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Chapter 203: The shaken royal city

Translated by SoundDestiny

Edited by SoundDestiny

A major earthquake on an unprecedented scale.

Massive influx of undead from neighbouring countries.

The Kingdom of Zain has fought off two disasters resulting from the resurrection of the Witch of Doom, albeit at a cost. However, the calamities were not over yet.

While Raidorl was away to fight off the undead, another disturbance is about to occur in the Royal Capital.

“Is Count Rewir rebelling?”

Sven Arbeil: the boy prime minister who has been entrusted with the task of staying in the royal capital? sighs at a report from his subordinate.

Sven is in the royal capital of the Kingdom of Zain, in the office reserved for the Prime Minister. This is the room where Lockwood Marcel, the previous Prime Minister, once exercised his skill.

Hearing the report from the knight who rushed into the room, Sven held his forehead to endure the headache.

Apparently, some of the nobles who have estates north of the royal capital have revolted.

The royal capital, the king’s home, was normally more heavily guarded than anywhere else in the country. The Knights, the king’s sword and shield, are stationed there, ready to respond quickly in case of emergency.

However, the city was currently lightly guarded than ever before, with only about 200 cavalrymen in addition to the guards protecting the city’s security.

This is because the knights and soldiers who were guarding the royal palace have been dispersed throughout the country due to the earthquake reconstruction assistance caused by the earth witch Osman.

In addition, a series of undead attacks from the Kingdom of Athena occurred in quick succession. The real monarch, Raidorl, as well as his close aides and main forces, Darren Garst, Justy Oigist and others, were also vacating the royal capital.

It was the perfect time for an uprising by some nobles who were dissatisfied with Raidorl’s reign.

Currently, the number of troops Sven can move at his discretion is less than a thousand.

In contrast, the total number of soldiers of Count Rewir, who led the rebellion, and the aristocratic families who raised an army in sympathy with him is around 2,000. Furthermore, the people who have been eaten alive by the disaster have been incited and recruited as volunteer soldiers, so if Sven looks at the numbers alone, the war situation is quite unfavourable.

“What an…… idiot. Honestly.”

On hearing reports of the mutiny, Sven’s shoulders slumped in dismay.

People sometimes act foolishly in everyone’s eyes, and this time is a prime example.

Raidorl is trying to centralise the government by greatly restricting the rights of the nobility. It is not hard to understand why the aristocracy is opposed to this.

‘…… Do they really think this coup will succeed?’

Certainly, the timing could not be worse. In fact, it is such a perfect opportunity that it is now or never.

But even if they successfully occupy the royal capital and defeat Sven, there is no future for the rebellious nobility. If Raidorl returns after the battle, they will just be mercilessly crushed.

Perhaps he is expecting Raidorl to lose the battle against the undead, if so, he is a fool in a loop.

Once Raidorl is defeated, the Kingdom of Zain will have the same future as the Kingdom of Athena. Every last one of the nobles and commoners will be swallowed up by the army of the undead? and join their ranks.

In other words, there is no future for them, whether the rebellion is successful or not. When they defy the heroes chosen by the Holy Sword, their doom is set.

“It’s appalling that they can’t understand such logic, which even a child can understand. What motivation do they have to fight?”

Perhaps they underestimate Raidorl, the holder of the Holy Sword.

Even if he is chosen as the Holy Sword, they are still just one person. If they wanted to, they could crush them. They may have started the rebellion from such naive thinking.

If they had once seen a scene of Raidorl wielding the Holy Sword and fighting, they would never have thought of going against them.

“They are on a straight road to ruin. However, I can’t let them get in the way of His Highness…..and I can’t be killed either.”

“That’s why I was wondering if you could…please?’　Angelica.”

“Of course, Sven.”

When Sven asked for a favour to the person behind him, he received an acknowledgement in a resounding tone.

Sven’s request was gladly accepted by the strangely aged woman who was holding Sven’s body like a stuffed animal.

Angelica Ilkas, head of the Viscountess Ilkas family and commander-in-chief of the Royal Army’s Thousand Horsemen.

She is the self-proclaimed ‘big sister’ of Sven, and is an unsurpassed female heroine.

“I can’t allow them to go after my sweet Sven’s life. They deserve to die!　I will cut off the heads of every last one of those infidels and decorate the walls of the Royal City!”

Angelica reliably and horribly spits out the words and licks her lips with her red tongue in an anticipation manner.

She was the manifestation of the goddess of war.

“………… Best regards.”

In the arms of a beautiful woman oozing icy cold murderous intent, Sven shook his head slowly, as if in sympathy.