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Chapter 43 (1)
Chapter 43 (1)
Chapter 43 (1)
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Agellan Prosperity, Outer Apex.
In front of the railing overlooking the city, Duke Regis Brandt stood quietly.
His pupils behind closed eyelids rolled around, and the tip of the staff he held twitched.
Veins spread like spider webs centered around the bulging forehead wriggled.
He was perceiving every nook and cranny of the city right now.
It was different from seeing with his eyes.
He simultaneously perceived the wavelengths of colors invisible to the naked eye, smells, and sounds, encompassing the vast space.
The heightened senses he gained by opening the Demonic Realm.
He controlled the hunting dogs using all his senses.
Unlike the screams and terror that filled the air, there werent many victims outside the city walls.
Regis delicate calculations were at play.
He didnt want Agellan to crumble entirely.
The people were like seeds of the city. Sacrifice was enough to imprint fear and anger on their souls.
His main targets were the resistant nobles and those who stood in his way.
It was an opportunity to turn a crisis into a chance.
He had considered the end near when even Marquis Butchard had fallen.
For those who do not give up, paths tend to open.
After this night of madness, his few followers would stand with the majority.
Hehehe
A muffled chuckle escaped Regis lips.
It reminded him of Maeve Liurel.
The most annoying variable had returned, at the end of TyrEns year.
From the look of it, he seemed buried in frustration and despair, unable to be found even with heightened senses.
He didnt know how the kingdoms aquatics had been eliminated.
Since most of the family had likely perished, vengeance for the followers had been sufficiently accomplished.
Of course, he had yet to pay for ruining the picture he had painted.
TyrEns soul and the hunting dogs would be offered as tributes to the god he served.
It would be enough to inherit power through opening the Demonic Realm.
!
In an instant, Regis expression twisted.
Once again, he felt the presence of an annoying existence outside the fortress.
Something was repeatedly fighting the hunting dogs and escaping in the outer area.
At first, he thought it was Maeve, but he knew it wasnt.
She wasnt that agile.
Of course, she wasnt anything remarkable.
Regis ordered the outer hunting dogs to pursue the entity.
They needed prey anyway.
Regis bulging forehead like a tumor twitched as if about to burst.
Controlling this many hunting dogs for the first time was no easy task.
The Demonic Realm was the same.
However, it was an unyielding force that couldnt be given up.
It was just for one night for now.
Someday, he would offer the entire kingdom to the god and forever possess this power.
At that time, he could also ascend to the semi-divine realm.
When that time came, he could reveal the true truth against the empire.
If only that damn woman disappeared No one will stop me anymore.
Regis muttered, then fell silent.
The sound of footsteps climbing the stairs.
The bulging forehead eased along with the veins, and the heightened senses scattered.
Regis slowly opened his eyes.
The view beneath the apex unfolded.
Open up! Please open!
Please! Save us, please! Ah, aaargh!
The belated refugees, who were banging on the tightly shut city walls, were screaming and fleeing.
A few hunting dogs chased after them, panting heavily.
Perhaps mortals were so insignificant.
A faint smile brushed Regis lips.
Your Grace.
A soldier entered the apex.
With a somewhat wry expression as if asking when he had last smiled, Regis turned his head.
The soldier bowed his head.
Why are you in such a dangerous place, Your Grace? If anything were to happen, many would be in peril.
A disaster seems to be looming. The devotee of the radiant goddess cannot turn away. Just now, someones family knocked on the gates. Why didnt you open the door?
Its your command, Your Majesty I apologize.
You have nothing to apologize for. So, what brings you here?
His Majesty is searching for something. Other noble houses are as well.
Indeed. Lets return together. Its equally risky for you to stay alone.
The soldier gestured towards the stairs.
With a resolute attitude, Regis didnt hesitate to descend the stairs.
Passing through narrow corridors and a few rooms, he entered the assembly hall where refugees had gathered.
Amidst the knights and soldiers lined up along the outskirts and passages, the gathered refugees sat huddled together.
Exchanging glances with a few of his followers, Regis turned toward the throne at the front.
Sitting on the throne was a man exuding annoyance and restlessness, Archibald Brandt. He was Aevin Archibald Brandt, Regis nephew and the crown prince of the kingdom, King Aevin II.
Although Regis thought of him as a pitiful creature who inherited only his brothers blood, he still managed to put on his characteristic merciful smile.
Your Grace. Have you found what you were looking for?
Uncle. How is the situation outside?
The king looked at him.
Above his head, the antler-shaped crown gleamed in golden light, following the glow of the candles.
The soldiers on each wall are in battle. The creatures couldnt seem to climb the walls. The people they can only pray to the radiant goddess for protection.
Damn it such unfortunate events happening in the capital of the kingdom. If rumors spread, Agellan will be perceived as weak.
Overcoming this incident will actually prove the kingdoms strength. Once the day breaks, we can find the source of this curse and eradicate it.
A lot of talk has been circulating about that. Uncles insight is needed.
If youre talking about insight, what?
The king gestured.
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