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Chapter 142: The Letter from the Dongsheng Fortress
“Click, click.”
Marquis Lyman shook his head with mock regret.
“Looks like you harbored disloyal thoughts—you weren’t truly loyal to His Majesty.”
Then, raising his head, he warned the remaining nobles:
“Take a good look. This is the fate that awaits those who are disloyal to His Majesty.”
Those who had already swallowed their pills silently rejoiced at having escaped death.
Those still waiting grew pale, their expressions taut with nervousness, terrified that even a trace of disloyalty in their hearts would condemn them.
At Lyman’s command, soldiers dragged aside the corpse of the noble who had died from poison, while he calmly continued handing out the red pills.
“Next.”
One after another, each noble was tested until all had taken the pills. In the end, three nobles collapsed foaming at the mouth, poisoned to death.
Each time someone fell, the remaining nobles’ faces twisted with unease—none of them wished to imagine meeting such a horrific end themselves.
When the bottle was finally empty, Marquis Lyman put it away, clapped his hands, and said with satisfaction:
“Congratulations. You have all passed the test of loyalty to His Majesty. Now, you are free to leave.”
At once, the two guards stationed at the gate turned and opened the great doors, clearing the way.
“Hurry along.”
“Yes, yes, go back.”
The surviving nobles, filled with fear of the king, quickly fled the banquet of life and death.
Once the hall was empty, Marquis Lyman lifted his own half-finished cup of wine, taking a slow sip.
Swirling the liquid in his cup, he let out a sinister smile.
Now, when these nobles returned home, they would be utterly devoted to His Majesty.
But of course, Marquis Lyman knew full well that there was no such thing as a poison that could detect loyalty. That was all a bluff.
The red pills His Majesty had given him were mostly just little balls made from wheat flour and water, dyed red.
Only three among them had truly been poisoned.
In other words, three unlucky nobles were destined to die.
But real or fake hardly mattered—once the nobles witnessed the gruesome deaths of those three, fear would burrow deep into their hearts. Their instinct for survival would crush any thought of disloyalty toward the king.
And so, the Northern Territory was fully subdued under White’s rule. No one would dare rise in rebellion again.
The Lyman family, in turn, would rise to become one of the most powerful houses in the north—one of the greatest winners in this transfer of power.
The more Marquis Lyman thought about it, the more delighted he became, even humming a tune.
Glancing at the corpses on the ground, he turned and ordered his soldiers:
“Take these bodies outside and burn them.”
“Yes, sir!”
The soldiers quickly set to work, efficiently hauling away the dead.
They had been waiting for this command—after all, these were the bodies of nobles, who surely carried valuable trinkets worth looting.
Marquis Lyman knew this perfectly well, but he let them be.
…
Junhui City, Royal Castle.
White sat alone in the office reserved for kings, cheerfully working through the latest documents.
Prince Legovis was dead. He had finally ascended to the pinnacle of power in the DawnLight Kingdom, and he relished this feeling of absolute authority.
Just then, a shadow slipped in through an open window to his right—it was Night Enchantress.
She removed her mask and bowed respectfully before him.
“Your Majesty, I have completed my mission and returned.”
It was precisely for moments like this that White forbade anyone else from being present when he worked in his office or private chambers.
White looked up at Night Enchantress and smiled.
“Excellent. With this, the Western Territory is now completely under my control.”
Most of the nobles of the west had remained neutral during the struggle for the throne.
When word spread that Legovis had lost, the duke of that region immediately pledged allegiance to White—and even provided him with a list of nobles who had secretly aided the prince.
Good heavens, the speed of that turncoat was impressive.
Night Enchantress’s mission this time was to deal with the nobles on that list. With the duke cooperating as well, it would send a chilling warning to the others, making it clear what fate awaited those who rebelled against White.
White leaned back in his chair, patted his thigh, and said to her:
“Come here, sit with me.”
There was no need to ask about the details of her mission. She always carried out her tasks flawlessly.
Smiling sweetly, she walked over and sat on White’s lap. He slid an arm around her waist and let his right hand wander boldly.
“I missed you while you were away. The other women only know how to moan in bed—tiresome.”
“Ahh!”
White suddenly squeezed a certain spot, making her let out a soft gasp.
“You’re terrible, Your Majesty.”
She lightly pounded his chest.
“This isn’t the place for that.”
“Hehehe.”
White leered.
“True enough. But don’t forget to come to my chambers tonight.”
“Yes, Your Majesty. Night Enchantress will be sure to serve you well,”
She whispered into his ear.
The tickle of her words made White restless with desire. He planted several fierce kisses on her before finally holding her close, content to resume his paperwork.
On the desk were two freshly delivered letters: one from Hughes Banjel, the knight-commander of the Dongsheng Fortress, and another from Marquis Lyman.
White opened the one from the fortress first, unrolled the parchment, and read.
The contents were formal: mourning for the late king’s passing, congratulations on White’s ascension, regret for being unable to attend the summer coronation ceremony but promising to send a gift, and finally, a report on last winter’s southern incursion of the undead creatures.
Not a single word was written about the late prince.
Night Enchantress, who read along with him, suggested:
“Your Majesty, I’ve heard this knight-commander once favored the prince’s cause. Should we have him eliminated?”
“That won’t be necessary.”
White shook his head and explained:
“Hughes Banjel swore an oath before my father sent him to Dongsheng Fortress—that he would dedicate his life to resisting the southern incursions of the undead, and never involve himself in the kingdom’s political affairs. He will never break that oath. Therefore, let him remain in the fortress, guarding the kingdom. And we must not cut off any supplies or support to Dongsheng. If the fortress falls, it would be disastrous for the entire Dawnlight Kingdom.”
“Your Majesty is right. I was foolish to suggest otherwise.”
She admitted, lowering her head in shame.
“Hahaha.”
White laughed.
“Although I personally dislike Hughes Banjel, I know very well which people can be killed and which must not.”
After that, White opened the letter from Marquis Lyman.
When he finished reading, his lips curled upward in satisfaction.
“Looks like the traitors in the north have been dealt with. Marquis Lyman certainly works quickly.”