Cheat Awakening

After emptying out Jin's high-grade mana potion stock, which wasn't much at only thirty bottles, Myne generously offered him a few platinum coins. After exchanging a few words and assigning Jin the task of collecting as many mana potions as he could, Myne left the shop with Jin's grateful and excited gaze following him and returned home.

The first thing he did was naturally enjoy a wonderful breakfast prepared by Aisha's sweet and skilful hands. Then, he immediately set out to continue his mission of searching for June's whereabouts. However, this time, he decided to head east, to deal with the arrogant noble bastard who dared to have eyes on his little girl.

Unlike the last time, when Myne had to ask around if anyone wanted to accompany him on his boring journey, this time, as soon as he finished breakfast, Sylphy appeared out of nowhere and started urging him to go quickly. From other people's perspectives, Sylphy seemed to care more about June, whom she hadn't even met yet than Myne. Only Myne knew the source of this sudden change.

So, with a helpless expression, he gave Aisha a goodbye kiss and returned to the livery yard with Sylphy to rent the same horse they had taken last time. Since they had already prepaid for ten days, the horse and supplies were ready to go when they arrived.

However, to Myne's disappointment, he didn't see the middle-aged milf, Miss Roswell, whom he promised to help deal with her abusive, fatty husband.

After leaving the livery yard, Myne opened a portal back to where they stopped their search yesterday. Fortunately, it was not far from the eastern road he wanted to take today, saving him a lot of trouble and time.

Since the horse had already experienced passing through the portal, this time it didn't make much noise and obediently entered, knowing it was just safe passage despite its dangerous appearance.

As soon as Myne emerged from the portal and closed it, he saw Sylphy with a wide grin on her blushful face, looking at him expectantly, while lifting her skirt and showing Myne her hairless clean nether region, and to Myne's surprise, she also wasn't wearing any panties today, clearly, she was fully prepared.

Saying sorry to his back, and poor buttock, Myne simply nodded at her with a lovely smile and climbed onto the horse.

After all, it was Myne who had made Sylphy addicted to spending time with his younger brother, and now she was taking the initiative to become one with him. Naturally, he wasn't heartless enough to refuse his loving wife's request.

Sylphy pumped her fist in excitement after getting what she wanted. After Myne settled onto the horse, she imitated him and sat down in front of him, which was a completely normal process, only if you could ignore Myne's little brother slowly entering Sylphy's pantiless skirt and soon entering her love cave without any surprise, causing her to let out a loud moan.

Finished with preparations, Myne took a deep breath, grabbed the horse's reins, and gently nudged it forward. With Sylphy's excited cry and the horse's rapid footsteps, they soon vanished between the trees.

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"My Master, we found her, and now she's inside the prison. Do you want to see her? Master?"

Inside a grand bedroom filled with luxurious furniture, world-famous paintings and all kinds of golden objects, – even the walls were painted gold, enough to make poor people faint just looking at its grandness – a man in a butler's uniform entered the room with an expressionless face. He spoke to a man around twenty-seven years old.

The man was not particularly handsome, with pale blonde hair, which already showing signs of receding a thin body frame and a wild, messy untrimmed beard. He sat at his study, surrounded by various books, writing something on a leather scroll with blood-red ink. Clearly, not a normal person.

"Huh? Who are you?" The man lifted his head and asked confusedly while rubbing his bloodshot eyes.

"Master, it's me, your most loyal servant, Imran," The butler calmly introduced himself with a helpless expression, clearly this was not the first time he had encountered this situation.

"Imran?" The man's eyes were still slightly confused. He looked around the desk and picked up a notebook. Flipping through the pages, he paused on a specific page where a man's information was written – naturally, it belonged to Imran, the man standing before him.

"Ah, I remember, sorry Imran. You know my condition; it's not easy for me to remember people nowadays. So, what were you saying?" Only after reading the information in the notebook did the man's eyes become sober and recognize his butler, who had been working for him for more than a decade.

With an apologetic tone, he asked while rubbing his messy beard, debating whether to waste his precious time trimming it or not.

"Master, I said, we caught that little traitor who was trying to escape, and now she is inside the prison. Do you want to see her, or should we start her punishment?" Imran, after taking a deep breath repeated respectfully, although his master was currently not in the right state and may have looked crazy, but he knew there was a big reason behind it.

"Traitor? Who are you talking about?" The man furrowed his brow in confusion, like a child bewildered by a complex topic.

"Master," Imran sighed again, "it's Jenny. You tasked her with spying on the little princess of the Agusta Kingdom. You hoped she'd build a close relationship with her so you could have a better chance to use her later.

But a few days ago, after discovering her cover blown, she stole the princess's belongings, fled without reporting back and even wanted to sell your information in order to collect more money. Thankfully, today she ran into our people accidentally who caught her by chance and delivered her to us."

"Oh, there's actually such a thing? Someone dares to eat my food and even tries to take advantage of me? Wow, I have to say this woman has some guts. Let's go see where is her courage coming from," The man, after reading Jenny's information and all plans regarding her from his notebook, rose from his chair, completely disregarding his dishevelled appearance, and headed for the doorway.

"Ahem, Master?" As the man strode confidently down the left corridor, drawing respectful gazes from the silver-armoured knights lining the path, Imran hesitantly interrupted.

"Yes?" The man's steps halted and responded a flicker of confusion in his eyes.

"Master, the prison is this way, not that way," Imran spoke hesitantly.

It was the first time the man's composure wavered. Previously, within the confines of his room, because Imran knew the inside story, so he didn't have any worries. But now, surrounded by more than thirty knights, if by any chance the news of his amnesia leaked, his ambitious siblings would eat him alive.

There was also the possibility that they would try to assassinate him while taking advantage of his weakness.

"I know, Imran," The man spoke through gritted teeth, but in order to not reveal any clues, he forced a smile on his face. Today he also understood the meaning of having a pig teammate. "I just saw a familiar face and wanted to greet them. But since you've interrupted and soured my mood, let's finish this matter first."

While speaking, the man came beside his butler, whom he desperately wanted to slap hard but considering the overall situation, he ultimately suppressed his desire.

"Master?" While walking toward the prison, Imran noticed the indifferent and weird behaviour of his master, he thought his master had again forgotten everything and started behaving strangely. So he came closer and whispered, trying to confirm his guess.

"What?" The Man responded coldly without looking at Imran.

Hearing that the other party still remembered him, Imran breathed a sigh of relief and spoke worriedly.

"Master, Do you think you should stop taking that medication? Its effects seem to be growing stronger each day. Even your memory lapses are becoming more severe. If this continues, I fear something bad could happen, and we are not ready for that."

The man's anger subsided slightly at his butler's concern, and he fell into deep thought. As the person who was taking that medicine, how could he not know what was happening with his body?

He had already noticed that his health had fallen to a critical stage, and even his memories, which previously returned to normal after a few moments, now didn't come back at all unless he looked into his notebooks, which was not a good sign.

But after coming this far, stepping back was also not an option. If he really wanted to fight with all his ten siblings and win the throne, he had to complete this treatment, even if it meant risking becoming a permanent fool.

The man didn't reply to his butler's question, and soon, under the strange silence between master and servant, they arrived in front of a certain prison cell.

Inside the cell, a young woman huddled against the wall, her tattered clothes barely covering her body. Iron chains bound her arms and legs, restricting her movement. Her head hung low, long black hair cascading down like a waterfall, obscuring her face from view.

Marks of injury and severe abuse marred her beautiful skin, a grim testament to the inhumane treatment she endured at the hands of her captors, who seem enjoy her very well before delivering her to Imran.