The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra-Chapter 39: Action and Talk

"Your Majesty, I... I don’t know much more, please... I didn’t really know. I heard nothing else besides that. "Everything I said... is the only thing I knew," Ashton said as he began to cry again.

Spade sneered and took his foot off Ashton’s stomach. He also turned around immediately so he wouldn’t have to look at the disgusting alpha. He couldn’t care less what happened to him anymore. In any case, he already got what he came for.

Ashton wouldn’t die because Spade would ensure that the alpha wouldn’t die so easily. With that thought, Spade walked out of the room and left the wounded and miserable alpha.

When Spade left the room, his face went back to being calm. He didn’t bother to look at anyone else’s face. Instead, he just kept walking. Some staff and guards also went into the room to check the prisoner’s condition. After seeing the alpha’s miserable state, none of them blinked and went about their business as if nothing had happened.

As Spade walked out, he took out his phone and dialed a number. Long after, someone answered the call.

"Your Majesty," the other side of the line saluted, a traditional greeting to the monarch.

"Hm. Levin, I need you all to do something," clearly, these instructions would be passed on to a large number of relevant officers; Levin, on the other end of the line, became even more attentive at the same time. He rarely heard Spade give orders with such solemnity. There was no doubt that the order was crucial.

"Mobilize everyone to investigate everything about the black market in and outside the Empire, particularly all the rats hiding at legal or illegal clubs in the cities," Spade said solemnly. I need to know anything, especially where I can find someone with the name Curt or, at the very least, that pseudonym. Remember to be as discreet as possible. I’ll send someone from Black Intel to you to assist you." As the Royal Chief Guard, Levin was no stranger to the Black Intel. Of course, he was also exposed to some top-level royal family secrets. They had previously worked together.

"I understand, Your Majesty," Levin replied solemnly. As someone close to Spade, he would always take the Emperor’s orders seriously and would go to any length to fulfill them. Any failure to achieve would not be tolerated; he might as well resign and inherit the noble title instead. A great deal of responsibility also accompanied honor and position.

Spade nodded and then thought of something else. "There’s one more thing. I also need you to look into the Amos family. Or something that has to do with the name Amos. Anything at all that could be found out," He had the intuition that the Amos Family or anything about Amos could lead to an important clue.

The other side stiffens for a moment before responding, "Amos Family? I understand, Your Majesty."

Spade then hung up after a few more clarifications. He clutched his phone as they entered the elevator. He only had to wait. With that, his mind started to go back to what had happened earlier.

He couldn’t figure out Arren’s reaction. He knew that discovering his identity could be unbearable for ordinary people, but that was for ordinary people. However, Arren was very much exposed to the upper nobility, and Spade would not believe it if the omega was scared off by his identity. That was impossible. For a noble like Arren, it was inevitable that they would meet. It could be at the banquet or on another occasion.

But then, why did he act so strongly? It was as if... yes, Spade thought Arren was avoiding him. Now that he thought about it, his brows knitted. As far as he knew, Arren didn’t spend much time with the upper nobility. And he only went to the palace banquets occasionally or for a few minutes.

Then... why? No matter how Spade thought about it before, he couldn’t come up with a reason. Who was he trying to get away from?

He let out a sigh and shook his head. That wasn’t very important right now. What he needed to focus on was that... Now, what would be his next move? He didn’t know what the omega would do next. Spade decided to leave him alone for now, which is why he didn’t stop Arren from going. He didn’t want to overwhelm the omega, so he gave him a few days to think. If the omega doesn’t decide during this time, then...

It would be Spade who would take action.

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Perhaps because Arren’s mind was exhausted, he slept soundly and had no dreams, in contrast to the previous few weeks when he was haunted by dreams every time he slept. Arren awoke late at night. Arren could have slept until morning if it hadn’t been for his bladder screaming for a release.

While he didn’t want to get out of bed, the call of nature was unmistakable. His body swayed as he walked towards the bathroom, and if anyone saw him, they’d assume he was sleepwalking, which wasn’t far from the truth. Arren had not yet fully awakened.

It was as if after Arren had accomplished his goal, all of his burdens and emotions vanished in an instant, allowing his mind to rest for a moment. That wasn’t to say that all the problems were solved; more of his initial objective was completed. Then, for other things, he’d just think about it the next time. Arren’s mentality could be simple and complex sometimes.

After he was done releasing what had to be released and washing his hands and face, Arren woke up completely. His eyes were half-lidded, giving him a sleepy appearance that made him appear more innocent than he usually was. As he walks out of the bathroom, he subconsciously combs his messy blue hair with his fingers while slightly squinting his eyes.

He didn’t immediately return to his bed, instead standing foolishly outside the bathroom door, his narrowed vision fixed on his bed. Arren seemed to be debating whether or not to return to sleep. Arren yawned before walking towards his bed, not to continue sleeping but to sort out his things. Well, he remembered to charge his phone. He didn’t have to rummage for long because he knew immediately where his phone was.

The small bag was tossed to the side of his bed, and when he found his phone, he immediately plugged it into the charger in his bedside drawer. When the screen flashed and the current time was displayed, Arren’s half-lidded eyes lit up with surprise. He expected it to be dawn by now, but it wasn’t even midnight. He was also reminded that he hadn’t eaten dinner and was now hungry. So he decided to go to the kitchen first to get some food.

He left the room, leaving his phone charging, his mind clearer and calmer than before. The chaotic thoughts were swept away by his well-rested sleep. He could now think about what he wanted to do next. Reminded of Spade, Arren still felt somewhat unsure and uncomfortable addressing the issue. His plans fell apart completely, and there was nothing he could do but accept it.

He’d probably just use the ’acting like a fool’ strategy this time; he knew it wouldn’t be as effective, but it would get the job done most of the time. He wouldn’t deny it, but he wouldn’t take the initiative to admit it.

Arren intends to return to his old ways, albeit with greater flexibility. He would handle the situations as they arose. Like, whatever would happen, it would happen. He didn’t have much fear.

At this point, Arren didn’t think his life would return to how it was. That would be too naive and unrealistic. He might not be open to interfering with the plot and being swept up in the storm, but he knew how to accept that starting today, he couldn’t be just a bystander. But what role he would play later on, he would leave to fate. Just kidding, he would think about it more later. Now, he would eat first.

His steps were light and easy. Arren didn’t see anyone even after he walked into the kitchen. He straight up rummaged the refrigerator for any food he could eat. He saw some dishes that were tightly and safely stored inside; no doubt, they were left for him. All he needed to do was to heat it, and it would be ready.

He began eating happily once everything was in place. Arren was fully immersed in the joy of being stuff until he couldn’t do anymore. It was as if there was nothing in his eyes besides food.

Arren slightly leaned back in his chair and cursed a few times, showing his happiness. For a moment, he felt like all his worries had vanished. Sure enough, food therapy was the most effective. Not long after he was done, he returned to his room. However, Arren was surprised to see his father sitting on the couch in the living room. The Duke had his back to him, but perhaps sensing Arren, he turned slightly, and their gazes met.

Arren froze where he stood while his father only stared at him silently. He wasn’t sure if his father was angry, but the Duke’s calm and gentle demeanor suggested otherwise. Arren waited for his father to speak while fidgeting at the hems of his clothes, clearly feeling guilty for what he did. He braced himself for his father’s reprimand and punishment, which he fully expected.

Surprisingly, the Duke’s words were not angry or reprimanding. Still, of a gentle and concerned father, "You’re going back to your room?" the simple question startled Arren, who was bracing himself for a possible reprimand. A sigh was also heard as his father smiled and spoke again without hearing Arren’s response, "Would you accompany your father for a bit? It appears that we haven’t spoken in quite some time."

Arren paused for a moment before responding to his father; he didn’t say anything but nodded and stepped forward to join his father on the couch. He knew his father was thinking of him, so he didn’t take the initiative to bring up the subject with him. Ah, that’s right. As far as Arren could recall, his father had always been this way.

When it comes to him, he has always been very indulgent and tolerant. His father had only spoiled him over the years, and the number of times he had reprimanded Arren could be counted on one hand. Arren knew his father’s affection for him; the Duke adored and cherished him. Perhaps because of this, Arren felt guiltier, and the rim of his eyes moistened after seeing that familiar gentle smile and concerned tone of voice.