Only God

"Exactly for this reason, I hope His Majesty the King will personally tell the story, so that we can further understand your greatness."

Kafu the Sixth felt that Aler seemed to know something, but he couldn't be sure.

Perhaps he was just being paranoid.

With such thoughts in mind, Kafu the Sixth thankfully had come prepared. He took a deep breath and slowly started telling a story he had already prepared.

In this story, "Maxwell's Miracle" never happened.

At that time, the Dwarf army advanced to the area around Larsen Town, successfully capturing Boot Fortress, but they encountered massive resistance in Larsen Town.

Surrounded by Maxwell's forces, facing the encirclement of Golan's troops, the Dwarf legions suffered a great blow and were on the verge of collapse. Just at the critical moment, Kafu the Sixth led three legions and suddenly arrived at the front line of the battlefield.

The Maxwell forces encircling the Dwarves were suddenly encircled themselves. The battlefield situation was reversed in an instant. Even though the Golanese struggled valiantly, they were at the end of their tether.

From there, the Dwarf army crushed all of the Golanese's resistance, and although at a terrible cost, victory was still a victory. The Royal City of Nuo Lang was almost taken without resistance, and the Golanese signed a treaty with the Dwarves, officially becoming a vassal state of the Dwarves.

The story Kafu the Sixth had carefully prepared beforehand sounded so real and credible, full of twists and turns, and many parts were not unfounded but had traces to follow.

A great, bloody war story intertwined with fire and sword was being told, and the guests in attendance applauded, marveling at the perils of war and the King's great accomplishments.

Prince Mura was even more excited, for he knew far better than others how the Dwarves of the Gold Silver Clan had once opposed his father. But now, in front of his father's accomplishments, what could those Dwarves possibly say?

Kafu the Sixth surveyed the reaction of the guests and nodded in satisfaction; it looked like he truly had deceived everyone.

Even though he knew he could not keep the secret forever, he just needed a little more time, just to get through this period.

Using the delay in front line information, meticulous preparations beforehand, and through grand celebratory festivities, no one would suspect that Kafu the Sixth had not returned in triumph.

Then, the King's gaze fell back on Aler,

"Now, Aler, do you have any more questions?" Kafu the Sixth slowly asked.

Aler smiled slightly and continued,

"I often hear that dreams have omens; what people see in their dreams often happens in reality.

Your Majesty, the Glory of Hiris, I heard the triumphant horns, yet in my dream, I saw a great defeat."

A flicker of astonishment passed through Kafu the Sixth's eyes.

Prince Mura beside him couldn't hold back. He reached out to strangle Aler's thick neck,

"What did you say? You traitorous cur, how can you have such preposterous dreams?!"

Aler stepped back, allowing Prince Mura to lunge at empty air and continued,

"Preposterous dreams?

No, in this world, some may not believe in prophecies, but they do believe in dreams.

I saw a battlefield covered in blood, where only the victors still stood. Then I heard a cry that I thought belonged to a group of Dwarves. But to my astonishment, it was a group of Golanese, shouting a name, 'Maxwell's Miracle'."

Kafu the Sixth visibly turned pale, looking incredulously at Aler.

How did he know?!

Aler's narrative was so vivid; an enthusiastic applause erupted from the members of the Gold Silver Clan, almost as if it had been arranged in advance, and all eyes in the hall suddenly focused on Aler.

Prince Mura, completely unaware of the truth, thought Aler was spreading rumors and bellowed at him,

"Don't get agitated; it was just a dream."

Aler continued,

"In my dream, I saw the Dwarves split into three divisions, only to be routed by Maxwell before the Royal City, and then defeated all the way to the Helong Mountain Range – once unstoppable, they were now nothing more than homeless dogs.

In the end, the Glory of Hiris was forced to negotiate for peace, having not only failed to conquer Golan but also failed to reclaim the entire Helong Mountain Range."

Kafu the Sixth was almost ashen-faced. Before everyone, Aler had revealed a stark truth.

During this time, the dwarves of the Gold Silver Clan kept making a racket, applauding incessantly—they clearly had a scheme premeditated.

After a long while, Kafu the Sixth struggled to speak,

"That was just a discordant dream."

At this very moment, throngs of servants appeared from all directions to serve the guests dish after dish, keg after keg of fine wine had their bungs removed, poured into bottles surrounded by ice, and after being chilled, presented on the long tables—the banquet was exceptionally lively.

Aler suddenly declared,

"No, Your Majesty, that wasn't a discordant dream, it was the truth!

You deceived us, you deceived everyone! Kaelonde never conquered Golan!"

His words caused an uproar throughout the hall.

Kafu the Sixth suddenly gasped for breath, his face flushed and his fingers trembling incessantly.

Prince Mura leapt up, too angry to contain himself any longer, intent on arresting the agitator, Aler.

However, Aler merely raised his hand, commanding with a shout, the dwarves of the Gold Silver Clan uniformly rose to their feet, drawing the long daggers they had concealed on their persons, and surrounded the throne.

"What are you doing?! You are here to attend the banquet!"

Prince Mura's face suddenly turned pale as he yelled.

But the dwarves of the Gold Silver Clan ignored him, and before Kafu the Sixth could even call the guards, they advanced with their daggers, not sparing a glance for Prince Mura, heading straight for the throne.

Kafu the Sixth turned deathly pale, completely stunned.

When he had ascended to the throne, the Gold Silver Clans had sworn loyalty to him; now, they were so unabashedly trampling their oaths.

This indicated that the Gold Silver Clan could no longer tolerate the situation, their dissatisfaction had reached its limit.

Kafu the Sixth was not unaware of the long-standing discontent within the Gold Silver Clan.

But the clan was never a single entity—they had many internal frictions, some clans were close to the King, while others were the complete opposite. All this time, Kafu the Sixth had been dividing them by playing them against each other.

Only he had never imagined that one day the Gold Silver Clans would unite like this.

As long as one clan objected, they all would rise to defend the King.

Yet now, every clan representative within the Gold Silver Clan had their daggers raised against the King.

Due to Nelson's influence, the Gold Silver Clan had long been secretly aware of the truth.

For this war, the Gold Silver Clans had exerted great effort; not only did they supply weapons and equipment upon the King's request, but they also sent their progeny to the battlefield.

And what was their reward?

A mere third of the Helong Mountain Range?

The Gold Silver Clan was thoroughly outraged; they could no longer tolerate the situation and were determined to settle all old scores that day.

The atmosphere in the entire banquet hall shifted dramatically, as the guests on the periphery watched the unfolding scene in stunned silence.

Confusion and panic filled the air of the great hall, and many in a frenzy rushed towards the palace's main doors.

"No, I am your King!"

Perhaps knowing that his end was near, Kafu the Sixth screamed, his veins bulging in his arms.

But the dwarves of the Gold Silver Clan wouldn't listen; they surged forward. It was unclear who stabbed the first blow, but with the sound of exquisite satin being ripped, countless daggers descended, a clattering noise filled the air— it was the body of the King toppling from the throne.

Prince Mura looked on in a daze at this scene, feeling the world spin around him, still unsure of what had happened, how this scene came to be before his eyes.

By the time he came to his senses, he was on his feet, grabbing a nearby chair, ready to smash it onto the assassins, hoping to save his father.

Pandemonium spread throughout the banquet hall of the palace,

Today,

The King was dead.