The dungeon of the palace was Prince Roland's childhood nightmare. As he walked down the stone steps, Roland could not help but feel this fear.
Rummaging through his memories, he quickly found the source of his fear.
When he was 12 years old, Timothy took Prince Roland, Gerald, and Garcia to explore the basement of the palace. Prince Roland, who had always wanted to be part of their circle, was very happy. However, Timothy stole the key from the guard and locked Prince Roland in prison. Then, the three of them laughed and left.
In the dark room, Prince Roland was so scared that his teeth were chattering, and he did not even dare to shout. Because he could occasionally hear mournful cries in the palace, the guard said that they were caused by the ghosts in the underground. Prince Roland was afraid that the cries would attract the undead, so he curled up in a corner of the wall, buried his head in his knees, and sobbed. When the three of them came to see him the next morning, his face was covered with snot.
Since then, Prince Roland had never dared to step into the palace basement.
Now, Roland naturally understood that the so-called cries of ghosts were only the screams of prisoners during torture. Only a few prisoners were qualified to be imprisoned in the palace, so he occasionally heard them.
Walking to the lowest floor of the basement, Roland saw Timothy Wimbledon in a small cell. This was also the place where Prince Roland had cried for a whole night. Compared to the prison in the Inner City, the environment here was actually not bad. At least it was not leaking, rats and cockroaches were everywhere, and the air was full of humidity and stench.
The ironic thing was that their positions had been swapped.
Hearing the noise, Timothy, who was sitting against the wall, opened his eyes and looked at Roland.
He was the brother that Prince Roland feared the most. His appearance was not much different from the image in his memory. His gray short curly hair and eyes symbolized the blood of the Wimbledon family. His nose and cheeks inherited his father's features, which made him look angular and quite handsome. However, his slender eyes destroyed the overall feeling, and under the flickering light of the torch, they looked even more gloomy.
In the past, the Fourth Prince would not even dare to look his second brother in the eye, but to Roland, he was just a stranger whose claws and teeth had been pulled out.
The two of them looked at each other in silence for a long time. For a moment, only the crackling of the torches could be heard in the cell. Timothy couldn't hide the haggardness on his face. Although he still wanted to put on his previous imposing manner to overwhelm her, it was all in vain. The tough look in his eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by an indescribable fear.
"Who … are you?" Timothy finally couldn't help but ask, breaking the silence.
The dry voice echoed in the basement, and the emotions in it were clear. He's afraid, Roland thought. Roland was not surprised that Timothy would ask such a question. Compared to Tilly, whom he rarely communicated with, Timothy knew Prince Roland better. After all, the latter's bad and capricious character was largely caused by the second prince.
"I'm Roland Wimbledon." He squatted down and looked at Timothy at the same level. "Don't you remember me?"
"You're not!" Timothy said in a trembling voice. "He can't look at me like that, he doesn't dare to face me!" He gasped twice. "I know … you're the real devil! He wasn't tempted by the devil, but the devil incarnated into his appearance and wanted to steal the kingdom! "
For a dying man, Roland simply disdained to explain anything. "So what? How much better do you think you are than the devil? You murdered your own father, pushed the conspiracy onto your own brother, and then executed him. In order to keep the stolen throne, you not only colluded with the church that father hated the most, but also forced innocent people to attack the territory of the third princess. You didn't even spare the most cowardly and incompetent Fourth Prince. In just one year, the kingdom was in chaos. Several cities were destroyed by the flames of war, and refugees were everywhere. I'm afraid that even the devil couldn't do this! "
"No!" He argued in a panic. "I didn't kill father, he committed suicide! Just like you, he was controlled by the devil! "
"Committed suicide?" Roland asked with a frown.
"I'm not lying! He was lying on the bed as usual, smiling and killing himself with a dagger! "
"Not a witch?"
"He was wearing a God's Stone of Retaliation! Damn it … "Timothy's hoarse voice was choked with sobs." Everything happened without warning, and I couldn't stop him! "
Roland looked at Nightingale behind him, and she nodded gently.
An enchantment witch. A thought flashed through his mind. Once the ability was performed, the witch would not be affected by the God's Stone. If it was an ordinary witch organization, it was almost impossible for them to get close to the king, but the church also had pure witches, so it was not difficult to get close to the king. Roland quickly thought of the refugee evacuation battle six months ago. A witch had infiltrated the camp to assassinate Vendy and the others, and her ability was to change her appearance. If he looked at the two together, the answer was obvious.
If the church was really behind all this, then the decree to fight for the throne, which was purely to create disputes and turmoil, could also be explained. However, all this still needed to be confirmed, and Roland believed that he could find out the truth from the High Priest of King's City Cathedral.
"This is not the reason why you murdered Gerald and expanded the war to the whole kingdom," Roland said in a deep voice. "Especially when you colluded with the church and used the Pill of Madness to create a massacre — have you ever thought about how many people died because of this?"
"Even if I didn't use it, wouldn't Garcia have? If they had worshipped me as king from the beginning, I wouldn't have been so ruthless! "Timothy climbed to the railing and grabbed the iron bar with both hands." And what does this have to do with the devil! What do you want to do with me? "
"State the crime, sentence, and then go to the guillotine — just like Gerald. But your crime is irrefutable, and you cannot be punished. "
"No! You can't kill me, the devil can never stand in front of the stage, and the power of God will destroy you — if you want to get the Kingdom of Graycastle, you must rely on my help! "
"God?" Roland grinned. "Do you mean the church?"
"You don't know them! The church's hidden strength is unfathomable, and in the notes left by my father, there are some incredible rumors, which is why he has never been able to make up his mind to expel the church! " He shouted, "The pill is only one of their means, and as long as your identity is exposed, you will soon be doomed!"
"It's not like that … Timothy Wimbledon, I know far more than you think, and I also know what the future will be like. This road is too difficult, and you can't lead the people through it. " Roland said slowly, "In order to meet the upcoming challenges, your fate must end here. But don't worry, your journey to hell will not be lonely, and there will be many people who will go with you. Go in peace. "
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