NOVEL NEXT Chapter 38
Chapter 38: The Turmoil of the Gildolq Kingdom (6)
“I bring good news today,” Jilvol declared coldly in front of King Orutas II and his family. Orutas and his family stared at Jilvol with hollow, lifeless eyes.
“The Duchy of Garsmice has fallen. The Garsmaith Duke House has been annihilated.”
At Jilvol’s words, Orutas and his family widened their eyes in shock. They were personally acquainted with the Garsmaith Duke House, and its destruction was a blow to them.
“You might wonder how this is good news. Well, it turns out the Duke tried to switch sides to save his own skin.”
“What…?”
“He apparently cursed you all quite viciously. Seems he valued his own life more than yours. Oh, and of course, his plea for mercy was denied, and his entire family was executed.”
“……”
Orutas II couldn’t even muster a rebuttal. However, Queen Casaldia was the one who spoke up.
“Executed… all of them? How could you do something so cruel! Their youngest, Zvol, was only 11! How could you!?”
Casaldia scolded Jilvol in a harsh tone.
“Feria was killed when she was ten, wasn’t she?”
“……”
Casaldia was left speechless by Jilvol’s words.
“What’s wrong?”
“But… that’s…”
Casaldia stumbled over her words, seemingly defeated in the argument.
“Just kidding.”
“Huh?”
Jilvol smirked and retracted his statement, his tone dripping with mockery.
“Feria and I were the same age. She was killed when she was twelve.”
Casaldia was about to explode in anger, but in the next moment, Jilvol had already thrust his sword into her mouth. None of the Orutas family had even seen him draw his sword or move toward Casaldia.
“What’s wrong? Got bold as soon as you realized it was a lie? Don’t whine just because some noble brat was executed at 11. Your anger is so shallow, it can be overturned by a single clumsy lie of mine.”
“Guh…”
Jilvol swiped his sword sideways, slicing Casaldia’s mouth wide open.
“Aghhh!!”
“Casaldia!!”
“Mother!!”
“M-Mother!!”
Casaldia, her cheek split open, collapsed to the ground as her family rushed to her side.
“Well, that takes care of most of the Central Nobles. It’s no surprise they couldn’t stand a chance against my father’s battle-hardened soldiers and the useless parasites who only know how to steal credit.”
“Y-You monster! What do you plan to do with the people!?”
Demitul shouted at Jilvol, though it was more out of impulsive frustration than any deep thought.
“Hmph, we have no grudge against the common folk. Unlike you, we don’t abuse them. After executing the ruling nobles, my army simply leaves.”
“L-Liar!!”
“Why do you think it’s a lie? What’s your evidence? All the information you receive is under my control. In your position, you have no way of knowing my army’s movements.”
“Ugh…”
“Demitul, you’re as shallow as ever. Just like that woman, you lack any real foresight.”
“That woman…?”
“Rusiola, of course. She danced to my tune perfectly.”
“Danced…?”
Demitul, unable to grasp Jilvol’s meaning, voiced his confusion.
“Don’t get it? She looked down on Zabeiru. Naturally, she’d be discontent if that guy married me. It worked out perfectly for me. If she had understood her mission and worked to bridge the gap between the central and regional nobles, gaining popularity in the Zabeil Border Duke Territory, she would’ve been a nuisance. So, I nudged her toward you.”
“T-That’s… ridiculous…”
“Your affair with Rusiola is common knowledge in the Zabeil Border Duke Territory. Of course it is. I made sure of it. Your scandal sent a clear message to the people of Zabeil.”
“A… message?”
“Yes, that the central nobles have no real intention of reconciling with the regions.”
Jilvol sneered as he spoke, and Demitul realized his words were no bluff—they were the truth.
“Well, well, I must thank Orutas for choosing Rusiola by royal decree. It really saved me a lot of trouble.”
Jilvol’s words were like poison to Orutas, a stark reminder of his fatal mistake.
“Now, let’s talk about your future.”
“……”
“The purge of the Central Nobles is nearly complete. All that’s left is to execute you as the final act.”
“Ex… execute…?”
“Yes, it’ll be a grand spectacle in the Zabeil Border Duke Territory. Rejoice. Your execution will lay the foundation for the Zabeiru United Kingdom.”
With that, Jilvol turned on his heel and left.
As the door closed, the royal family’s screams echoed through the room.
“How’s the preparation?”
“The selections have been made.”
“Good. That family must serve their purpose to the very end.”
“Understood.”
The subordinate bowed and left.
(Now… let’s see where the tide will take us.)
Jilvol muttered to himself.
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