Chapter 2: New Century (Epilogue)
The queen and princess were dead, poisoned by the juice of a plant called Bitter Heart Grass from Cain Continent after a sumptuous dinner.
Although it was called Bitter Heart Grass, its juice was sweet.
Perhaps the person who named it had a deeper meaning in mind.
Xi Wei left the Royal Treasure Vault; all the treasures here would be packed and transported back to Winter City.
As for staying in Dragonflame City?
Xi Wei had never considered it. Not only had Dragonflame City already become ruins, but his base was originally in Eagle Territory.
Eagle Territory was located in the center of the entire North Continent, so compared to Dragonflame City.
Winter City was more suitable to be the Royal City.
The disadvantage of being close to the Orc Empire was not a concern; he would settle scores with the Orcs sooner or later.
“You think you’ve won like this?”
“Hahahaha…”
In the main hall of the Royal Palace, a young man’s hysterical laughter could be heard.
Xi Wei bypassed a palace wall and walked into the hall. He saw two Crusaders escorting a richly dressed young man.
This young man had a noble aura and looked somewhat like the First Prince.
It was none other than the Second Prince, Bainegrun.
At this moment, the Second Prince’s eyes were red, and his face contorted as he shouted, like a wild beast trapped and struggling in its death throes.
“I’m telling you, Xi Wei Jinshi! Don’t think you can just take over this country like this!”
“Your brother Hitler is already on his way, perhaps he’s already arrived at Dragonflame…”
“Lord!” As if to prove the Second Prince’s words, a messenger rushed into the palace, reporting with a solemn expression:
“Lord! A large army has been discovered a mile outside the city. They mean business, with a force of over twenty thousand!”
“Hahahaha, Xi Wei Jinshi, all shocked now?”
The Second Prince laughed maniacally, his eyes filled with a mixture of luck and resentment. He incited:
“Hitler is my man. If you don’t kill me, you still have a chance to live. How many troops will you have left after the great battle? Can you withstand the elites of the Jinshi Territory?”
Xi Wei smiled faintly upon hearing this, looking at the Second Prince as if he were a bug. He waved his hand at the two Crusaders and said:
“Take him out and kill him, he’s disgusting.”
“What?! Don’t you understand what I’m saying? Don’t you want to live?”
The Second Prince, Bainegrun, struggled fiercely, his bloodshot eyes filled with disbelief.
“Don’t kill me, please, I’m the Second Prince, you can’t kill me, you can’t…”
The Second Prince was scared. He knelt on the ground and begged, trying to crawl to Xi Wei’s feet, but the two Crusaders dragged him out of the palace like a dead dog.
“Xi Wei Jinshi, may you die a terrible death… Just you wait, wait for me, I’ll be waiting for you in hell, hehehe… Hahahaha…”
The Second Prince’s voice gradually faded. Xi Wei turned around and sat expressionlessly on the high throne.
He particularly liked this kind of blundering idiot who sold out his allies.
A moment later, a “crack” sound came from outside the palace, followed by footsteps. A Crusader returned to the palace carrying the Second Prince’s head.
“Mages, step forward.”
The indifferent voice echoed in the palace, causing the surrounding subjects, who were trembling like quails, to flinch.
The atmosphere gradually became tense. Just as Xi Wei was getting impatient, a middle-aged man in a mage’s robe walked out nervously.
Antonio knelt on the ground, his head deeply bowed in submission.
He was the last Magus in Dragonflame City. If he hadn’t coincidentally had a stomachache during the great battle, he would probably be reduced to ashes by now.
“Your esteemed presence, you…”
“Ice the head of the Second Prince and have my knights parade it throughout the entire kingdom.”
“Don’t think about escaping; you won’t be able to. Cooperate with me obediently, and I’ll give you an opportunity to work for me.”
Antonio felt as if he had been granted a great favor. His lips trembled as he said:
“Praise you, my benevolent Lord… Your Majesty King, this subordinate will not escape and will do his utmost to complete the mission with all his heart.”
“Hmph.” Xi Wei grunted indifferently, signaling Antonio to leave.
To be honest, being called Your Majesty King did make him feel particularly good.
Some people were gathered below the palace. Their identities were complex, including knights, nobles, and alchemists. Many of them were confidantes of King Colon.
However, now was not the time to deal with these confidantes. He still had some questions for his nominal father, Duke Manhattan.
Duke Manhattan had already been waiting by the throne for quite some time when Xi Wei entered the palace.
At this moment, this Sky Knight, an old gentleman with a salt-and-pepper beard, stood behind Xi Wei, smiling and stroking his beard.
He looked at his second son with not only a father’s affection but also a sense of pride and vindication.
He had only wanted to pick a side and gain the status of a powerful noble back then, but the Pope had outmaneuvered him.
He had never expected his second son to be even more formidable, overturning the table and setting a new one in its place.
“Father, should I now…”
Xi Wei originally wanted to ask how to deal with Hitler, as Hitler was his own brother, Manhattan’s eldest son. Whether to kill him or imprison him, he had to consider his nominal father’s feelings.
But before he could finish speaking, Manhattan interrupted him.
He looked at Xi Wei with a smile, a hidden cold glint flashing in his sharp eyes. He said dismissively:
“Xi Wei, I know what you want to ask. Let this dog come over.”
“Speaking of which, I should thank my eldest son. If he hadn’t stepped out, I wouldn’t have known there were so many tumors under my command, hmph!”
