Chapter 47-Telegram from the Royal Palace.

EDITED.

"In their arrogance, they believed themselves untouchable; now, they will feel the stiff hand of vengeance upon their throats." ~Araneae Ruber

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OZED'S FINGERS twitched, and suddenly in his still form, his veins began bulging out. It traced from his arm to his chest to his neck. Then he began foaming in the mouth.

"Hold him down!!" Archibald commanded to them.

"Young Master!!!" Brighter shrieked as she and Wulsi went around the bed to hold him down.

Ozed's legs began shaking and buckling around. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and his chest stood in suspension in the air for a few seconds. Before it collapsed back on the bed.

The room had gone silent but for some reason, Archibald felt uneasy, something was still going to happen. This wasn't all of it.

This couldn't be all of it.