Hunter x Hunter: From Obtaining the World to Beyond Heaven

"Can you find out who that judicial determination was issued for? If I'm not mistaken, it should be related to Princess Seranghi, right?"

Otherwise, why would Caesar choose Queen Servanchi, the seventh queen whose influence was ranked last among all the queens, instead of someone else?

There are only two explanations: Caesar is the Seventh Queen's man, or the person he needs to provide the "judicial certificate" for is related to the Seventh Queen.

This is the only way to ensure that the princess will use her influence to help him achieve this goal.

Celidonich's prediction was remarkably accurate, and Mark promptly offered a compliment:

"Your Highness is truly a master strategist. Our investigation has revealed that the certificate he issued was for a professional hunter named Dia Diego."

"A professional hunter? Is the Seventh Princess going to hire him?"

"It seems that's not the case now. Neither the princess herself nor her two princes have increased the number of privately established troops or directly subordinate troops."

Mark said casually:

"The hunter's identity was submitted to V5's confidential files by the Hunter Association, and no past experience could be found."

"Then he must be at least a high-ranking member of the Hunter Association, right? Hmph..."

Celidonish snorted coldly, his curiosity about this hunter named Dia growing stronger.

Based on the information above, he had a vague feeling that something was amiss—

It's probably not that the hunter wanted something from the queen, but rather that the seventh queen wanted something from the hunter, so she deliberately tried to curry favor with him in this way!

Furthermore, the fact that the hunter was able to access V5's confidential archives is extremely rare.

Cheridone didn't know much about professional hunters.

These people, numbering only a few hundred worldwide, are as rare as endangered species; you rarely encounter them in your daily life unless you deliberately seek them out.

"Is there any other information? Besides the Seventh Princess, what about my two younger siblings?"

Celidonich astutely grasped the crux of the problem.

Ultimately, regardless of who is seeking something from whom, all of the princess's actions revolve around the issue of succession to the throne.

The seventh queen's children are the twelfth prince, Mumtse, and the thirteenth prince, Marayan.

Those two princes... well, they were either clueless children or useless pretty boys who were good for nothing but being cute.

It's likely that the Seventh Princess approached the hunter with the intention of recruiting reliable private soldiers for them.

"Judging by her age, my twelfth sister should be an adult by now, right? She can recruit her own private army, can't she?"

Celidonich calculated his age and asked.

Mark said:

"That's generally true, but you, Cherry, should know best that this rule is just a formality. As far as I know, His Highness the Twelfth Prince has never recruited a single private soldier."

When Celidonich recruited his own private army, he was only 12 years old, but with his talent and his mother's support, he managed to recruit a considerable number of followers.

However, if a prince is a good-for-nothing, even when he grows up, not many people will genuinely follow him.

In such situations, only the queen, as their mother, can exert her influence by assigning her troops to the prince.

"Hunter...private soldier...Kimizawa..."

Celidonich tapped his fingers on the armrest of the sofa, making a soft tapping sound, as he fell into deep thought.

He felt like he had overlooked something, like a mouse carrying his slipper had slipped past him without him stepping on it in time.

wrong……

A glint of light flashed in Celidonich's eyes.

If Mumu Ze is already an adult but still doesn't have his own troops, even if the Seventh Princess is biased, she will definitely assign at least one soldier to her.

But the current situation is indeed quite strange, with a shortage of manpower.

This is unreasonable!

One plausible explanation is that, in Queen Serwangi's view, Mumuze's safety did not require the dispatch of her troops to guarantee it.

Was it the hunter who gave her that confidence? Or was it just a coincidence, and the real reason something else remained unexplained?

Celidonich pondered deeply, enjoying the process of unraveling the mystery through reasoning.

Mark behind him remained silent, standing like a loyal butler.

After a long silence, he suddenly asked:

"Among my private soldiers, are there any who have obtained a hunter's license?"

Mark thought for a moment, then shook his head and said:

"If they are active-duty private soldiers, then no."

There are some things Mark didn't say, things about "thought," but there's no need to tell Celidonich about them.

"Active service? Mark, I don't recall ever telling you that I like people to keep me in suspense..."

Celidonich turned his head and looked coldly at Mark, a glint of cold light flashing in his eyes.

If the other person's next words displease him, he will kill Mark on the spot.

This is a perfect example of the saying "serving a ruler is like serving a tiger."

Mark smiled calmly and said slowly:

"Your Highness, please calm down. The reason I deliberately emphasized active duty is because one of your former private soldiers has obtained a hunter's license and become a professional hunter, according to the information recently submitted to the talent pool."

The fourth prince had a considerable number of private soldiers under his command, but most of them were ordinary soldiers without even a military rank.

Soldiers with even a modicum of value are recorded in Mark's talent pool, with data updates made regularly.

These are all top-notch talents.

"That private soldier's name is Pokson. He was an officer reserve who came from the countryside to the capital. His current rank is Private First Class. He recently gave up his private soldier status due to financial problems and chose to join the National Defense Force's undercover operation..."

Because Pokson used the false identity "Pochi" given to her by the Kakin Kingdom's army when she obtained her Hunter License, her obtaining the Hunter License was recorded.

"Speaking of which, that privately-appointed soldier was your classmate, Cherry. You graduated from the same military academy."

"Oh, I think that's true, but I've almost forgotten about it."

"Celidonich said calmly."

Even if a junior soldier was once his classmate and friend, he would have forgotten most of them after so long since graduation.

What's more, he's just a country bumpkin from the countryside...

"He actually gave up his status as a private soldier just because he didn't have money. What a spineless coward!"

Celidonich casually remarked:

"Send a message to the King's Army and tell her to abandon that mission and return home. Have someone give her some money and switch to another mission."

Mark nodded:

"Okay, I'll discuss with the Royal Army what specific mission they'll be replacing it with."

"Since the Seventh Princess likes hunters so much, then let's give her a hunter!"

Celidonich sneered and said:

"Let Pokson find a way to join the Seventh Princess's army, or become the captain of my good-for-nothing sister's private army, and then take the opportunity to find out what's going on with that hunter named Dia!"

"Tell her that if necessary, she should use any means necessary—assassination, bribery, seduction, coercion—she must completely control that person!"

It's standard practice for a higher-ranking prince to plant spies within the private army of a lower-ranking prince.

Even in later succession battles, this would become a rule, namely that the prince in power has the right to send his own private army to "protect" the prince in power.

This deeply ingrained sense of hierarchy permeated all aspects of daily life in Kakin, from royalty to commoners.

At the level of princesses, this manifests as the absolute information gap that superior princesses exert over inferior princesses.

"Yes!"

Mark nodded solemnly and turned to leave to negotiate with the King's Army.

"Wait, there's one more thing."

Celidonich's calm voice came again, and Mark stopped and turned around:

"Go find me two more women. Remember, make sure you ask them clearly this time. Don't bring those two stupid, pig-headed women again."

"At the very least, you need to know the name of the capital city of Kakin and the name of the king, understand? That's the bare minimum for being a decent human being."

Celidonish grinned menacingly, his two rows of sharp, white teeth resembling those of a shark waiting for its meal.

"Yes."

Mark nodded in agreement, turned around, and went out the door...

Chapter 343 [Exchange Contract] × Meteor City's Revenge

Meteor Street, the Great Hall, a clear blue sky.

The white-haired host slowly read the eulogy on stage, making everyone drowsy:

"...Her death was a death of great dignity, fighting to the last moment against the enemy. As Machi Komachini's sisters, we offer our deepest condolences..."

In the center of the hall, inside a fine coffin, Machi's body was stitched together with special techniques, lying perfectly intact.

Beside the coffin, a figure dressed in a biohazard suit, whose face was obscured, silently watched everything.

Her eyes were closed, and her long hair was loosely spread out beneath her, like Sleeping Beauty who had just fallen asleep, serene and peaceful.

After a long while, someone came forward, closed the coffin lid, and lifted the body to be taken outside.

There, Grero's coffin had been laid to rest, and next to it, a burial pit had been dug for Machi.

The figure in the biohazard suit followed, watching as Machi's coffin was lowered into the pit, covered with yellow earth, and a tombstone was erected...

Her tombstone was not engraved with her name, and a few foxtail grasses were placed in front of it.

The people of Meteor Street are too cheap. Even when commemorating the dead, they don't like to use expensive flowers, but instead use the most common and cheapest foxtail grass from the roadside.

"She's a beautiful girl, she might like flowers, but this is all we have..."