Mystery Paradise: Wishing Power Demon-Chapter 269 - 268 The Last Hope
Chapter 269: Chapter 268 The Last Hope
Chapter 269 -268 The Last Hope
Everyone looked at each other, falling into an eerie silence.
But this silence didn’t last long, as the deadlock was instantly broken when a princess pulled a dagger from behind her back.
Screams, pleas for mercy, and roars mingled into chaos, turning the solemn and dignified audience hall into an arena for royal slaughter.
“I didn’t expect that they would actually go through with it,” a guard whispered, removing his mask—it was Qibai Longjiu, the eldest son of Duke Longjiu, his blood-soaked robes announcing his distinguished military exploits.
“They are not like your brothers…” the Duke said, watching the bloody melee with a slight smile, “Born into the Laurel Family, the status between elders and youngsters is like heaven and earth, not to mention they each have different mothers. To take out their siblings and then proclaim themselves King isn’t just a pipe dream, but a reality for them.”
“But Father… do you truly have no desire to be a ruler of a Kingdom?” Qibai asked, slightly bowing his head, “Even though you announced the plan from the beginning, it’s just that…”
“It’s just what, you also want to taste the envy in your brothers’ and sisters’ eyes?”
“Our family could never be like this group of wastrels—”
“If the Laurel Family are wastrels, how did they manage to force so many families to join forces against them, and ultimately unite the Old Continent?” the Duke interrupted indifferently, “Over the past century, more than a dozen people have been favored by the divinities, they are certainly capable, and world-renowned, but in the end only one became King. What I’m saying is, while I am alive, I certainly will not let you turn against each other, but what about your children? And your children’s children?”
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“Father is right,” Qibai sighed softly, “I just feel it’s a bit of a pity…”
“You need to look ahead. Why, after the Laurel Family ascended the throne, did the Goddess of Abundance no longer choose members of their family as Divine Envoys? Why did all the lords choose to stand down when I marched southward? Perhaps the era of a King ruling the world has passed. The new era belongs to us, with higher operational efficiency and the ability to bring about greater profits.”
It will be an era belonging to corporations.
As for the new King, they will serve more as a glue, not needing to participate in any decision-making.
“Father, it looks like they have decided the winner.”
As Qibai spoke, the last prince also fell.
The one still standing in front of the throne was a girl, probably around fourteen or fifteen years old, her hand tightly gripping the fourth prince’s ceremonial sword. Blood stained half of her cheek, and in her eyes were fear and panic, but they couldn’t suppress the joy of victory. This mix of emotions created what people recognized as madness.
“Have you recorded everything?” the Duke asked another guard.
“Yes, it’s all saved in the image recorder,” the other replied, handing over a device the size of a soap box.
Wilson Longjiu looked at the girl, “Come here, what is your name?”
With so many descendants in the Laurel Family, he indeed couldn’t remember every single one.
“Bifei.” Not only did the girl not drop the sword, but she also inserted it into the belt around her waist—it seemed somewhat mismatched with her height compared to the adult-sized ceremonial sword.
“What’s your rank?”
“I was eleventh… after two brothers died, I became ninth…”
A teenager who could last until the end in such a situation and still clearly answer his questions—even if she spoke somewhat stammeringly—was more than enough to be impressive.
It turns out the Laurel Family isn’t entirely useless.
“Now you are the first in line,” the Duke said, patting her shoulder after she came closer, “Take us to the sleeping chambers, there are still some troubles to be taken care of.”
“Troubles?” Bifei blinked.
“Indeed, these children must have relatives and friends, right? I believe they won’t willingly accept your coronation,” the Duke said with a smile. “If they are released, they will inevitably cause trouble in the future. So the simplest method is to silence them now.” He chuckled, “Once all this is done, you’ll be the new monarch of the Kingdom.”
…
“Bow your head, don’t look,” Ruila cautioned.
Elise Ben tugged at her hood and hurried down the street. This had been a city she was once proud of, bustling, civilized, and advanced, but the Royal City now seemed utterly alien to her.
The ban was lifted rapidly; the insurgents maintained the blockade for only three days after seizing the Royal City, then they relaxed the controls and even declared it an act of justice, because the royal family was suspected of colluding with the Heretical Cult! They indeed refrained from plundering merchants and civilians, and even encouraged shops to continue opening for business.
What terrified her was that the common people seemed to have truly forgotten their former monarch, with passersby hurrying along, busy with their own work. Shops began to remove their iron gates, and the sounds of hawkers once again permeated the streets. It was as if this rebel force was truly a loyalist army and the original Royal Guards just pawns of the Heretical Cult.
“Hey, that person looks somewhat familiar…”
“Isn’t that General Ben? I caught a glimpse of him at a celebration once.”
The conversation of two passersby reached Elise’s ears, sending a shiver through her!
General Fales Ben?
Unable to control herself, she lifted her head and looked toward the speakers, and then followed their gaze towards the high walls of the Inner City District. There, a squad of the insurgent soldiers was hanging several bodies in succession on poles jutting out, and among them was Fales Ben. His eyes were shut tight, only one hand remaining, and his chest covered in dried bloodstains. It was the first time Elise realized her father had so many white hairs on his head.
Apart from her father, she knew the other individuals quite well… the army’s commanding general who always led the charge, the one-eyed warrior Morgan, the Grandmaster Level Warrior with unrivaled spear skills, Silver Spear Eva… as well as the captain of the Royal Guards and the headquarters strategist Three Fingers; they had all been her father’s loyal subordinates.
Although she knew that the day the Inner City was breached, the fate of the army was sealed, she had still entertained numerous fantasies, hoping for a miracle…
Now, all fantasies had ceased to exist.
Her eyes were left with nothing but the cold, harsh reality.
“Didn’t the general exterminate the followers of the Heretical Cult? How did he become an accomplice of the cult?”
“How do you know that those who were exterminated weren’t ordinary people like you and me? I heard they counted heads to calculate bounty. And despite the prolonged extermination, the Heretical Cult didn’t seem to be wiped out.”
The words of the passersby came through again.
Elise stopped in her tracks, unable to resist clenching her fists.
“No, don’t stop!” Ruila immediately grabbed her shoulder and whispered urgently, “If we are discovered, then there truly will be no one left to avenge the general!”
She too was a warrior and should have died alongside these elite troops.
If it weren’t for her father’s orders to hide in the safe house and then find an opportunity to withdraw from the Royal City…
“I know… I know all of it. We must head to the eastern side of the Old Continent, where allies of the Laurel Family still reside…”
She muttered, releasing her clenched fist.
“Yes, you are our only hope now!”
Elise forced herself to look away and began moving her feet again, heading toward the Outer City District. But now, the cobbled path beneath her was no longer even; it grew blurred and twisted, like the muddy ground after a heavy rain.
