The villainous prince who bullied Feng Aotian was actually myself.

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Before entering Haiden Prefecture, the sky was already dark and gloomy; now that we're leaving, a light drizzle has started to fall outside the window.

Standing at the villa entrance, the drizzle and gentle breeze lightly lashed Leon's face, sending a chill through him.

Gazing at the beautiful medieval-style manor in front of him, Leon felt only a sense of alienation and loneliness; his hometown was nothing like this.

Can I ever go back?

Go back to... family and friends?

Perhaps... I've already been fired by Earth.

Lin Beixuan, oh Lin Beixuan,

This name seems to be getting more and more unfamiliar to me.

It was as if I didn't know Lin Beixuan at all.

Leon felt a strange pang of pain in his heart.

"It's raining, Your Highness. Would you like us to send a carriage?"

James, who had escorted Leon out, looked at the pattering raindrops and asked.

"No need, it's fine as it is."

Leon smiled slightly in response to James, then quickly put the top hat on his head, straightened his clothes, and strode into the rain like the wind. His pace quickened until he disappeared at the end of the manor path.

Standing at the glass window of the second-floor living room of the villa, you can clearly see the manor outside and even the surrounding highway.

Hazel was by the window, her gaze following Leon as he left the manor, walked onto the road, and then disappeared into the crowd until she could no longer see him.

Her fair, smooth hands gripped the red tie at her chest, and her beautiful, emerald-green eyes gazed at the bustling crowd outside the manor. After a moment of stunned silence, she drew the curtains, turned, and left.

Fortunately, Leon returned to the palace before dinner time, and nothing unexpected happened on his return.

Leon quietly slipped back to his room and quickly changed back into the extravagant and luxurious prince's robes he wore in the palace.

After dinner, Leon went straight to his study.

After locking the door, he sat down at the desk and took out the instruction manual for the sealed item.

Name: Crimson Nail

Tier: Epic/Top Quality

Ability: Blinding (Can temporarily distort any precognitive ability below the Star-level Three-Star without the user's knowledge)

Triggering method: First, it can be worn on oneself or on another person. Once worn, the blinding effect will be triggered immediately, causing any precognitive abilities within a 500-meter radius of the wearer to become distorted. (Cost: For every minute of wear, the quotient decreases by 1% to 20%, depending on the spiritual resistance.)

Secondly, one can insert the Crimson Nail into an intimate object that the other person has been in frequent contact with over the past six months, and then recite the following incantation: "<～▽ò …… (Guberly's poem)". The object's owner will then be cursed, their precognitive abilities distorted, until the Crimson Nail is removed. (The cost: the person reciting the incantation will become increasingly unlucky as the curse lasts, until the curse disappears or they die unexpectedly.)

That's it...

After reading the instructions for the sealed artifact, Leon clasped his hands together on the table and fell into deep thought.

First, there's the power of Crimson Nail, which is indeed quite powerful.

In this world, due to the dwindling spiritual energy, diamond-level demigods are already extremely valuable resources, while star-level powerhouses above diamond level are rare, and kings above star level are even more so, as they are the top combat power of a force.

This thing can distort the precognitive abilities of those below the fifth star level, making it an extremely powerful sealing artifact.

Therefore, there is naturally no problem with their abilities.

Then there's the most troublesome part: how to use it and the cost of using it.

The more powerful the sealing artifact, the greater the price it will have to pay once activated.

There are two ways to use the Crimson Nail. The first method is to activate it immediately within a certain range after wearing it...

This is convenient, but it's not feasible.

First of all, the cost is simply too high. Wearing it for just one minute can reduce your quotient by as much as 20%! That's outrageous! Wearing it for five minutes would turn you into an idiot!

In addition, there are limitations in its scope.

The error only applies within a 500-meter range, which means the wearer must always stay within 500 meters of Dora and her group.

Is 500 meters a long distance?

Is he afraid someone won't be able to catch him?!

Furthermore, the entire 500-meter radius is distorted. In Guberlan, a place teeming with hidden talents, if there are powerful figures within 500 meters of Dora's location also using divination or other predictive abilities, and if they discover that her divination has been affected by external forces, and then launch an investigation or directly carry out a spiritual counterattack, wouldn't she be in trouble?

The first method is obviously riddled with flaws.

After careful consideration, Leon quickly ruled out the first method, which meant that the only option left was the second method.

The second method is much more stable and covert than the first, giving the impression of a sinister plot.

However, it has serious limitations, as it can only be applied to one person.

However, it seems that Leon only needs to target Dora.

In that case, he faced a problem: he had to find a way to get his hands on the intimate items that he had been in frequent contact with Dora over the past six months.

hiss……

Intimate objects that are frequently touched...

Dora is a middle-class woman.

In Guberlin, ladies like to carry a handbag.

So, does that include handbags?

But stealing Dora's favorite bag would make her too conspicuous...

So what should we steal?

Besides carrying handbags, wearing stockings is also a fashionable trend among women in Guberland.

and so……

It doesn't actually seem that difficult, but it's just so...

It's disgusting and perverted.

The thought of Dora's "exquisite" face in the portrait gave Leon goosebumps.

While it's possible to hire someone to steal, there's a risk of the hirer betraying the suspect and leaking information.

Fine, I'll just have to bear with it.

Helena, I did all this for you!

Leon suffered a heart attack.

The issue of intimate items has been resolved; now comes the negative effects.

This negative effect may seem insignificant, but it was fatal for Leon.

I'm a villain destined to die, how could I possibly have good luck! If my luck gets even worse, it'll be a fatal blow.

If you're really unlucky, you might just die! For example, you might trip and fall while walking, and your head might hit a sharp object, and then you're done for.

Emmm...

This is a huge price to pay...

Lost in thought, Leon unconsciously began to fiddle with the quill pen on the table.

After playing for a while, his tightly furrowed brows suddenly relaxed.

There are loopholes in this price; if it only works on the person reciting the incantation, then why must it be the person reciting the incantation?

In the imperial prison, with so many heinous criminals on death row, they could simply grab one of the most wicked people and have them recite their names. This not only saved them from the consequences but also rid the people of a scourge!

Ok……

Let's do it this way.

I'll go see Hibbett and the others tomorrow.

As the prince regent and Helena's guardian during her imprisonment, it's perfectly reasonable for him to be concerned about the progress of the operation to capture Helena, isn't it?

Thinking this way, Leon already had the answer in his heart.

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A familiar and rhythmic knocking sounded, followed by a light female voice.

With the help of Lucy and Anne, Leon quickly finished washing up and getting dressed.

As he was about to leave the room, he stopped at the doorway.

There's a calendar hanging here.

Leon casually pulled out a quill pen that had already been dipped in red ink from the pen holder hanging next to the calendar and marked a large red X on the November 6th date.

It is Sunday, November 6th, 293 in the Ferran calendar.

I was born on Tuesday, October 18th.

Ok……

If I calculate it that way, I've been living in this world for 19 days.

Of course, today is just the beginning; if you include today, it will be 20 days.

According to custom, Leon should have died on October 23rd of the 293rd month of the Ferran calendar, but he has now lived 14 days longer.

If it weren't for personal experience, a materialist like Leon would never have believed in things like "defying fate."

However, since there are true gods and extraordinary powers in this world, most people are idealists, with Julius Caesar being a typical example. His famous saying is a clear example of idealism.

Alright, let's get back to the main topic.

"Today, another day of struggling to survive, sigh~"

After muttering something to himself, Leon went downstairs to have his meal.

"Good morning, Your Highness."

Just as I was finishing my breakfast, Hawkeye from Akemi arrived.

"Sir, I would like to trouble you to come with me to Finn Manor in a moment."

Leon smiled.

"Your Highness is going to see Duke Hibbert?"

"Hawkeye asked."

"Yes."

Leon nodded.

"As Your Highness commands."

Hawkeye did not refuse.

In recent days, Leon had been seeing him less and less each time, and Hawkeye wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that Leon was deliberately distancing himself from him.

Is it...

Has Leon already realized that I tipped him off?

Hawkeye secretly speculated, and he planned to tell Leon everything he had guessed and what had happened during Leon's trip to the Duke's mansion.

"Your Excellency, let's set off."

Leon's words brought Hawkeye back to reality.

"Okay, Your Highness."

Hawkeye gave a slight bow.

After several hours of drizzling rain yesterday, Leon thought the rain would stop, but unexpectedly, it suddenly turned into a downpour before he went to bed.

The rain has stopped, but the streets of Guberland are still wet.

Despite having the world's most advanced urban drainage system, there are still many puddles of varying sizes in the city.

The carriage sped through the streets. Looking out the window at the bustling people and the receding early Gothic buildings, a glint of light flashed in Leon's deep blue eyes.

This, perhaps, is the essence of life.