115 The Resentment of the People

"What kind of garbage are these empty words in the end?"

"We're stuck here, and they won't send help... I didn't expect the kingdom to be so heartless as to abandon us here. What kind of trash is the King?"

"He's still the king, watch your words," said a man who had lost everything.

"Watch my words? You know perfectly well that we've all lost everything. We have nothing in this world, and we don't even know if our families, friends, and coworkers are alive."

A man dropped to the ground, lifeless in his eyes. He believed he could never find his relatives, let alone rebuild his life. "We've lost everything..."

"Move out of the way!" shouted a thunderous voice, and when all the refugees who had gathered near the Fittoa border in recent days saw a group of knights in black armor, all of them carrying flags of the Asura Kingdom but not appearing to be here under the King's orders.

A man took the lead, bowed before everyone, and said, "On behalf of Prince Gilgamesh, we deeply regret the entire situation you're going through. We, the group of adventurers with the title of Templar Knights, along with the assistance of Prince Gilgamesh's personal knights, will take care of helping you recover your lost family members and rebuild your lives."

"Wasn't Prince Gilgamesh in Fittoa?" asked a slightly confused man.

"Fortunately, we received a letter in time; powerful mages realized what was happening, so Prince Gilgamesh ordered the teleportation of hundreds of thousands of people to what was expected to be a safe place. Unfortunately, we couldn't rescue them all, so we prioritized the younger ones and small children," the captain of the Templar Knights explained their doubts to everyone present.

"Are you saying my little one wasn't teleported?" shouted a man from the crowd.

"If they boarded the magical ships, they are not in danger. For all those who didn't enter the safe zone, I'm afraid they are somewhere else in the world. However, I, Captain Hugo Darroway, will establish a shelter here to help all the affected, and I won't move until everyone has been recovered."

Everyone showed relieved smiles, tears of despair welled up in their eyes, and many even shouted for joy. Gilgamesh's name resonated strongly in the place, thanking the prince who acted faster than the Crown itself.

Rumors began to spread like wildfire, throughout all the regions and primarily in the capital of the Asura Kingdom. The rumors varied from the red prince who was traveling the world upon learning of what was happening in Fittoa decided to give everything he had for the affected.

Many others said that if it weren't for Prince Gilgamesh, many more people would have been affected. As for the Crown, the people began to blame it, and the negative rumors about the current King were so numerous that they reached the monarch's ears.

"How is it that my son has so much power?" asked the king to one of his advisors.

"No one knows, but it's said that his faction is much larger than the others', and now, with his announced marriage to Miss Eris Greyrat, he not only took his sister Ariel's faction but completely divided Prince Grabell's faction. Furthermore, prestigious knight families have sworn allegiance to Prince Gilgamesh, supporting his ascent to the throne."

"I suppose no one can stop him now, can they?" The king wouldn't intervene in the battle for the throne succession; this was normal, so he would let it pass despite all the complications it would have for the future of the Asura Kingdom.

...

Notos Family Mansion.

In the darkness of the night, dozens of figures dressed entirely in black moved around the mansion's surroundings, and when they were in position, they began to move.

Their current mission was to eliminate all the main leaders so that Philip could lead the family while Sauros would become the prime minister. This way, Gilgamesh would gain absolute control of Fittoa, beginning its future construction.

"Move now!"

"Yes!"

The figures soon reached the door of the first buildings, but it was clear they would encounter guards, so combat was inevitable.

"You! Who the hell are you?" asked a guard as he unsheathed his sword.

"Identify yourselves or be eliminated!"

"We are the cleansers; we eliminate the useless and rebuild a proper path for our lord, the three-eyed crow."

"Then die!" shouted a guard while his companion alerted the other guards that there were intruders in the mansion.

Boom!

However, at that moment, a curtain of blood stained his vision, and when he tried to regain his sight, he discovered that his companion had been turned into pulp.

"Enemies, we are under attack by multiple enemies; we request assistance!" Someone took a deep breath as a sword was deeply thrust into their chest like a ghost.

When all the guards had been eliminated, there were several fights heard on the upper floors and screams of terror. "Prioritize the targets, avoid unnecessary confrontations but eliminate any nuisances."

"Who sent you?" Pilemon Notos Greyrat looked at the corpses of guards, members of the Notos family, and yet not a single assassin had been even wounded.

"Pilemon, if you die right now, we won't kill your stupid son who is with Princess Ariel. You are the last in the family's succession line, so killing you would remove all future problems," said the lead captain of the black-clad and masked assassins.

"If you promise not to kill anyone else, I can accept it," said Pilemon Notos as he raised his sword.

"The reports said you were a very distrustful person and terrible with a sword. Now I believe it's true, but you have courage." The captain of the assassins didn't move, so without warning, a figure like a ghost appeared behind Pilemon Notos, and his sword plunged into his heart.

"How..." Pilemon Notos didn't know who had attacked them, nor did he understand how the enemy was so strong.

"Last obstacle eliminated; the message will be sent, so let's get out of this place," said a man as all the other assassins retreated.

In just one night, a family proud to be exceptional knights had been completely crushed by an unknown force. That night, the heads of the Notos family were eliminated, and no one would know what had happened.