I'm Trapped Inside a Prince as the Most Powerful Entity-Chapter 27: Sir Karlos debuts

The fight was over. And on the ground, the assassin lay still. Dead.

But one of the assassins was different. He was not dead. Adam had hurt him very badly, more than the others. The assassin lay on the floor, blood everywhere, his clothes ripped.

One of his hands... it was cut off, leaving a terrible, bloody place on his arm. His breathing was shallow, weak. His eyes were closed, but a small, small movement showed he was still clinging to life. He was almost gone.

Adam had been full of wild, burning anger just moments ago, hitting and fighting. He had wanted these people, these killers who dared to come into his home, to pay.

But now, looking down at the broken body, some of that hot anger started to cool. It was like the fire inside him turned down a little.

He looked at the assassin. He saw how bad off he was. He knew this one wouldn’t live long without help. And for some reason, looking at him, Adam felt a strange thought. He needed answers, and dead men don’t talk.

Adam lifted his hand. He held it out over the assassin’s chest, where the heart was beating very slowly. His voice, which had been loud and full of power moments before, was now low and quiet. He spoke a single word.

"Heal."

As soon as the sound of Adam’s voice faded in the quiet hall, something amazing happened. A soft, bright green light started to glow from Adam’s hand. It spread out quickly, covering the assassin like a warm blanket made of light.

Everyone in the hall – the King, the Queen, Adam’s brothers, the many guards standing frozen in shock – they all saw this light. They gasped. What was happening? They had seen Adam fight, they had seen his power, but this was new. This felt... different. Like a miracle.

Under the green light, the assassin’s body began to change. The deep cuts on his skin closed up, sealing themselves shut. The bleeding stopped completely. Bones that were broken could be heard making faint snapping sounds as they set themselves straight and strong again, all by themselves. His body, which had been broken and twisted, started to look whole again.

But the most shocking thing was his arm, the one with the terrible wound where his hand used to be. The damaged skin began to move, to ripple. It looked strange, like liquid skin forming into something new.

A shape began to appear at the end of his arm. It grew quickly, skin wrapping around unseen bones and muscle that were growing from nothing. It was forming into a hand, a new, fresh hand.

It happened in a flash, almost too fast for the eyes to follow. Within just a second, or two at most, the assassin’s body was completely healed. His skin was smooth, not a cut or bruise in sight.

His body looked healthy and strong again. And where there had been a terrible stump, there was now a full, working hand, flexing its fingers inside the glowing green light for a moment before the light faded away completely.

The assassin looked as if he had never been hurt at all, except for his messy, torn clothes.

Adam slowly lowered his hand. The hall was silent again, the shock on everyone’s faces clear. Healing someone, especially someone who tried to kill you? And growing a whole hand back? This level of power was unbelievable.

Adam didn’t pause to let them take it all in. He stepped closer to the now-healed assassin who was still lying flat on his back. Adam lifted his foot and placed it gently, but firmly, on the assassin’s chest. The feet pressed down, making it clear the assassin was not free.

Then, Adam spoke again. His voice wasn’t quiet like before, but it wasn’t yelling either. It was commanding, like a thunderclap after a quiet moment.

"Wake up."

The single command cut through the silence. Under Adam’s foot, the assassin’s body twitched. His eyes, which had been closed, flew open. He gasped for air, breathing deeply for the first time in minutes. He was alive. Fully alive.

He blinked, trying to understand what had happened. The first thing he saw was Adam standing over him, his face serious, his foot on his chest. The assassin remembered the terrible pain, the power Adam had shown, his own defeat. He remembered being close to death.

And now, seeing Adam again, terror flooded back into him. His body tensed under the foot, trying to shrink away. He wanted to speak, to beg, to explain, anything to stop whatever came next. Fear made his throat tight.

But before the assassin could make a sound, before he could plead for his life, Adam spoke. His voice was firm and held no room for lies.

"Who sent you to kill me?" Adam asked directly.

This question, spoken openly in front of everyone, hit the listeners like a physical blow. Kill Adam? Assassins sent to kill Adam? Here, in the royal palace?

The King, the Queen, Adam’s older brothers, the captains of the guard, all the guards standing there – they were frozen in shock. Their mouths opened a little, their eyes were wide.

It wasn’t just the question; it was the implication. Assassins were here. They got in. They wanted Eric (Adam). Everyone had the same thought running through their minds, loud and clear: ’Whattt!!!’ How was this possible? Who would dare? And why Eric (Adam)?

The King, a strong man used to being in control, was the first to move past the initial shock. His face was a mix of worry and growing anger. He stepped forward, looking at Adam, then at the assassin on the floor.

"Eric," the King said, sounding serious. "Did this assassin... did he really come here to kill you?"

Adam didn’t answer his father directly. He didn’t even look at the King. His eyes stayed fixed on the assassin.

It was like he was in his own world, focused only on getting answers. He lifted his foot slightly from the assassin’s chest, then swung his leg in a quick.

Thwack!

His foot connected with the assassin’s side. It wasn’t a kick to seriously injure him again, but it was sharp and painful. It was a kick to remind the assassin who was in charge and that answers were expected.

"Do you speak or not?" Adam demanded, his voice sharper now.

The kick, the pain, Adam’s serious face, and the memory of being healed but still trapped, broke the assassin’s fear-filled silence. He knew he had to talk. He let out a small groan from the kick, then spoke quickly, his voice shaky.

"We have been sent... we have been sent by the Kingdom of Roland," the assassin confessed. "They want to see you dead."

Hearing the name "Roland Kingdom" made the air in the hall get even colder. The King, the Queen, everyone – they were choked with shock even more than before. Roland Kingdom? Why? Roland was a large kingdom, a rival, but open assassination of a prince on his own territory?.

The King’s face became very angry now. He walked right up to where the assassin lay, looking down at him with hard eyes. "What did you say? Roland Kingdom?" he repeated, as if hearing the name out loud made the situation sink in even deeper.

The King knew that his kingdom and the Roland Kingdom did not have a very good relationship.

They were always competing, sometimes fought battles near the border. But sending assassins into the royal palace to kill a prince? The King had never, not even for a moment, thought Roland would go that far.

The assassin, seeing the King’s intense anger but pushed by Adam’s unspoken threat, kept talking. He seemed desperate to just get it all out.

"We had instructions," the assassin continued quickly. "Instructions that after this... after we tried to kill Prince Eric, we had to leave behind special proof." He paused, then added the worst part.

"Proof that would make it look like... like the second prince in this kingdom... that he was the one who hired all of us."

This new piece of information was like an earthquake in the hall. The King’s eyes widened even further. The Queen gasped and put her hand to her mouth, looking quickly at the second prince.

And the Second Prince himself, who had been standing there trying to look shocked about Roland, suddenly looked pale and his face twisted in disbelief and horror that he was being framed.

They were all completely surprised, trying to understand the layers of this terrible plan.

But before the King or Queen or the Second Prince could say a word, before anyone could even think clearly about what this meant for the kingdom and the royal family, Adam acted again.

Adam didn’t ask questions about the framing plan. He was focused on something else, something practical and alarming. He delivered another sharp, precise kick to the assassin.

Thwack!

"Ugh!" The assassin grunted from the unexpected pain.

Adam’s voice was cold now. "It is very difficult to come into this mansion!" he said, referring to the palace, with its high walls and many guards.

"Security is very tight! How did you guys get inside this mansion?" This was the question that bothered Adam the most. If they could get in so easily, the whole palace was unsafe.

Hearing this question from Adam, the assassin stopped for a few seconds. He seemed to freeze. It was clear he was afraid to answer this time, more afraid than before. He looked around quickly, his eyes darting towards the King, towards the guards.

It was as if the person who helped them was someone nearby, someone important. His fear wasn’t just for his own life now, but maybe for the life of the person he was about to name, or what revealing the name would cause. He was afraid to speak the truth about this part.

Adam saw the assassin’s hesitation, the new wave of fear in his eyes. He knew the assassin didn’t want to say the name. Adam needed to give him another push. He raised his hand again, but this time he held it out forward, not over the assassin. He pointed his index and middle fingers towards the space just in front of the assassin’s face.

As Adam held his fingers steady, a soft, golden colored light began to appear right in front of the tips of those two fingers. It started small, a faint glow, but it quickly grew brighter and brighter.

The light became intense, focused into a thin, sharp circle. A golden laser light formed in front of his fingers, pointed directly at the assassin’s head. The air around it seemed to shimmer with energy. It was a display of deadly power.

The assassin’s eyes were wide, staring at that deadly golden laser light. He knew, with a certainty that went deep into his bones, that this light could end his life in an instant, perhaps in a way that wasn’t as quick as a simple kick. He was completely terrified. His resistance broke.

"It was... it was your kingdom," the assassin stammered out, rushing the words in his fear. "Someone from inside your kingdom helped us get in."

Hearing this confirmation, the people present were truly amazed. Betrayal from within the kingdom! And not just low-level help, help important enough to get a large group of assassins into the heavily guarded royal palace.

Everyone looked at each other in shock, their eyes full of questions and suspicion. Who could it be? Who was the traitor?

At that moment, Leonard, Adam’s older brother and the second prince, who had just heard he was going to be framed, stepped forward. His face was tight with anger and perhaps fear about the accusation.

He raised his hand, likely wanting to speak directly to the assassin, to question him, to defend himself or find out who was framing him. Second prince was someone important in the kingdom.

But Leonard, who had stepped forward, perhaps forgetting in his shock that the King was present and technically still in charge, stopped abruptly. The King gave him a look, a small gesture, perhaps spoke a quiet word that only Second prince heard. Leonard hand lowered slowly.

Then, the King looked at Adam. The shock on the King’s face was still there, but something else was there too.

A recognition of Adam’s capability, his power, and his clear, focused approach to the situation. He saw that Adam was the one effectively leading this investigation right now. The King made a surprising decision. He gave Adam control.

The King spoke, addressing Charles and perhaps the rest of the guards and family, but his eyes were on Adam. "Continue the inquiry," the King said to Adam.

Charles was very surprised to hear this. The King was giving this whole critical situation – finding out who attacked the palace, who sent them, and who inside was the traitor – to Adam to handle? It was an unusual move, giving so much authority to Adam, who wasn’t the first prince and hadn’t been deeply involved in state matters until recently. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Just then, Adam, ignoring the surprise of others, looked back down at the assassin lying on the floor below his pointed fingers and the hovering golden laser. His voice was calm but demanding.

"Give me the name of that indomitable man," Adam instructed. He was asking for the name of the powerful, influential person within the kingdom who dared to help invaders.

The assassin, seeing the laser light still there, knowing there was no escape or way to hide the truth now, gave up. He lowered his head slightly, speaking it clearly though his voice was low and full of defeat.

"Noble: Sir Karlos debuts."