Shock

The next day Maxwell woke up in a very good mood. It was a long time since he had been able to desextreme.

Breakfast was fried eggs, sausage, bread, and orange juice. It wasn't a big deal, but it was a delicacy that no commoner could so easily taste.

Maxwell bit into a sausage and felt someone's gaze fixed on him. He raised his head to see his father watching him with Marcus still at his side, it seems that he fell in love with that place. Magnus's gaze was not normal, he seemed somewhat resentful.

Now that he remembered, magnus asked him to meet last night. But the unexpected rose arose and he could not meet him. Knowing it was all his fault, he gave her an apologetic look, but his gaze grew more penetrating to the point that Maxwell had to look away and focus on his food.

Coff coff ahhhherrrrrrr

Suddenly and without warning, Magnus got up from the table and started coughing like crazy as he held his throat.

Maxwell got up scared as did the whole family and before anyone could do anything, Magnus collapsed on the table with foam coming out of his mouth.

Poison!!

Maxwell was terribly scared, completely in a panic he shoved his fingers down his throat and forced himself by all means to vomit what he had eaten. The rest of the family, seeing his action, followed his example.

The great hall of the dining room suddenly turned into a nasty vomiting festival, Olivia and Maria were crying in fear as they put their fingers down the throats of the two little girls who did not understand what was happening. The cries, screams and panic did not wait.

Maxwell was lying on the floor completely without energy, he felt that he had vomited not only breakfast, but also dinner yesterday, something that calmed him a bit and he got up quickly and ran in the direction of magnus.

He tried to feel it pulsed from him but he couldn't feel anything, he laid him on the ground and checked if he was still breathing but he didn't find anything either.

Damn old man, you still can't die !!

Maxwell practiced first aid.

Get up!!

Get up!!!!

Maxwell as a last resort used his magic in such a way that he tried to mimic a defibrillator.

Bzzzzz clakkk

Bzzzzzz clakkk

Even after all that Magnus remained limp on the ground.

Shit!!!

Maxwell slammed his fist into Magnus's chest in anger and frustration.

He looked up with will clearly written on his face and hit the dining room table as he unloaded his beams and sent food flying all over the already messy dining room.

"Father is dead."

He stared at the reaction of each of those present with great attention to try to discover who was the culprit of this murder, but they all behaved according to the situation.

Shock, fear, shock and panic. Those were the emotions that were clearly reflected on his faces and he couldn't find anything.

Everything after that happened so fast that maxwell couldn't process it.

The servants and guards entered the dining room, all ran to the healers to make sure they were not poisoned. Marcus took care of everything and that same night Magnus was cremated in a large fire in the courtyard attended by all the people of the castle.

Dinner passed quickly and before he knew it, Maxwell was back in his room. His mind was elsewhere and he was not focused.

His gaze was straight ahead looking at the wall, but he really wasn't seeing anything, he was just thinking.

His father had died !!

Magnus was dead!

He felt so weird because for just one day I was talking to him like nothing.

But magnus had not died of natural causes, he was poisoned. Which means it was murder.

Who benefits the most from Magnus's death?

The first to get to his head was Marcus. Since he is he was the next to take his place as Duke of Rhodmandy, but at the same time it made no sense when it was very likely that he would succeed him without the need for any murder.

Kill us?

It's possible, Marcus was getting way ahead in his succession war. Add that to Rosa actively looking for him and that could be part of his plan.

Another thing to keep in mind was that Rosa looked for him just the day she was going to meet Magnus.

That same realization also led him to think that it was exactly what he wanted to talk to the magnus about. His attitude was very suspicious just wanting to talk in his room, besides that all the breakfast before his death he was staring at him.

He already had knowledge of his impending death? !!

"Damn. Why didn't I go talk to him at first?" Maxwell started pacing back and forth in his room, trying to find the answers to all of his questions.

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The next day everyone gathered for breakfast as usual but no one took a bite. It wasn't from something like a loss of appetite or the pain of losing Magnus just a day ago.

The reason was because Marcus sat pompously in the antique magnus seat with arrogance written all over his face.

"From today I will take the post of Duke of Rodmandy." His words added more silence to the quiet room.

Maxwell who was the only one who had been eating a little sneaky also put down the silverware and looked at Marcus in surprise.

He wasn't surprised by Marcus's statement, what surprised him was when and how he did it.

Barely a day had passed since Magnus's death, besides being very insensitive of his part he was also rude to the memory of his father. Normally a large wake was held in which Magnus's acquaintances were invited, after that and only after that could the succession problem be discussed.

It was very fast, sudden and also ... Confident.

"What kind of nonsense are you spouting?" Mateo pounded the dining room table with his fist as he glared at Marcus. "Who gave you permission to say those words?"

Marcus frowned in distaste. "It wasn't a suggestion, it's an order." At the end of his sentence, Marcus snapped his fingers and immediately afterwards the dining room doors were thrown open violently as a large line of guards entered, surrounding the family and pointing their crossbows.

Maxwell and the whole family woke up scared.

"What does this mean Marcus?" Mateo asked totally angry.

"What do you think?" Marcus waved his hands and the guards fired their crossbows in the direction of the four men in the line of succession: Mateo, Gerald, Maxwell, and John.

Maxwell's scalp went numb as he released a large amount of lightning bolts from his body as an instinctive act.

Gupp arrrgggg

Noooooooooo

When the blinding light of Maxwell's beam cleared, he looked around in shock.

Next to him was a boy of only 11 years old with a lot of arrows in his body, apart from that he was also burned and roasted in the middle of his body.

In front of him the only one still standing was Gerald who was holding one eye of his face with an arrow clearly stuck in his.

Arrrrgggggggghhh !!!

His eyes dripped blood to the beat of his screaming. Mateo, on the other hand, was inert at the dining room table with several stains all over his body and the one that was fatal was the one that peeked down his throat from which blood was still coming out that painted the table red.

Clack clack clack

Marcus clapped his hands. "As expected of the rare lightning element, it has such great attack power that it even killed the person next to it unintentionally."

Maxwell looked at Jhon beside him and sighed in pity.

"Although it is the most destructive element, it does not do so well in defense, does it?" Marcus asked with a smile when he saw a date pinned to Maxwell's thigh and another to his arm.

Tch

Maxwell gripped his arm in pain as he looked at Marcus resentfully.

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