Supreme Ruler: Reincarnated as the Emperor's Bastard Son

"Pfft hahaha…"

Suddenly, the fake Karan let out a small chuckle.

The odd laughter lasted for a long time. Due to the strange sense of incongruity, the magicians and knights protecting Ashoka and Sudhatta readied their weapons as a chill ran down their spines.

They readied themselves for any surprise attacks and stood their ground.

Hema walked in front of the princes and spoke.

"Who are you two?"

She had also realized that the two knights were not the royal guardian knights she knew of. Just like Ashoka, she was aware of the might and strength that true 7-star knights held and the two imposters were clearly not up to the level.

"Kek, what a stupid question, Hema Khatri, do you really think we would tell you that?"

The fake Ram also let out a sickening chuckle and repositioned himself. They didn't seem to be willing to give more information.

Hema looked at Sudhatta, he was covering behind the knights as a child who encountered the assassins should have.

She was glad and at the same time disappointed.

Then her attention turned to Ashoka.

A small smile rose on her face as she looked at him.

There was no fear in the eyes of that 10-year-old as he glared at the culprits who tried to kill him.

'Sometimes, prince Ashoka really makes me wonder if he is a 10-year-old kid!'

Even Hema who had been with him the most couldn't digest the fact that Ashoka was standing bravely in front of such danger.

His aura was like that of a Ruler as he stood imposing on the battlefield.

"…What should I do, my prince?"  Hema instinctively asked the question.

It was like she was a follower asking for her lord's orders.

And Ashoka answered Hema's questions without an ounce of hesitation.

"Kill one of them and cut the arms of the other before you bring him to me, he just needs to be alive nothing more matters."

His voice was cold as ice, his demeanor give chills to the knights who stood in front of him.

"Your wish is my command."

Hema didn't waste any more time and treaded toward the imposters.

"You may be powerful, Hema Khatri, but you shouldn't underestimate us."

"Jaimini of the Sena knights. I shall leave the Young princes in your care for 30 seconds."

She ignored the fake Karan's retort and addressed Jaimini.

Ashoka may have not noticed it, but the ones who were wearing the armor with the black sword symbol were the 2nd division knights of Duke Sena.

And Jaimini was the vice-captain of the 2nd division who was currently in charge of the princes' rescue.

Hema who was already aware of his identity asked for the favor and turned towards the imposters.

The vice-captain immediately ran before Ashoka and Sudhatta with his men and formed a line of defense.

'I haven't seen a 7-star knight's battle seriously, this may a valuable experiance.'

As Ashoka thought to himself, Hema had already shot towards the two impostors. As she flashed across the snow-filled landscape, the air tore as a sonic boom blasted.

She was a speeding arrow. The mercenaries and magicians couldn't believe that one could reach such speeds by running on this thick layer of soft snow.

Rip-!

The sharp-edged dagger tore through the fake Karan's neck.

The impostor couldn't even react to the nanny's speed. He only noticed his incoming death when his head touched the snow.

The fake Ram who was next to Karan turned around in order to find Hema's figure, who had shot past them.

However, he couldn't follow her movements with his untrained eyes. As he tried to retaliate by swinging the sword in his hand…

Thump.

The sound of his right arm and sword falling into the snow reached his ears.

"Oh."

Slash!

Swoosh-!

The fake Ram somehow managed to avoid Hema's follow-up dance of fury a couple of times.

However, that was his limit. Without his right arm, his unbalanced body couldn't properly follow his mind's orders. Before long, Hema's dagger cleanly cut off her enemy's left arm.

Seven seconds.

Barely seven seconds had passed since her involvement in the battle. Hema used the remaining 23 seconds to stop the blood pouring out of the victim's wounds.

She cut off the dead Karan's long hair to tie up Ram's armless stumps.

The Knights and magicians couldn't help but watch the phenomenon occurring before them in astonishment.

'S-Such a powerful woman is merely a nanny?'

'She's in a whole different realm compared to us…!'

On the other hand, Ashoka was wearing a satisfied smile.

He was unfazed by the blood bath occurring in front of him.

Rather there was a huge smile on his face.

"I have carried out your command, Young Master."

Hema dragged the fake Ram behind her and walked toward the boy.

The knights and magicians took a step back seeing the middle-aged woman dragging the armless body of the imposter by holding his hair.

Ashoka nodded at Hema and turned to Sudhatta.

As Expected his face was pale, there were indications that he would trough up soon.

It was a normal reaction when compared to Ashoka who was unaffected by the sight.

Hema noticed Ashoka's gaze and immediately gave some silent message to the knights to escort back Sudhatta to the new carriage.

Soon Sudhatta was escorted by the Sena knights.

Only Hema and Sage Chanakya's secrete soldiers remained there for Ashoka's safety.

Jaimini didn't see anything and left along with Sudhatta, as he just witness what the nanny was capable of.

"Now that there is no disturbance, shall we talk about the matters?"

Ashoka's cold voice resounded through the fake Ram's voice giving him chills.

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'She's in a whole different realm compared to us…!'

The secret knights who witnessed the power of Hema were amazed that there was such a strong warrior by the prince's side.

It was like their help wasn't even needed, Hema would have taken care of the imposters either way.

They watched as Hema dragged the fake Ram behind her and walked toward the boy.

As snow kept entering his mouth, the armless victim couldn't even scream in pain properly.

Thud!

Upon her arrival, she grabbed the impostor's head and anchored it firmly before Ashoka's feet.

"It seems like the one who was underestimating their opponent wasn't Hema, but you two. If you were attempting to assassinate the prince, you should've sent three or four 8-star knights instead."

As Ashoka spoke in a cold tone, the fake Ram spat out.

"Keuk, Kuhuhu… This is merely a warning. The royal family, you princes and the emperor, your era is, urgh… coming to an end....cough!"

"Oh! is it? too bad that I don't care."

Ashoka had zero interest in matters regarding the Mauryan empire, all he cared about is to live a happy life and he was getting stronger in order to achieve that.

Hearing Ashoka's statement, sparked surprise and confusion amongst the Sage Chanakya's knights as well as Hema.

But Ashoka didn't bother to explain that.

"The rule of you arrogant nobles will soon end, A new empire will rise and our lord is going to kill you all....hahaha... hah hah!"

"You don't seem to value your life, do you?"

"Hahaha, you nobles would soon die, our leader will kill you all...hahaha"

Despite Ashoka's threat the fake knight kept on saying the same thing like a fool.

"Sheesh! Seems like this guy's brain is already dead, I guess there's no need to take you back to the royal palace and torture information out of you anymore."

Smash!

Ashoka covered his fist in a black aura and slammed it down next to the impostor's head. He had learned how to perfectly wield aura through his martial arts classes with Cain.

And the aura this time was even denser and more powerful than before.

"Release him."

Ashoka ordered turning back from the imposter.

"Men, kill him!"

Jaimini immediately said as if he was carrying out Ashoka's orders.

"No, I didn't mean it like that. Release him for real! let him try his best to survive and return to his base in that state"

He turned back and looked at the fake knight, "Mr. Impostor. If you survive make sure to tell your leader that he has messed with the wrong person."

His voice was icy cold as he said that.

"Well, this was a waste of time. Hema, throw away this little piece of junk somewhere."

"Understood, my prince."

Hema picked up the armless man and threw him away in the distant snowfield.

Ashoka thought to himself as he watched the fake Ram coughing in the snow.

'Geez, what naive lunatics! Did they think that saying some random bullshit would redirect my attention from the real preparator? There was no need to even guess who sent him?'

There was only one person who wanted Ashoka dead at the movement and it was none other than his father, the emperor.

And as he had heard from Sage Chanakya, it wasn't the first time the Emperor is playing games like this.

'Well, anyway, It would be a miracle if that armless man survive in this ice storm and return with his bleeding, too bad that he had to mess with me'

There was not even an ounce of hesitation as Ashoka boarded the carriage of the secrete knights which was going to escort him to the royal palace.

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