["The original content is expected to wrap up within two or three days—original storyline begins after that~"]
"Are they being controlled by an Emitter's Nen? Or are they linked to the prince's Nen beast?"
"They don't look like they can use Nen themselves. Which means, apart from Belerainte, who exposed himself from the start, and the two moronic guards following the Ninth Prince, there's only one hidden Nen user left. Is he the one behind yesterday's assassination?!"
"This guy's good. His disguise is nearly flawless. The aura flowing from his head looks completely natural, and the aura from his hands is indistinguishable from a layman's."
"Definitely a pro. But he still doesn't realize I've seen through him. I'll just keep watching for now~"
Having made up his mind, Furykov refocused his senses and continued observing calmly, following Kurapika's guidance.
...
Meanwhile.
The investigator dispatched by the Supreme Judge and two secretaries sat stiffly in their seats, facing off against the Sixth Queen, Seiko, over the assassination that took place yesterday.
Kacho lay quietly on the bed, zoning out to music.
As a royal, Seiko invoked her privilege and remained silent through all of the investigators' questions.
Which, frankly, suited the investigators just fine—they were just here to go through the motions anyway.
It was all a formality. Seventy-two hours of paperwork and pleasantries.
...
In the Thirteenth Prince's room next door, Marayam was gleefully playing with his golden bear hamster.
Hanzo and Leorio stood beside him, unable to muster a smile.
Hovering behind Marayam was a massive, grotesque Nen beast—an enormous crocodile-pig-dragon hybrid—and both men instinctively swallowed hard at the sight.
"It used to have wings and looked almost cute," Leorio muttered, sweat beading at his brow. "Now it's... this."
Clone No. 5 stood quietly in the corner, eyeing the Pig-Dragon Nen Beast with visible pity.
What a shame. With a body that big and terrifying, it's not even offensive. Its only ability is teleportation...
Just as the thought crossed his mind, the beast's body flickered faintly with a psychic glow.
...
Elsewhere, the other princes were keeping to their own patterns.
The Eighth Prince remained infatuated with the beauties under his bed, the Eleventh Prince continued to cry, and the Sixth Prince passionately explained her philosophy...
It seemed peaceful again.
Even after Kurapika's Nen lecture, the ability of the [Silent Majority] did not activate again. No injuries, no incidents.
Afterward, Yuhirai—one of the Ninth Prince's men—sought Kurapika out in secret and explained the full situation.
Under orders from Prince Halkenburg, he had been gathering intel on "Feathers."
He gave a full account, and after a brief interrogation, Kurapika concluded:
"Both you and Shedule are in a semi-awakened state. That means you can use limited Nen, but it's not under your conscious control."
While Kurapika spoke with Yuhirai, Ronnel was in the next room, briefing Queen Oito and Bill.
"The Ninth Prince's guards said they were drawn to him by shared purpose and unity. That suggests the Nen beast's activation condition is tied to the strength of their emotional bond."
Ronnel spoke casually, but he already understood the Ninth Prince's ability well.
Halkenburg's one-eyed bull Nen beast grants a supportive Enhancer-type ability.
Effect: The more "Feather Mark" holders present around the prince, the greater the individual potential each person can release.
Once the group's will is unified and the Nen beast's ability is activated, their collective potential can explode—granting tremendous strength.
That's how Yuhirai and the others were pushed into semi-awakened states.
If more guards rally around the Ninth Prince and become marked, it's entirely possible they could all awaken Nen together.
An army of Nen users—just imagining it is terrifying.
But that's a problem for the other princes.
Ronnel and Queen Oito finished their briefing and shifted focus...
...
Meanwhile, in Area 1002, where the particle clone resided—
In the Second Prince's sector, inside what looked like a private prison—
"Y-Your Highness, Second Prince?!"
The soldier, assigned to guard the imprisoned First Prince's private army, froze when Camilla entered the room unannounced.
"I-if something's wrong, I can help—"
Camilla cut him off, her tone sharp and dismissive:
"I'm going to kill the First Prince. Either help me or die right here. Your choice. I'm very reasonable, aren't I?"
The soldier's jaw dropped, stunned.
Reasonable?! You've gotta be kidding me!
Camilla's trademark arrogance was in full swing again. She wasn't going to wait.
...
"Second Prince..." the soldier stammered, then collected himself, face tightening. "That's not something you can joke about!"
Click.
He drew his pistol and aimed it squarely at her.
"Second Prince Camilla, I am detaining you for plotting to assassinate the First Prince!"
"Your words have been recorded. Take one more step and I will fire!"
The atmosphere froze. Every breath felt heavy.
...
"Oh? Then go ahead."
Camilla sneered and walked forward, ignoring the gun in her face.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The sound of her heels echoed like a death march. The soldier's forehead glistened with sweat.
"Please, stop! I don't want to shoot you!" he pleaded, but his voice was shaky, the panic rising.
Damn it... is this woman a Specialist? She's masking her aura. Not a trace of Nen... which just proves she does have Nen!
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