struggled to turn his head and saw that the Count was suffering from the same symptoms.

"The tea you drank was laced with a sleeping potion."

Jason’s calm voice reached Orlan’s ears. Unfortunately, he could no longer fight off the effects and soon lost consciousness.

Seeing that both men were unconscious, Jason simply smiled.

"Are we going to kill them?" Sergan asked from beside him.

Jason shook his head.

"No need. They won’t be a threat to us," he replied calmly.

Despite their earlier argument, Jason still had a shred of conscience. In a way, Orlan was a reflection of himself.

The only difference was that Orlan had found happiness with his childhood friend, while Jason hadn’t.

Sergan said nothing.

"Are the preparations finished?" Jason asked indifferently.

Sergan shook his head.

"Almost."

"Hurry up. We don’t have much time," Jason ordered coldly.

Sergan didn’t dare argue. His figure slowly faded into smoke.

Jason glanced at Orlan and the Count one last time before shaking his head.

"If only that incident in the past had never happened, I’d be happy to be friends with you, Orlan Caltheron," he whispered.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"Unfortunately, fate has decided otherwise. I hope you never have to experience what I will."

With those words, he turned and walked away.