Rise Of The Anti God

"You love your wife, don't you?" Tristen asked with crossed arms while Damien waited outside the tent to enter at the right time.

Kale became exasperated and said as he pointed his finger at him, "You better stop talking about my wife like it's your business. I don't like it. But of course, I love my wife. Who else will I love?"

Yesterday, Kale had a nightmare where he saw his wife being...the rest he did not have the heart to think about again.

But he knew he started having these kinds of nightmares and thoughts only after Tristen said some strange things about his wife to him.

"Calm down, first brother. I am trying to look out for you here. And that's why I want to ask you if you are sure whether Farah loves you too?" Tristen asked as he circled around Kale.

Kale frowned and said confidently, "Of course, she does. Do you have any idea how concerned she is about me? Hmph, you must be jealous of it."

"Oh, please," Tristen chuckled and said, "Then why do you think she disappears at times or is away for a while whenever our father summons her presence?"

"What could the two be possibly talking about to take so long to discuss?"

Kale's brows wrinkled as he had always wondered about the same thing as well, noticing how his father, the Gale Emperor, occasionally asks for his wife's presence, especially on the day he left for the Shizar Kingdom to carry out this mission.

Still, he said, "Obviously, that's because of how intelligent my wife is, and our father requires her advice on certain matters. It's nothing new. I don't get what you are trying to say here."

Even though Kale said this, some outrageous speculations began to form in his mind, which he tried to shake off because of how he did not dare to believe them.

"Heh, her advice? What do you think the elders and the supreme elders are there for. Forget about them. We have tens of ministers to advise our father on various things. But I have never seen him being busy with these people other than a very few times, rarely compared to sister-in-law," Tristen said as he shook his head.

"Just tell me what you are hinting at," Kale said as he clenched his fists.

"Your wife is just a whore for our father," Tristen plainly said.

"You!!" Kale immediately turned around with bulging eyes as he grabbed Tristen's shirt and looked at him menacingly.

He asked with gritted teeth as he looked at him, "You dare to besmirch the loyalty of my wife like this...especially by involving the name of our father? If you say something like that again...I won't sit still…"

But imagining what Tristen said in his mind, Kale's expression became ugly as if he swallowed a pile of dung.

"Relax, first brother. Do you think I would tell you something like this without proof?" Tristen said as he shrugged.

Kale pushed him away and said, "What do you mean by proof? Where is it? Otherwise, anything that comes out of your mouth is just lies as usual."

Tristen smiled as he took out a small metal circle from his belt and kept it on the table.

Kale curiously looked at it and saw that it was a dark blue circle-shaped metal that had some formation markings on it.

"I don't know if you have seen this before, but this is an Ethereal Imagery Disc used by the most skilled spies in our empire to capture information in a visual form," Tristen explained as he passed his ethereal energy to it and the metal circle lit up and began to rotate on itself while slowly displaying a small white projection of a room.

Damien, who had already seen the recording, was at first astonished by how this miniature ethereal formation acted like a hologram that basically showed a video recording with the difference being all the details were simple white ethereal particles, including the room and the persons involved in it.

Still, based on the perfect and accurate details, one can make out the faces of the persons involved as long as they know them.

Kale's eyes narrowed as the white projection started to play, and he saw his father and wife in his father's own room, making his eyes quiver, still inwardly hoping that whatever Tristen was not true and that Farah was in that room for something else.

However, Kale's nerves bulged when he saw the woman whom he clearly identified as Farah, his wife, undressing herself as his own father was undressing as well.

And within a few moments,

"Ahn~ Emperor~ Please go slower~ Ahngg~"

"You shameless slut, squeeze my dick more tightly, Ngh!"

Kale's expression became unsightly, turning from green to yellow to a blackened expression as if he was controlling his best to not throw up from anger, resentment, jealousy, and hatred.

His fists were uncontrollably shaking as Tristen watched on with a subtle smile, wondering how he was going to digest the taboo stuff he was seeing which was going on between his own father and wife.

"No...t-this is...not true…" Kale mumbled with vacant eyes though the sounds of moans and grunts continued to echo from the projection as the woman danced over the man's dick.

"Now tell me...is my son as good as me?" The Gale Emperor asked as he clutched her face.

"Of course...you are way better, my emperor~ My husband, is too useless when it comes to giving me a good time, Ahn~"

"Stop it...no...I-I don't...I don't want to see this anymore!" Kale shouted wildly as he smacked away the Ethereal Imagery Disc though Tristen caught it in mid-air just in time to not damage it and turned off the projection.

"No...This is...This is not true…" Kale mumbled in a devastated tone as he put his hands over his face.

Tristen sighed and said in a sympathizing tone, "Now do you believe me?"