Kays Translations
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Chapter 89: Annihilation
Capital: Junhui City.
Today, a piece of news shook the entire capital—
Old King Wales passed away last night.
It all happened so suddenly that even the nobles in the Crown Prince’s faction couldn’t believe it at first.
Just a little over two months ago, the King had still seemed in robust health. But ever since he fell ill and was confined to bed, all requests from nobles to visit him had been denied.
Because of this, the King’s health had remained a complete mystery.
The Crown Prince was still stationed at the Red sand Fortress, fighting off the undead. With him absent from Junhui City, the situation became increasingly delicate.
Since the King had never officially named a successor, both the Crown Prince and the Third Prince were legitimate heirs to the throne.
Logically, the Crown Prince should be recalled first before deciding who would become the next King.
During this uncertain period, bloodshed was almost inevitable.
However, this morning, the Third Prince announced that the King had left behind a will before passing—one that clearly named his successor.
He declared that tomorrow, following the King’s wishes, the Minister of General Affairs would read the will aloud to the public.
The claim that the King had left a will—without the presence of any reputable noble witnesses—sparked deep suspicion.
Many began to suspect this was a cunning trap by the Third Prince.
As a result, Count Terry, leader of the Crown Prince’s faction, was forced to secretly convene his allies to devise a plan to stop the Third Prince.
Regardless of whether the will was real or not, they needed to prepare a countermeasure—at the very least, to buy enough time until the Crown Prince could return.
On the southern side of the capital stood a lavish opera house, and beneath it, a secret chamber built for confidential meetings.
There, more than a dozen of the Crown Prince’s key noble supporters had gathered. Count Terry, with his snowy white hair, sat at the head of the table, scanning the room.
“Please rest assured.”
He said solemnly.
“I funded this theater in secret. It’s operated by my most trusted people. It’s completely normal for nobles to attend plays, and no one will suspect a thing. I’ve also stationed many guards outside. This place is safe.”
The other nobles breathed easier at this reassurance. Earl Terry was known for being meticulous, and they trusted him.
“Now then, what do you all think about His Majesty’s so-called will?”
Count Terry asked in a deep voice.
“It’s not credible!”
Growled a burly noble with a thick beard.
“None of us have seen the King in a long time. We don’t even know when this so-called will was written. We have every reason to question its authenticity.”
“Indeed…”
Agreed another noble with a goatee.
“The Third Prince himself is suspicious. As soon as the Crown Prince left, the King fell ill—and then conveniently died right now, at this critical juncture. Highly suspicious!”
“In that case, we must refuse to acknowledge the validity of this will.”
The bearded noble proposed. “We just need to stall for time until His Highness the Crown Prince returns.”
Once the Crown Prince was back, with the support of these nobles, they might still be able to eliminate the Third Prince’s threat.
“That’s right.”
“We can’t let the Third Prince succeed.”
“His Highness the Crown Prince is the true heir to the throne.”
The nobles nodded in agreement, reaffirming their allegiance.
At that moment, a middle-aged noble sitting in a corner asked softly,
“May I ask, Lord Count… have you already sent someone to the red sand fortress to inform His Highness of the situation?”
“I’ve already dispatched a rider at full speed. He should arrive soon.”
Count Terry replied.
“How unfortunate.”
Came a voice from the doorway.
“Your messenger is already dead.”
Bang!
The door burst open.
A woman stepped into the room, her black clothes splattered with blood.
She had long violet hair, a perfectly curved figure, and wore a bizarre mask with a half-smile and half-sneer. A dangerous aura radiated from her presence.
“Who are you?!”
Count Terry exclaimed in shock.
The only two knights in the room quickly drew their swords and took up defensive stances.
The woman replied nonchalantly,.
“I can tell you—my alias is Night Enchantress.”
“Lady Night Enchantress!”
A middle-aged noble who had been sitting in the corner suddenly left his seat and rushed over to kneel before her.
“I already told you the rendezvous point. You promised not to kill me, didn’t you?”
“Don’t worry. I’m a woman of my word.”
Night Enchantress nodded.
Witnessing this, the goateed noble slammed the table and glared at the middle-aged man.
“Baron Barton, what is the meaning of this?”
“What do you mean, ‘what’s the meaning’? Isn’t it obvious?”
Baron Barton replied impatiently.
“The throne rightfully belongs to His Highness the Third Prince. The Crown Prince lost all claim to it the moment he left the capital.”
“You traitor!”
The other nobles roared in fury.
“Well said!”
Night Enchantress was very pleased with Baron Barton’s response. She then turned her gaze toward the remaining nobles in the room.
“Your lives will be left behind here.”
“Hmph! Just another lackey of the Third Prince.”
Count Terry gave a decisive order:
“Guards! Kill her!”
At his command, the two knights charged forward with their swords, swinging at Night Enchantress—but she swiftly dispatched them with ease.
As for the guards outside, not a single sound came from them. It was as if they hadn’t heard Count Terry’s order at all.
“Where are the guards?! Someone come quickly!”
Count Terry shouted again at the top of his lungs.
“Ehehe…”
Night Enchantress chuckled.
“You were calling out to corpses, you know?”
Corpses?! A chill ran down Count Terry’s spine. Had all the guards outside really been killed?
All the windows in the room were tightly sealed. There were no other exits—only the door behind Night Enchantress.
Left with no choice, the bearded noble stood up and shouted.
“If you don’t want to die, let’s attack together! Kill her!”
None of the nobles wanted to die there, so they all left their seats, preparing to fight to the death.
But as they moved, Night Enchantress merely stepped back, and a swarm of black-clad assassins burst in through the door.
The lead assassin said coldly.
“For Prince White. Kill them all.”
The room instantly erupted into chaos and violence, the air filled with screams of agony.
Some nobles tried to cast magic, but they had long grown rusty from their years in court. Before they could finish casting, they were struck down.
In just moments, every noble present was slain—except for Baron Barton, who had curled up in the corner, trembling and wetting himself in fear.
As the battle ended, Baron Barton shakily stood and cautiously approached Night Enchantress.
“Lady Night Enchantress, the main nobles of the Crown Prince’s faction have all been eliminated. May I go home now?”
Wiping the blood from her dagger, Night Enchantress turned to him and said.
“Of course you may.”
“Thank you, my lady!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Baron Barton turned and bolted for the exit.
He had only taken a few steps when a dagger plunged into his back, piercing his heart.
Baron Barton turned around in shock to see that a cold-faced assassin had struck him. Weren’t these assassins under the Third Prince’s command?
“Why?”
He asked in confusion.
“Sorry,”
Night Enchantress said.
“I said I wouldn’t kill you—but I can’t speak for the others.”
She knew full well that the Third Prince despised people who betrayed others so easily. Barton had betrayed the Crown Prince, so he couldn’t be allowed to live.
“Wh—ah!”
Before he could say more, the assassin yanked out the dagger. Baron Barton’s body trembled and crumpled lifelessly to the floor.
“Take care of the bodies.”
Night Enchantress instructed the lead assassin.
“Yes, my lady!”
With that, Night Enchantress turned and walked away, heading back to report to the Third Prince—leaving behind over a dozen corpses.
From that moment, the Crown Prince’s noble faction in the capital was utterly wiped out.