Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 418

Harrison called out, his voice sharp and urgent. The moment Selene bolted from the hall, it felt as if some invisible force was pulling his heart straight out of his chest, tethered to her every step.

Without a second thought, Harrison chased after her.

“Hey! Mr. Vaughn!” the assistant cried, rushing after them, sweat glistening on his brow as he glanced back anxiously toward the auditorium. He wiped his face with a shaking hand, his nerves edged with dread.

His mind was a mess of worry.

It had all started two weeks ago, when Dames had them survey the school’s auditorium.

“I want a fire to break out in the auditorium!” Dames had announced with unnerving calm. “Go tell Dad and Mom that I’m trapped inside and can’t get out. If Mom really loves me, she’ll risk everything to come save me!”

Back then, the assistant—assigned by Harrison to keep an eye on Dames—had broken into a cold sweat just hearing the plan.

“Young master, that’s way too dangerous!” he protested. “There’s absolutely no way we’re letting you anywhere near a real fire!”

“That’s why I came to you,” Dames replied, his tone forceful for someone so small. “You need to figure out how to make it safe! I need this to happen, but no one can get hurt.”

Dames squared his shoulders, radiating determination. “I’m doing this so Mom and Dad will finally make up.”

The assistant hesitated, torn. “But… what if, when you’re in danger, your mom doesn’t run into the fire to save you?”

To pull off this “perfect fire,” he’d had to scout the entire auditorium repeatedly, planning how to ignite a blaze that would stay within safe limits.

And to make things worse, Dames had threatened him—Harrison could never find out. If Harrison even suspected, Dames would have him fired on the spot.

“But what if I set the fire and get caught?” the assistant had pleaded, eyes wide with desperation.

Dames had simply replied, “If you do it, and Mom and I make up, Dad won’t just forgive you—he’ll protect you himself.”

Before the assistant could voice another protest, Dames had already guessed what he was about to say.