NOVEL WEB Chapter 35
“Wha… what is this…?”
Demitul muttered in a daze at the tragedy unfolding before his eyes. The trembling of Rusiola, who was clinging to him, made it clear that this surreal scene was indeed reality.
“Alright, this should do. Capture the survivors.”
“Yes, sir!”
At Jilvol’s command, his followers immediately shifted their focus from slaughter to capture.
“Don’t resist!!”
“Make any suspicious moves, and you’re dead!!”
“Gather in one spot and crouch down!!”
Not only the nobles but also the guards and knights were herded into one place. Naturally, Demitul and Rusiola were no exception.
“Jilvol… do you really think you can get away with this?”
Demitul finally managed to ask Jilvol, his voice trembling. Jilvol didn’t answer but instead swung the spear in his hand.
Thud!!
“Aaaahhh!!”
Demitul, struck by the butt of Jilvol’s spear, collapsed, blood and teeth scattering. Rusiola screamed at the sight.
“Who said you could speak? Know your place, trash.”
The nobles shivered at Jilvol’s voice. It wasn’t just the act of striking the Crown Prince that made them tremble—it was the boundless hatred in his tone that they couldn’t ignore.
“Hmph… you lot are truly naive. Did you think I acted without any preparation?”
Jilvol’s mocking tone made the nobles seethe, but having witnessed Demitul’s merciless beating, they chose silence.
About 20 minutes later, the doors were flung open. The nobles turned in unison, their faces filled with shock.
“…Th-this can’t be… Your Majesty…”
“The Queen too…”
“Prince Lukult II, Princess Sosua…”
There, escorted by guards, stood the royal family.
“My lord, we’ve captured the royal family.”
A subordinate reported to Jilvol. The King, seeing the carnage, seemed to grasp what had happened. He gulped audibly.
“Bring them here.”
Following Jilvol’s order, the royal family was dragged into the circle of nobles. There was not an ounce of respect for the royals.
“Duke Zabeil!! What is the meaning of this!?”
King Orutas II of the Gildolq Kingdom demanded an explanation from Jilvol.
“A war of independence.”
“Independence…?”
Orutas II looked slightly bewildered. Seeing this, Jilvol smirked and said,
“What, it’s simple. I got tired of obeying you, declared independence, and then declared war. A straightforward plan, right? Can’t you even understand that much?”
Orutas II’s face flushed with anger at Jilvol’s mocking words.
“You fools understand nothing!! With this reckless act, the Zabeil border house is finished!!”
Jilvol listened to Orutas II’s words with a calm expression.
“Hmph… the Gildolq royal family is about to fall, and you’re worried about another house? How generous.”
“W-what…?”
“It seems His Majesty understands nothing.”
Jilvol responded to Orutas II in a polite tone, but it was clearly laced with mockery, not respect.
“What?”
“Did you think this was just some impulsive outburst? Foolish. We’ve been preparing for this moment for a long time.”
“Preparing…?”
“Yes, think about it. Those who captured you are, of course, our people, but they weren’t planted just yesterday or today.”
“W-what…?”
Not only Orutas II but also the nobles seemed unable to grasp the meaning of Jilvol’s words.
“We’ve been infiltrating the royal castle for five years.”
“W-what!?”
“Those who captured you, those setting fires and causing destruction throughout the castle—they’re all people we’ve been planting over the past five years. Slowly, bit by bit, without you noticing.”
Everyone wore expressions of shock at Jilvol’s words.
“And those we infiltrated are all people who hold hatred for you central nobles.”
“Hatred…?”
“Yes, those whose children were killed by you central nobles.”
“Children…?”
“Yes, you don’t just discriminate against those living in the provinces. You abuse them for fun. Among those abuses, children were killed. If there were some crime or fault, it might be different, but they were killed for amusement. And yet… the royal family did nothing. No punishment, no justice.”
“……”
No one could respond to Jilvol’s hate-filled words. No, they couldn’t.
“Ian, the heir of Viscount Karkgol, was also killed by Marquess Kazinelt.”
At Jilvol’s words, the nobles turned their gaze to Viscount Karkgol, who was glaring at them with hatred.
“Tell me, Orutas… why didn’t you respond to our loyalty? We shed blood to protect the Gildolq Kingdom from the invasion of the Flastarl Empire. Why didn’t you reward us? My father, Ekutar, petitioned you time and time again, didn’t he? To address the tyranny of the central nobles, to end the discrimination against those living in the Zabeil region, to at least hold fair trials.”
Orutas II’s face turned pale at Jilvol’s words.
“But you never responded.”
Jilvol paused here. His silence seemed to be both containing and building his anger.
“You’ve been abandoned. You’re no longer fit to be king. You’re clearly inadequate to stand above us.”
Laughter erupted at Jilvol’s words. Of course, it was the scornful laughter of Jilvol’s subordinates directed at the pitiful nobles.
“Ah, yes, of course, our people aren’t just in the royal castle.”
“W-what?”
“Naturally. The mansions of the nobles here, everywhere, our people have infiltrated.”
“No way…”
“Yes. The signal for the operation was the fire in the royal castle.”
The nobles, realizing the implications of Jilvol’s words, turned pale. It wasn’t just their own lives at risk—their families were now in mortal danger.
“P-please!! Duke Zabeil!! Don’t kill the children!!”
“I beg you!!”
“Please!!”
The nobles began pleading with Jilvol one after another. However, Jilvol showed no sign of being moved.
Jilvol thrust his spear into the throat of a noble who tried to cling to him.
“Who said you could speak? Huh?”
At Jilvol’s command, his subordinates began stabbing their spears into the pleading nobles.
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