Decapitate the Companions

Five elegantly dressed envoys were brought to the reception hall by a housekeeper. In fact, only one of them was the true messenger, and the rest were the ones who accompanied the messenger. They were all bubbling with rage right now. As an envoy of a duke, he should be welcomed and treated as the chief eunuch who had brought a royal edict.

But they were treated as third-class human beings.

How could an insignificant prince and governor treat the duke's representative like that?

Not only did he represent the will of the duke, but he was also the youngest son of a visionary. At a young age he was talented enough to fall under the tutelage of the duke. No one could show such treatment.

After the housekeeper brought them into the room, he left without saying anything. The envoys waited for half an hour. Finally, the door opened and Zehpyr and Alan entered. They had another guard with them.

The ambassadors did not greet him.

"You're late."

"..."

"Didn't we deserve an apology?"

Zephyr didn't even open his mouth, let alone apologize. He sat in one of the single seats and opened his hand.

"Read the message," Alan said.

The ambassador was told, but he had no choice but to read the message. He took out the scroll he had brought with him and began loudly: Ernest Delafontaine, Duke of the North, 13th Governor of Twilight. Prince Zephyr Juna also addresses Arcania; Message received. As a result of the decision of the District Attorney General, due to the lack of evidence and the unstable northern region of the country, it was decided that the criminals would be tried by the Ministry of Justice. The offenders will be handed over to the committee that will be sent three days after the message is received. Duke of the North, Ernest Delafontaine.

In short, he said; you have no right to decide. We will take care of everything for you and everything will be under our control. All you have to do is obey and hand over the 'criminals' to us.

It was an intimidation, of course.

Zephyr closed his eyes after listening to the message.

"Leo the Guard, what should be done to someone who is rude to a member of the royal family and rides a horse in the Governor's mansion?"

Leo, the only guard in the room, said respectfully, "He must be beheaded."

Hearing this, the ambassadors were stiffened by fear.

"Wait, you can't! We are the ambassadors of Duke Delefontaine."

"I understand," said Zephyr calmly, opening his eyes and looking into the eyes of the messenger who was speaking. "You're right, it's not appropriate to kill the Regional Lord's envoy."

The envoys breathed a sigh of relief.

Even though they knew Zephyr was doing it to scare them, their hearts were in their mouths.

Zephyr turned to Leo the Guard.

"So execute the others."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Among them was only one messenger who carried a seal. He was Carl Reffery, the youngest son of Viscount Reffery.

Before Carl had a chance to scream, the four were executed there. Blood washed the seats, Carl, stoned out of fear, could not move for a while. The fact that he could not even see the sword move caused Leo to feel a deep fear. He could have taken his head without even realizing it.

Zephyr retained his expression in the face of what happened.

"Forward it to Duke Delafontaine. I'm thankful for their concerns, but I've already dealt with those who have damaged my soil. If he has an objection, you can meet with Cardinal Retz."

He looked at Carl with a welcoming smile.

"Make Mr. Ambassador feel at home."

After leaving the room, the death of the companions was announced to the public.

---

While this was happening in Twilight Prefecture, Roguelin was on a secret mission. In accordance with the orders he received from the 13th Prince, the Vice-Governor monitored Kylo's movements and assessed the situation. The reason Kylo survived was that it would lead them to a greater reward. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to leave that hall a little bit.

"Given that they're pretty fast, there's definitely a candidate behind them."

After hours of pursuit, Kylo realized he was going to meet someone out of town. He had traveled through a secret underground tunnel one kilometer from the city walls, near the Black River, which leads to the Karasu Sea.

As he watched him, Rogelin felt the nearby bushes moving. When he turned his head, he saw a man dressed in black coming out of the bushes.

"You're sure you're not being followed, are you?" asked the man in the black suit.

"Yes," Kylo replied, looking at his right hand, which he had slipped into his pocket. Although the pain had decreased, it was not possible for the wound to have been completely closed. So moving his arm caused him to sweat cold, take deep breaths.

The man in black said: "We haven't heard from our spies. What's happening on Twilight? Why is the prince still alive?" he asked. His voice was a little angry, almost demanding accountability.

"The prince was pretending from the very beginning. He took the opportunity not to be on the eyes and seized power in one fell swoop. He killed all the officials and will probably place his own men."

"What?! The trick?"

"Yes. He knew about the ambush from the very beginning and was caught up in it on purpose. I now understand why Count Santis visited the prince so much. I thought he was his son, but I was wrong, that scoundrel prince had been planning this from the very beginning."

"This is going to be a problem. There are a lot of diamonds buried in the sand in Twilight. If the prince begins to notice these things, the balances will change and another obstacle will appear in front of our master. Didn't Duke Delafontaine intervene in this? He has a lot of opportunities to blame the prince. Maybe we can even get him in jail."

There was excitement in the voice of the man in the black suit. Although it seemed like a bad situation, it brought the opportunity with it. If they can make good use of it, 13. They could blame the prince and maybe finish him off.

Seeing his excitement, Kylo shook his head.

"Impossible."

He sighed deeply.

"It all happened in an instant. Before I even understood what was happening, I was faced with a complex knot. Let alone Duke Delafontaine, even if the queen comes, she cannot do anything to her legally. He has very solid evidence, and we can think that he has already agreed with the church."

The word that best summed up this event was storm. Like a sudden storm on a sunny day, everything started and ended in an instant. As soon as he was drunk on victory, the prince took the opportunity, and as soon as his attention turned away from him, he sprang into action and finished everything in one go.

"The prince is known as garbage by the entire kingdom. Your next task will be to use the people to displace him, deny the evidence and make the prince look bad. We will provide you with the necessary documents and funding."

"Unfortunately, that won't work either. You should forget about touching the prince for at least a week. Any attack during this time will further solidify its place rather than make it worse. The priests with whom he had contracted reported that he had received 'God's Grace' and had returned from the dead. So now he has God's protection."

He was pushing the church to protect itself. With such a powerful enemy in front of them, it was impossible to move from the shadows. They had no choice but to stand in the background until the environment calmed down.

"How did this bastard achieve this?"

The man in the black robe sighed with hatred.

"This means that the operation failed."

He turned his head and looked at the moon on the hill. He mumbled something and began to curse luckily. When the man in the black cloth returned, he was thinking of the scolding he would hear from his master.

"I'm going to need some money. First of all, I have to settle in the south. I think you'll afford it," Kylo said, scratching her cheek with an embarrassed smile.

It was a bit embarrassing. The mission had also failed and had ruined everything, but when the time came, he thought about going back and cleaning up the shit he had eaten.

"Alright, we don't need you anymore." The man in the black outfit threw his hand into his suit and took out something.

It howls.

A dagger made of Arkana steel cut Kylo's throat like a paper cut. The man in black shook the blood on his dagger and looked around. Without looking into Kylo's eyes that were wide open, he kicked her, causing her to fly into the river meters away.

"Sir, please forgive me."

As soon as he put his dagger into his suit, a 'click' sound came from behind him. Entangled with darkness, Roguelin knocked the man to the ground before giving him a chance to turn around.

"You have the right to remain silent."

Crackling.

He broke his jaw in a relaxed move.

"It's also about the right to remain inactive."

Mass.