Evil Duke, Please Be Gentle!

Chapter 580 Suicide Mission

Henry wanted to shout that a letter would not solve any problem but he knew that shouting a knight would not solve his problems.

He stood up and adjusted his clothes and took the letter from the hands of the knight.

"That old man! He went to have the time of his life with ladies while I am suffering here so much! I want him not his letter." he muttered as he closed the door of his office, and then locked it making sure that no one would enter suddenly.

He opened the letter and was surprised to read that George already knew that their plan failed yet he was writing a letter but not coming here personally to handle the leftover of his rash actions.

But as he continued to read the letter, his eyes widened and his heart stopped beating for a second.

His face looked pale as if he had seen the ghost in the letter but it was more than that.. Much more!

The letter fell from his trembling hands as the man fell on his seat.

Sweat started to form on his face and he gulped his own saliva.

It took him a few minutes to come back to his senses and he picked up the glass of water and drank it in a single gulp.

"He.. he wants to kill his own brother and son?" killing their wives which are not blood related to them was one thing but killing your one and only son was…!

What kind of human could do that? The greed of the throne changed humans completely.

His majesty has lost all his rationality. Even when Andrw was starting a rebel, it was only due to the recent rash decision of his father but killing him for that..

"Could he not just let it go! After all, the seat was going to end up in the hands of Andrew sooner or later." he muttered as he wiped the sweat off his face.

But he was not in the position to refuse the actions of his majesty. If he would have been clean, he would have left the job but he knew that it was a swamp and he was in it for so long that leaving was not a choice.

Not only him, but his family would die the moment he would walk out of this office.

He closed his eyes. It was his majesty who wanted to kill everyone, it had nothing to do with him.

He consoled himself with that lie, as he pressed the bell and opened the door again.

Soon all the dark knights in incharge of the troops entered.

"I want all of you at our secret place in an hour." he ordered when they nodded their heads at once.

He took a deep breath and started writing the letters and instructions and passed them to the troops, not a word was said further afraid that the walls would have ears.

The men knew the procedure, so they opened the letter and started reading it without uttering a word. But their expressions were no better than their heads.

They looked at the letter and then at the man so many times as if they were hoping that their master would say it was a joke after a few seconds but nothing like that happened.

"Yes, that is right! I want you all prepared in an hour and ready to fulfill the order. Do you have any doubt or question?" The man pointed at the letter in front of him, signaling them to write their doubts there but no one moved even an inch.

Their life was in doubt after this order. They were sure that they were going to die. If killing their wives was impossible, what made his majesty think that killing them would be easier?

Was it not a suicide mission? Was it not asking for more tables and proving himself too!

They realized that the man they were serving too hard all their lives, had lost his sanity.

They exchanged glances and nodded their heads as they left from there.

Walking in groups, they took their horses as if they were going for a round but ended up in an empty area in the woods.

"Hey, do you think we can complete this mission at all?" he asked with a sigh when others looked downcasted too.

"We are not able to even reach lady Elizabeth and lady Evangeline. Killing their husbands.. Sigh! I could not understand why we are getting orders that could not be done?" asked another with a frustrated look on his face, "my wife just gave birth to my son last week, if i die , who will take care of them?"

If it would have been a mission related to their country, then their family would have gotten a reward enough to spend their lifetimes on but if they would die as a traitor who wanted to kill the crown prince of their country, who would offer them a reward?

His majesty? He would even refuse to recognize them as his dark knights and they would be announced as traitors to the public.

"Ha! How naive? Do you think if we got caught or died while killing the crown prince who is dethroning his father, our family would survive?" said another with a tone full of mockery, "they will kill all the members of our family to set an example for the empire."

His words shuddered everyone around them but no one had words to refute him.

They all nodded their heads while they turned gloomy. It was not fear of their lives but fear of being a criminal and affecting the name, honor and life of their loved ones that chained them with fear.

"I will not go!" said one of them, shocking all ther.

"What do you mean..?"

"I mean i will not go on a sucide mission, i have enough of it. I will go and tell the truth to his highness, lord Andrew and ask him to help me."