The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 356

Harper’s roars echoed in the cave, and his voice was filled with despair, anger, indignation, heartbreak, and countless emotions.

Soon, one after another, scenes from his memories appeared in Harper’s mind.

“This girl has the Death Perception, and she’s born with the ability to communicate with the netherworld.

From now onward, she’s yours,” Harper’s master said.

The chubby-cheeked girl in front of him was tiny and adorable, looking about five years old.

“Harper…”

‘She’s just a tool to help me reach the peak,’ Harper thought, and he was only about seven at that time.

From that day onward, they were connected with a thin chain, one end on the girl’s neck and the other end in his hand.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten years passed.

Over the past ten years, Harper grew taller and stronger, and he gradually became the best among the Ninth Sacred Sect’s apprentices.

On the other hand, the girl in his hand got stronger, but her figure did not change drastically, and only her fringe proved her growth.

In those ten years, they practiced together and improved their realms together.

Along their journey, the girl helped him a lot and gave him every possible help.

Moreover, the girl was quiet, and she just blindly followed Harper’s orders.

Hence, Harper only thought that the girl was nothing more than his murder weapon, and the only remarkable thing about her was her ability to make formations, which was something the Ninth Sacred Sect was not good at.

Nonetheless, Harper finally understood that the girl he regarded as a tool and could easily be replaced held such a vital position in his heart.

Harper cried, bawled, and sobbed as he recalled all of the memories.

Finally, he hugged the girl’s corpse tightly, as if her only remains in the world would disappear if he let go.

Maya watched from afar, and her expression slightly changed.

As a girl, Maya’s thoughts were naturally more detailed than the group of male disciples.

From Harper’s actions, she could already feel his grief, but what was she supposed to say? Even if Maya was influenced by Harper’s sadness, they were still enemies, mortal enemies.

Maya secretly glanced at Caspian, and she was intrigued.

In Maya’s opinion, Caspian was someone who would never show mercy to his opponents.

However, he stopped everyone from moving forward, and it was obvious that Caspian was giving Harper some time and space.

That was different from the Caspian she knew.

Nonetheless, what Maya did not know was when the girl with the neat fringe did not hesitate to block Harper from the spear, Caspian’s heart violently trembled.

The girl with the neat fringe’s silhouette overlapped with a figure from his memory.

Caspian gave Harper time not because he was touched or regretful but because he experienced similar sadness.

However, Caspian was much luckier than Harper.

At least, the girl that saved him without hesitation survived.

After some time, Caspian clenched the Ghoul-Locker Spear.

He gave Harper enough time, and that battle should end.

At that time, Harper was no longer crying, and his eyes flashed with determination.

Then, he gently unfastened the chain on the girl’s neck, and he softly uttered, “This is the freedom that you‘ve always wanted It’s for you now…”

Next, Harper longingly glanced at the girl with the neat fringe, and he pulled her tightly into his embrace before standing up.

“Now, it’s my turn to fight for my freedom.”

When the Heavenly Stars Sect’s disciples saw Harper standing, they looked alert.

Anyone could tell that Harper suffered an enormous blow and mental stimulation.

Under such circumstances, no one knew if he would do something crazy.

After all, a cultivator with nothing to worry about would be the most terrifying as their combat power would usually double.

Harper then slowly looked at the Heavenly Stars Sect’s disciples.