NOVEL NEXT WORLD Chapter 68
Chapter 68: The Worst and the Worst (5)
“Don’t mess with me!! Didn’t you say you’d spare my life if I wrote a letter to Lukult and Sosua!!”
Of course, it was Demitul who shouted in anger at Lord Giorg’s response. For Demitul, he had believed until the very last moment that his life would be spared, only to feel utterly deceived.
“Huh? What are you talking about, Lord Demitul? I haven’t lied about anything.”
“Don’t mess with me!! You’re not sparing my life, are you!!”
“I did, though?”
“Wha…”
Lord Giorg tilted his head slightly as he replied, as if he had no idea what Demitul was going on about. To Demitul, this attitude was infuriating beyond words.
“Please recall. I only said I would plead for your life.”
“Ugh…”
“Didn’t I just plead for your life to King Jilvol? Didn’t you hear that?”
“Y-you…”
Demitul was left speechless by Lord Giorg’s sophistry. Even the officials from Zabeiru and Galvate were dumbfounded.
(Why… would Zafing do something so pointless…?)
King Jilvol narrowed his eyes as he watched the farce between Lord Giorg and Demitul. He couldn’t help but feel there was some meaning behind Lord Giorg’s actions in this situation.
(Two of his subordinates left earlier… It’s natural to assume they went to investigate something. So, they went to confirm whether our army’s victory was real or not… In other words, they’re buying time… But how…?)
King Jilvol didn’t miss the fact that Roy and Ride had left. He accurately grasped their intentions but was simultaneously struck with a chilling realization.
(This guy has his spy network spread even in Zabeiru… And he has skilled operatives capable of delivering information within the Royal Castle itself…)
King Jilvol’s wariness of Lord Giorg’s spy network skyrocketed.
At that moment, the door opened, and Roy and Ride entered. In their hands were what appeared to be Lord Giorg’s personal belongings.
“My apologies. We’ve brought them.”
“Ah, good work.”
As Lord Giorg received his belongings, he also took some information from Ride. The information was “confirmed.”
(To think they’d crush Frastar in such a short time… How they did it isn’t the issue… The problem is the fact that they destroyed Frastar in such a short time.)
Having made this decision, Lord Giorg immediately took action. His action was to dispose of what was no longer needed.
“Now, since we’ve fulfilled our promise by pleading for Lord Demitul’s life, the rest is up to King Jilvol.”
With this, Lord Giorg pushed the responsibility of dealing with Demitul onto King Jilvol.
(Tch… this guy.)
King Jilvol clicked his tongue in his mind. He had seen through Lord Giorg’s plan. Lord Giorg was trying to buy time to strategize while pushing the burden of Demitul’s execution onto him.
“Demitul, you were sentenced to death. That hasn’t changed. In fact, since you escaped, your crimes have only piled up.”
“W-what!? Don’t mess with me!!”
“I’m not messing with you. You actually came back. Did you really think a death row prisoner could escape and then be pardoned?”
Demitul was left speechless by King Jilvol’s cold tone. Everyone present felt the stark difference in their statuses.
“A death row prisoner waltzed back in. Since we have no reason to spare you, the death penalty is a done deal. Hey.”
“Eek!!”
Demitul let out a clear scream of terror at King Jilvol’s icy voice. Those who had once looked down on King Jilvol would have been shocked by the stark contrast.
Two knights, following King Jilvol’s orders, grabbed Demitul by both arms.
“W-wait!! Hold on!! Zafing!! Help meee!!”
Demitul screamed in terror, beyond any sense of shame or dignity.
“Lord Demitul, you’ve worked hard.”
“Huh!? What!?”
“But you’re no longer of any use to me. Quietly accept your punishment.”
Lord Giorg’s words were polite, but in reality, they simply meant, “You’re expendable.”
“Take him away.”
At King Jilvol’s command, Demitul was forcibly dragged out by the knights, still screaming. The door closed mercilessly, and soon, even the sound of Demitul’s wailing faded away.
“Now, are the preparations complete?”
“Yes, they are. Let’s stop the farce and get serious, shall we?”
“Indeed. Now that we’ve confirmed our army’s victory, I understand your plan has been thwarted. I’m very curious to see what conditions you’ll propose to impress me.”
“I won’t disappoint you.”
Lord Giorg smirked defiantly as he spoke.
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