"It was Roland! The Undying Roland killed her!"
"Someone saw it. It was that person."
If I had only been surprised because it had nothing to do with me, then I was completely astonished.
"Me? What kind of joke is this? "
Before I could respond, I heard the sound of hurried footsteps outside my residence. Dark magic was already gathering, indicating that a powerful mage was making preparations.
"Damn it!"
Now wasn't the time to think too much. If I really was caught red-handed, those furious mages wouldn't listen to my explanation.
"Damn it, I've been tricked so badly this time."
Even if it was me, I also wanted to curse a few times at this time.
Not long after I arrived, Maria was assassinated. Who would be able to so easily kill the strongest demon warlock in the world and make everyone believe that I was the one who did it …
"Cavendish, you brat, you tricked me again!?"
At this time, my first reaction was that I had been tricked yet again.
Perhaps I had also been targeted by him while I was searching for him. Perhaps he was the one who personally set up Maria's trap.
But now wasn't the time to explain. It would be impossible to explain.
I unhesitatingly jumped onto the windowsill, spread my wings, and directly flew up.
While I was still flying up, sword energy and magic spells came rushing towards me, along with flying demons and gargoyles that were being controlled.
I looked down and saw that even in the middle of the night, countless torches were lit, and there were people everywhere.
The entire city was burning, and many areas were in chaos. The guards below me had the deepest hatred in their eyes.
Between the dark clouds in the sky, mages and aerial Knight were constantly rushing over from the distance.
Since they were innocent, why did they have to wait for the truth to be revealed? In this world, there was still the concept of "torture into confessing" and "kill first and report later."
Explain? If I stopped right now and was even half a second slower, I would be beaten into meat paste.
Their eyes were bloodshot with hatred. It was impossible for them to listen to any explanation. It would seem that Maria had been killed in front of everyone, and they were now convinced that I was the murderer.
I shook my head and flew higher again. At the very least, I was confident that I could escape before they surrounded me.
"Damn it, this is probably only the beginning …"
…
This was a land of wind and sand. The wind and sand covered the sky, and the violent hurricane brought about a deadly sandstorm. Everything was shrouded in fog.
They had already passed the Saffron Mountains and were in a deserted, uninhabited area. As far as the eye could see, there was only sand and sand dunes.
As I continued digging and calculating the coordinates, I was getting closer and closer to my destination.
It had been two weeks since Maria was assassinated.
After leaving the chaotic Fortress City, I headed towards the mountainous region without hesitation.
My ability to fly allowed me to avoid all of San Antonio's cities. I knew that the only way to avoid such a large country like San Antonio would be to avoid their spies by not coming into contact with humans at all.
My journey here was rather relaxing. I had gotten used to hunting and camping by myself. As for explaining anything, I had already contacted the Mist Alliance's diplomatic channels.
In my explanation, I said that the assassin wasn't me, but someone in disguise. As for whether they believe me or not … it would depend on what they plan to do next.
Actually, what I was most afraid of was that they would believe my explanation and admit that I wasn't the assassin.
If they didn't intend to start a civil war and accept Prince Winston as their ally, then I would be the best scapegoat. The Mist Alliance was thousands of kilometers away, so it would be impossible for them to declare war.
This way, the Mist Alliance's officials could take this opportunity to give the commoners an explanation. At most, they could curse at me from afar, but it wouldn't hurt the Mist Alliance at all.
At most, they would send some assassins to kill me and then put up a bounty for me. With my many years of experience in being hunted down, there wouldn't be much of a difference.
After all, I had already been a public enemy of Eich before. As long as I didn't come to San Antonio in the future, there wouldn't be much of a difference. At most, I would have another group of enemies and pursuers.
As for the top-level Gods, Cavendish's acting wouldn't be able to fool them. I didn't need to worry that Aillé would misunderstand.
If Maria's officials believed my explanation, or at least said that they approved of it on the surface, then it would be quite troublesome …
It wasn't the Mist Alliance or Roland's actions = it was an assassination attempt by someone else = who benefited from Maria's death = Prince Winston was the mastermind = civil war.
Also, it was no secret that I had previously stayed at Prince Winston's residence. This would be a great deal of trouble if it was revealed.
Roland was the assassin = he had no conflict of interest with Maria. There was a mastermind = Prince Winston was the mastermind = civil war.
"No matter how I look at it, the situation doesn't look good …"
I returned from a sandstorm. I was nearing the end of my exploration of the ruins. Today was also the day that I would meet up with the Mist Alliance's intelligence agent.
However, I didn't see anyone when I arrived. There was only a package that was buried in the sand.
I opened the package. As expected, it was a file box with a self-destructing magical lock. The key to open the lock was my magic signature.
I infused my magic into the box and opened it. It was a stack of the newest fairies' daily newspaper and some edited text.
"Duke Barrot has declared war against Prince Winston. He and his twelve subordinate earls have formed the Vengeance Knight Order, swearing to take revenge for Queen Maria."
This was the shocking title that was placed on the surface.
As I continued reading, I discovered that the situation was far worse than I had expected.
On that day, Maria had been assassinated in front of Prince Winston at a banquet in the public square. Many of the participants had been elite commoners and merchants.
The assassin was "Roland" who had returned after saying goodbye. Together with him were a Cardinal and two Holy Temple Knight.
It would seem that "Roland" had come to introduce these "honored guests" who had come uninvited. Marie Adam naturally wouldn't be rude and directly met with them in the public square.
And, the assassination just happened to take place right when Maria was meeting with the diplomatic group.
"Roland" wasn't the only one who had attacked. The diplomatic group had also attacked. Although the two Holy Temple Knight Barrot were directly torn to shreds by Maria's final counterattack, and the Cardinal was also torn to shreds by the enraged crowd, "Roland" had indeed escaped. He had even run in the direction of my temporary residence …
The framing was quite successful. It was later verified that the assassin had indeed been an envoy sent by Prince Winston and the pope. Cardinal Rost was an incredibly famous diplomat, but he had been torn to shreds by a group of commoners in the chaos.
All the assassins had died. The only one who had managed to escape was "Roland."
But actually, I had an alibi.
After I returned to my residence, I ate dinner in the main hall, played a game of Quentin, and even cheated to win some money. Only then did I leisurely return to my room with a midnight snack. After that, I talked to the customer service staff and ordered two roast chickens to feed my cat. This was completely different from the time when "Roland" had appeared.
I didn't believe that such a huge point of suspicion wouldn't be discovered after everyone calmed down.
Not only that, but that Cardinal Rost was a ruthless character at the level of a Cardinal. For him to be torn to shreds by the enraged mob was obviously suspicious as well.
However, if the current development was what Duke Barrot wanted to see, he would naturally be able to ignore all suspicions.
"A Knight who swore to take revenge for his former master finally defeated an evil schemer and gained control of this country. Finally, with the bloodline of his former master gone, and under the repeated requests of his subordinates, he had no choice but to ascend to the throne and be crowned king … This was an old story, but it was tempting. The confusion was real. As expected, the chaos had only just begun. "
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