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Chapter 245
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Pavilion Palace, underground passage. In the stillness of the surroundings, the hurried footsteps of the fleeing royals echoed anxiously. “What do you mean by treason, Yvonne! Is it true?” The 6th Prince asked tearfully. Seeing through all the treacherous movements and allowing the royals to escape in advance was… It was the 8th Princess, Yvonne von Pavilion. “Yes, brother. Let’s talk in detail after we’ve safely escaped. The imperial palace has no way to stop the rebels. If we stay here any longer, we will all die.” There were five royal family members fleeing. The sixth prince and the eighth princess, Yvonne, along with three young princesses. “How can you be so sure that the rebels will win? Even if that’s the case, is it right for us to run away? We are royalty. We must defend our positions honorably until the end…” “Didn’t you follow me because your life is more important than honor, brother?” At Yvonne’s words, the 6th Prince closed his trembling lips. Leading her brothers once more, Yvonne recalled her father’s face. ‘Your Majesty the Emperor.’ Being a member of the royal family doesn’t mean living a life free from hardships. Without exception, all those in the combat ranks held swords, and six out of the fourteen children of the Emperor died in battle. To instill a hierarchy on this land, it was essential for the royal family to demonstrate their compliance with the “class” system first. “What was your name?” “…Yvonne, Your Majesty.” Three years ago. When the Emperor, who was harder to see than anyone else despite living in the palace together, came to ask for a name. Yvonne was eighteen years old. ‘My father.’ A father who couldn’t even remember his daughter’s name until she reached that age… “I need a new sword. If I want to get my hands on the Cheshire Libre, I need a more secure connection.” “Yvonne, you are the right age. Prepare for marriage.” The lower-ranked royals were not even regarded as children. They were simply born to give birth to the next Primera, but were abandoned by the Emperor because they lacked the ability… They were ‘failures.’ “Once you’re married, obey your husband. Don’t do anything that would catch his eye in a bad way. You’re about to rise to a position far beyond what your rank could ever allow.” “Unlike your useless siblings, you will become the joy of this father.” The daughter, who had been treated as a failure her whole life, remained nothing but a tool to the Emperor until the very end. “They’re all here.” Yvonne said as she left the long underground passage. As she opened the heavy iron door, light poured in. “….!” An armed army was waiting. As if they knew the royal family would escape here. “What, what is this… .” The 6th Prince was surprised. The face leading the army was that of someone who, in the past, had achieved numerous military feats and brought their family to the pinnacle of power… The former head of the Rubinstein family, Nordic Rubinstein. “Y, Yvonne…. That guy is….” The 6th Prince trembled in shock in front of the old man who had an indifferent expression but exuded a fierce aura. “…Yvonne?” At that moment, the 6th Prince’s face hardened in shock. Yvonne slowly walked in front of Nordic and stood next to him as if she was watching. “Ah.” At that moment, he realized. It was his sister’s betrayal. * * * 3 years ago. “What should we do… about the treatment of the royal family?” Joseph was fully aware of Enoch’s true intentions in asking, despite knowing everything and feeling uncomfortable. “Of course, they’re all executed.” “….” “…But that would make you uncomfortable, wouldn’t it?” The ultimate goal of the rebellion is the complete abolition of the “class” system. To finally grant freedom to those who have suffered under the class system. Then, Enoch had no choice but to worry about the final treatment of the non-combatant class, the royal family. “The Emperor had been pushing for a marriage alliance with the 8th Princess in order to get his hands on Sir Cheshire this time.” Ironically, they could also be the victims of the very ‘class system’ that the rebels aimed to reform. “Why did the 8th Princess want to follow the Emperor’s will?” “Well. I don’t know, but I don’t think she could have disobeyed the Emperor.” “That makes sense. I’ll look into their internal circumstances and positions. If possible, I’ll also try to persuade them.” Joseph thought of the 8th Princess. He could contact her through the Marquis of Willow Chambers, whom Joseph firmly believed to be on his side. “In order to ensure success, we needed help from within the Imperial Family anyway.” * * * Three years later. The 8th Princess, Yvonne, had been colluding with the rebels since she decided to betray her father. She quickly stole away military plans, including internal affairs of the imperial family that only royalty would know, as well as blueprints detailing secret passages and shelters within the imperial palace. At the same time, Yvonne began to examine her brothers. She selected only the non-combatant class, the weak and young ones among them. They were the ones who had grown up oppressed and had not been influenced by the class system. In return for her faithful cooperation, she asked the rebels to show leniency, so that they could at least save their lives. “Surrender. If you don’t, I will have to cut off the heads of the royal family here and now.” When Nordic said, “Come here.” Yvonne gestured to her trembling siblings. The three young princesses ran over without hesitation, clutching the hem of Yvonne’s skirt and clinging to her. The 6th Prince, who had been blankly watching them, let out a helpless laugh. “Yvonne, how could you do this to us…” The 6th Prince was kind and gentle. On the contrary, because of that, Yvonne hesitated until the very end about whether or not to take him. Despite being treated as less than a royal and being oppressed by his brothers who resembled the emperor… He was someone who had been brainwashed by the class system and had accepted it as natural. “Brother. If you look at the history of countless rebellions in other countries, the endings of royalty like us were all the same.” As a symbol of opening a new era, if the rebellion succeeds, the king and his children must ascend the guillotine. A terrible price to pay for being the bloodline of a dynasty that would disappear. “Of course, we should die as well. However, since they are allowing us to at least keep our lives like this…” “….” “Let’s live together.” The sixth prince squeezed his eyes shut, and the tears that had been welling up streamed down his cheeks. “I… can’t. I’ll just die. As a royal family, with honor…” “Have we ever been treated as if we share the same blood as them, even once since we were born?” Yvonne took a step closer. “We were only given the facade of being royalty, yet we’ve endured worse treatment than others. But why? Why do we have to die together while protecting the honor of being royal when we die?” “I, I….” “Brother.” Before he knew it, Yvonne had come up to the 6th Prince and stood there. They were both crying. “Brother… have you ever been called by your name by Father?” “….” His sister was asking a question she knew the answer to. Name… He had never been called by name even once. “Does His Majesty know Brother’s name?” There would be no chance of it happening in the future either. The 6th Prince, Vincent von Pavilion, closed his eyes. And then finally burst into tears. * * * [Imperial Calendar 1786, May 18th. Five members of the Pavilion royal family fled upon sensing the movements of the rebellion.] * * * [As fierce battles unfolded across the capital and nearby regions, the leader of the revolution, Duke Enoch Rubinstein, stood alone with nothing but a single sword in hand…] * * * “According to the 8th princess, the Emperor is gathering a large number of Diez class forces.” As Enoch arrived at the palace where the Emperor resided, he paused and recalled Joseph’s voice. Over a hundred soldiers guarded the palace and blocked Enoch’s path. “The reason the Diez army was created, as you know, is to stop Your Excellency.” The treacherous Emperor had known all along. The ones who could make Enoch hesitate were not the high-ranking powers who could match his strength. Rather, they were those who had no ability to fight back, had no hope of winning, and were simply prepared to be sacrificed… . They were the lowest in the hierarchy. “This is a fight against time. You must not give the Emperor any opportunity to strike back. Synchronize your attack with Sir Cheshire’s return to the capital and his arrival at the Imperial Palace.” “It will be too late to subdue that many troops alive.” “I know it will be hard. I know, but you must not hesitate.” Enoch also knew. He knew that there was no way to reach the Emperor without staining his hands with innocent blood along the way. ‘When will we…’ Even so, he was distressed. Enoch glanced over the trembling soldiers clutching their weapons. “The way….” Then he lowered his gaze and made a meaningless request. “Can you… open the way?” Silence. Soon, Enoch slowly raised his head and pulled his sword out of its scabbard. At that moment. Clink! Clink—! Enoch was surprised. As if they had made a promise, the hundred or so soldiers all threw away their weapons and opened the way. ‘What on earth…’ Enoch looked at their expressions. Their eyes were unfocused, as if they were possessed by something beyond their grasp. * * * Wizard Tower. Oscar looked at Lilith, who was praying with her eyes closed and her hands clasped together, and then grabbed the child’s arm in surprise. “You!” The child’s hair grew in front of him. Facing an agitated Oscar, Lilith’s frightened expression subtly shifted. “…What did you do?” “Praying…” “Does praying make you grow?! Huh?” “….” “What exactly did you do… You promised… promised to tell me…” You can’t succeed without any sacrifice or damage. And the child, as always, would choose to burn her own life force rather than sacrifice others. “I really prayed….” Lilith, who was secretly watching Oscar’s expression, added. “…Don’t let anyone stand in Dad’s way.” “…..” Oscar swallowed his anger, closed his eyes tightly, and thought. “….stand in Dad’s way.” Then perhaps, it is some sort of mind-controlling ability… It was a prayer for those who would die by Enoch’s sword until they reached the Emperor. * * * Enoch’s face distorted even more painfully as he watched those who had given way without resistance as if they were being controlled by something. The one who had given way was probably, His daughter. “…You, daughter. Is it because she feels sorry for people? She’s not trying to do something by shortening her own life for such a simple reason.” “She’s just trying to protect her Dad’s beliefs.” Enoch trembled and bit his lips tightly as he recalled what Oscar had said that day. “Until the sword reaches the Emperor’s neck… I hope there will be no unjust bloodshed on the way that is different from Dad’s beliefs.” The beliefs that his daughter had protected by sacrificing her life. The only way to repay them is to finally engrave that precious meaning on this land. ‘I’m sorry, princess. I, for sure. I’ll definitely do it.’ Swallowing the tears that were too early to shed, Enoch gripped his sword firmly. ‘For you.’ The man’s eyes shone fiercely as he advanced without hesitation into the fortress of the devil.
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