NOVEL WEB Chapter 34
“A declaration of war!?”
One of Crown Prince Demitul’s aides, with a twisted grin, approached King Jilvol.
And in the next moment, Jilvol moved.
It was a very slow movement. But no one around him even realized he had moved.
Jilvol stuck his finger into the aide’s eye, used it as a pivot to spin around, and then twisted the aide’s neck.
Crrrack!
Jilvol twisted the neck to its limit, and with a grotesque sound, the aide collapsed.
“Idiot…”
Jilvol mercilessly stomped on the aide’s neck, which was twitching like a fish out of water, and it stopped moving.
The attendees all wore expressions of shock. What they had just witnessed was so surreal that they couldn’t react.
“Kyaaaaaaah!!”
“Uwaaaaaah!!”
But the silence didn’t last long. As soon as their emotions and understanding caught up, screams of terror erupted from the attendees.
“Frasta!! Jilvol!! Do you even know what you’ve done!?”
Crown Prince Demitul screamed, his face twisted in fear. Beside him, Rusiola had turned completely pale.
“What are you talking about? Didn’t I just declare war? This is a battlefield. It would be strange not to expect people to die.”
Jilvol’s words sent a chill through the attendees. The high-ranking nobles present had been to battlefields before, but never the front lines, so they had never felt the danger of death. But now, they realized they were standing right on the front lines.
“Guards!! Guards!! Arrest this man!!”
“No!! Kill him!!”
As someone shouted, the knights and guards stationed around the room rushed in. The guards had been prepared for external threats, not for something to happen inside the venue.
(So slow… I can’t even send a signal to escalate things.)
Jilvol watched the scene with a sarcastic smirk. He glanced around, seeing the terror clearly reflected in the eyes of those watching him.
The knights and guards surrounded Jilvol, all pointing their spears and swords at him.
“Duke Zabeil… We will detain you now. Resisting will do you no good.”
The commanding knight spoke solemnly.
Seeing this, the attendees immediately turned scornful gazes toward Jilvol. When in a favorable position, it’s only natural to look down on your opponent, at least from the perspective of an ordinary person.
“Oh… Resisting would be pointless, you say?”
Jilvol’s relaxed expression made the commander suspicious.
“Y-yes, that’s right. This is far too reckless…”
The commander’s words were cut off as Jilvol gestured toward one of the guards, who then hurled his spear at Jilvol.
“Now!! Men!!”
As the spear reached Jilvol’s hand, he shouted.
“Respond!!”
Voices answered Jilvol’s call, and in the next moment, the guards surrounding him began attacking the soldiers next to them.
“Gyaaaaah!!”
“What are you doing!?”
“Have you gone mad!?”
The commander was stunned as the soldiers who had surrounded Jilvol began killing each other.
(Pathetic.)
Jilvol smirked sarcastically and thrust the spear into the commander’s throat.
“Gah…”
The commander, his throat pierced, probably didn’t understand what had just happened. Though he had some skill, he never got the chance to use it, and his life ended right there.
Almost simultaneously, screams erupted from among the noble attendees.
A lower-ranking noble had drawn a hidden dagger and began attacking the other nobles.
“Gah!! Karkgol… You bastard!!”
“That’s right, you fool.”
Viscount Karkgol was mercilessly stabbing Marquess Kazinelt, his patron, in the stomach.
“Did you really think we served you willingly? Feel the wrath of my son!!”
With those words, Viscount Karkgol stabbed Marquess Kazinelt repeatedly in the chest and stomach.
“Gaaaaah!! P-please… stop…”
“I’ll slaughter your entire family!! I’ll send them all to hell, where you can live together happily!!”
“Gyaaaaaaaah!!”
Viscount Karkgol plunged the dagger into Marquess Kazinelt’s heart, and the marquess died.
Karkgol’s crazed eyes turned to the marquess’s wife standing nearby.
“Hiiii!”
The marquess’s wife’s scream of terror didn’t last long. Karkgol grabbed her face and stabbed her in the stomach. Overwhelmed by fear and pain, she crumpled to the ground without a sound.
Thud!!
Viscount Karkgol mercilessly kicked the crouching marquess’s wife in the face. It wasn’t a kick meant to harm—it was a kick filled with clear intent to kill. The marquess’s wife flew about two meters and rolled onto the floor.
“The signal!!”
At Jilvol’s words, rationality returned to Viscount Karkgol’s eyes.
“Hah!!”
Viscount Karkgol dragged Marquess Kazinelt’s body outside, pulled a leather pouch from his pocket, and poured the oil inside over the corpse.
“It might be lukewarm compared to the fires of hell, but it’ll do.”
Viscount Karkgol grinned and set the corpse on fire.
Shortly after the marquess’s body was set ablaze, screams began to echo throughout the royal palace, and flames started rising everywhere.
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