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The royal road and the square.
The place that had been empty when the hearing began was now packed with people, leaving no room to stand. People’s eyes were fixed on the hearing scene projected by the magic projector.
“The Necronomicon was found in the Bertio mansion, right?”
“······ That’s right.”
Evan looked around the room after hearing the Heretic’s answer. Those gathered in the square seemed to have made eye contact with him. They swallowed their saliva in tension that made their throats burn.
“Is there any greater evidence than this?”
The square became quiet.
“No! Nooooooo! You! You sent it to me!”
“Right now, that pig-like bitch has brought my hometown to that state, and on top of that, she’s trying to destroy the entire kingdom? Is that so?”
The booming voice of a middle-aged woman with thick waistline drowned out Beortio’s screams. Judging from the content of her words and her accent, it was clear that she was from the North.
“Oh! You woman, be careful. You’re royalty, royalty. What are you going to do if you get caught by the secret police?”
Her husband quickly covered her mouth.
“Let go of this! Right now, even if I get arrested, I have to say what I have to say. People! That damn bitch killed my parents, relatives, and brothers!”
“That f*cking bitch!”
“Cut off his head right now!”
“Wow, wow, wow!”
In an instant, the square became a cauldron of chaos. People were shouting for the immediate execution of Beortio and were ready to rush to the palace.
“Uh, uh, uh! Everyone calm down!”
“Stop it! Stop it! Calm down, people!”
“Kwaaah! Support! I need support!”
The police had no idea that such a large number of people would gather. The personnel they had deployed were not enough to stop the excited people.
The roof of a three-story mansion overlooking the square.
There was someone watching the excited people there.
It was Austin wearing a fox mask.
The middle-aged woman and her husband who had first raised their voices in the square were slowly making their way through the crowd.
Austin watched the two and recalled the conversation he had had with the Fifth Prince.
– Really, do you really think that people would believe that Beortio was trying to throw the kingdom into the abyss of hell?
– Mr. Austin, the public is not as smart as they think. Just give them a few wind catchers and watch. You will understand what I mean.
“Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!”
“Kwaaah! Everyone calm down!”
“Don’t push! Don’t push!”
It really turned out just as the 5th prince said.
– Later, the Mansinjeon or the First Prince camp may reveal that many of the claims made by the 5th Prince were false. Especially the part about assassinating the 4th Prince. No matter how much I think about it, the evidence we fabricated is just not there.
– It’s okay. By then, most of the people of the kingdom won’t care who the real culprit is who assassinated the Fourth Prince. Even if there’s a problem, it won’t matter much.
– What do you mean?
– As always, people are more interested in current events than past events.
– Are you saying that······ you’re going to do something like this again?
– I’d like to avoid that kind of thing as much as possible. I’ve suffered a lot of losses one way or another.
– Are you at a loss?
– There is something like that.
‘What could it be? The 5th prince suffered a loss. And what on earth is that information······.’
Austin wondered about that.
Beortio’s schedule and escort’s route.
A secret warehouse that even the employees didn’t know about.
A moment when the mansion security becomes lax.
Above all, the fact that Beortio wanted the Necronomicon.
I had doubts about whether or not something had gone into her head.
Thanks to the information provided by Evan, the Northern Liberation Army was able to produce evidence to drive out Beortio without any damage.
‘The 5th Prince is a truly scary person.’
– If you’re really that anxious, there is a way. When I think about it, it seems cleaner than creating a new incident.
– what is that?
“5th Prince aaaaah! You, you me- kaaaah!”
Bertio screamed at the hearing. Black veins began to pop out all over her face and body.
“Kill him! Kill him······?”
“Calm down! Calm down······?”
The cheers echoing throughout the square suddenly stopped.
The excited citizens of Barona and the security forces blocking them all looked at Beortio projected by the magic projector with dumbfounded faces.
“Wow, right now! The contract with the Demon Tribe has been broken!”
A middle-aged woman leaving the square shouted one last time and disappeared without a trace.
– The dead do not speak.
Austin watched the strangely transformed Beortio grumbling and made a deep impression on himself that he would never betray the Fifth Prince.
***
My days at the orphanage in my previous life.
Even on midsummer nights when it was difficult to breathe due to the tropical nights, I turned off all the fans before I went to sleep. This was because of media reports that sleeping with the fan on could lead to death.
I thought it was real for a while, even after my hair grew thicker.
And when I told some of my acquaintances the truth about the fan legend, about half of them didn’t believe me. They were all really smart people, though.
– The public is stupid.
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At that moment, I realized that what he said was true.
“Ugh! Ugh! Cluck!”
“Save me! Save me no matter what!”
“T, you’re wrong!”
The hearing room turned into a mess.
The Inquisitors were pouring their divine powers into saving Beortio, who was oozing black blood from every orifice.
It’s useless.
Treatment using divine power is not omnipotent. Even if the natural healing power of humans is raised to the extreme, if the power that seeks to devour life is stronger than that, it will only prolong the time of suffering.
The spirit capsule that Beortio ate this morning contained a poison that was different from the original ingredients and was so deadly that it would only save three or four archbishop-level priests if they were present at the scene.
It is a poison passed down by a priest of a small tribe in the Eastern Continent, which can be reached by boat after more than a month beyond the Kingdom of Arya.
I’m not sure if the true nature of that poison will be revealed later. For now, I’ll bet against it.
Considering the speed at which the capsule melts, the reaction should have come about an hour later, while the Inquisitors were taking him away. I was a little taken aback that it happened sooner than expected.
“Ugh, ugh, I, I’m not······.”
“Don’t close your eyes! Live!”
It is a poison used by local priests to turn their enemies they dislike into ‘humans cursed by evil spirits’.
That’s how miserable Beortio’s appearance was.
To some extent······ Yes, it was similar to the words of a contractor who received a gift from the Demon Tribe in advance and failed to fulfill the terms of the contract.
“Ugh, woof woof woof.”
“Eww! This human is so dirty!”
Some of the more squeamish among those gathered in the hearing room felt nauseated by the disgust.
“I, I’m not- ugh!”
“no!!”
Despite the desperate efforts of the Inquisitors, Beortio’s movements were halted.
“Lord, he is dead.”
“Yes, Mr. Lawrence.”
How desperate must it have been for Lawrence, who led the Inquisitors, to have his hood torn off and his blond hair, which would have shaken the guard of many women, was disheveled and soaked with sweat.
He turned his head with a dejected expression and glared at me.
“Relations with Lawrence Florence have deteriorated dramatically.”
Among the countless notifications flashing in the corner of my eye, one in particular caught my eye.
‘whatever.’
The Inquisitor of the Pantheon has the authority to conduct surprise searches even of the king, but does not have the authority to investigate the deaths of royal family members resulting from power struggles.
If you want to do that, you’ll have to link me up with the demon tribe······.
‘If you can, try it.’
He stared at Lawrence with those eyes.
Soon, he bit his lip and turned his head towards Beortio’s body.
I also looked at what was Beortio. It was the first time I had actually seen someone who had died in relation to me. And she was the one I had personally touched.
It was more bland than I thought.
He was a man who deserved to die. While researching using the [Library], I felt a murderous desire to see Beortio do things that no human could do.
It was a cart full of someone’s daughter, older sister, or younger sister who died after she drained her blood to the limit. A special treat eaten a few times a year······.
Let’s stop, I’m starting to get irritated.
“Chairman Bert. We will collect the body.”
“Do so.”
The Inquisitors took what had been Beortio and left the hearing room. Before leaving the room, Lawrence took one last look at me.
– See you again sometime.
It seemed like that was the look in his eyes.
He shook his head firmly. I am busy trying to survive in the palace, so I would rather not get involved with the religious groups. I feel a little sorry for using you, so I plan to repay you when the time comes.
‘I don’t know if I’ll get the chance, though.’
With the inquisitors gone, the once chaotic hearing room became somewhat calmer.
The 29 members of parliament were looking at me. Then I looked around at the people sitting in the gallery. Their eyes had changed.
– It’s you.
– You did it.
– You ate Beortio?
Everyone was asking me that, just not saying it out loud.
I clapped my hands loudly inside.
As expected, those of you sitting in the Royal Council. Unlike the ignorant masses, you noticed what I did. Did you enjoy my banter?
Of course, outwardly I didn’t give them any answer.
I glanced at the notification windows piling up like crazy in the corner of my vision.
“My relationship with Alberto Leone has deteriorated.”
“My relationship with Ricardo Leone has improved.”
“My relationship with Soleon Leon······.”
‘I can’t get a feel for this.’
There were members of the 1st Prince faction whose relationship improved, while there were members of the 2nd Prince faction and the neutral faction whose relationship deteriorated.
Even though they were laughing and pretending to be on the same side, it seemed like each of their feelings were completely different. I realized once again what kind of place the palace was.
I only looked at the important figures.
First of all······ Judging from the fact that there is no notification regarding Count Clien, it seems that he has not had any significant changes in his mind. Even if he has, it doesn’t seem like it would be enough to change our relationship.
“My relationship with Miloa Christie has deteriorated dramatically.”
The notification about Count Miloa was nodded. If it had been improved, that would have been more questionable.
The most important person is······.
“My relationship with Bert Leon has improved.”
‘thank god.’
That thought crossed my mind first. To be honest, I was a little worried that Beortio would die in the hearing room rather than while being dragged to the Pantheon.
I was worried that people might misunderstand me as a poisonous snake.
I looked at Congressman Bert.
He was observing me, stroking his chin. I couldn’t read what he was thinking. He was different from his son, the 3rd Knight Commander Gert.
Will Gert, who used to respond with an expression to every word thrown at him, change like that when he steps down as the Commander of the Knights and enters central politics?
It was a little funny and scary to imagine that.
***
12 in favor, 15 against, 2 abstentions.
Miloa gritted his teeth as he watched the results of the vote to nullify Evan’s immunity from arrest.
The royal council members supporting the prince looked at her with expressions that said they had done their job and then left the hearing room.
Miloa growled softly at Count Clien, who was sitting next to her.
“Fifth Prince, can you handle it?”
“······It wasn’t a butterfly or a moth or anything like that.”
Words whose meaning is unknown.
Miloa frowned. Clien paid her no attention and muttered softly.
“······It was a poisonous snake.”
Miloa couldn’t understand how this situation could have come about. He planned to conduct a thorough investigation as soon as he left the hearing room.
One thing is certain.
She also agreed with the word ‘poisonous snake’ that Clien had just uttered.
‘You shouldn’t touch it rashly.’
Five Princes, Northern Liberation Army, and Six Neutral Senators.
When viewed separately, they are nothing special, but when put together, they resemble a poisonous snake with sharp fangs.
The situation was completely different from five years ago when the noble faction was tightly united, and now that the faction was divided into factions centered around the First and Second Princes. Depending on how you train that poisonous snake, you can inflict fatal wounds on your opponent.
‘We have to train them.’
or not······.
‘There might be a way to reach an agreement with the Second Prince and get rid of the poisonous snake in advance.’
A sharp light appeared in Miloa’s eyes as she glanced at the client.
Meanwhile.
Evan standing alone in the hearing room.
“Achievement, ‘I am the prince of this country!’ achieved”
“[Support] has been opened.”
“[All Things] has been opened.”
.
.
.
The messages that appeared before his eyes with fanfare were too curious to pay attention to Miloa and Clien who were looking at him from the audience.
