Outside the chapel, the crowd had already gathered. The news that had suddenly spread had shaken everyone. The nobles and soldiers were all shocked. Even those who had vaguely realized the truth in advance were stunned after learning the details of the matter.
In order to eradicate the nobles who had opposed him, the king had framed Gwen? In order to ensure his royal power and prevent the Cecil family from returning to the center of the kingdom's power, Duke Cecil had single-handedly directed the sensational massacre on Crow Terrace.
This was not a rumor, but there was real evidence and witnesses. A secret letter that should have been destroyed was found, and a few internal court attendants who were unwilling to remain silent also stood up to testify against the king's crimes. Outside the chapel, the fat Count Bahrain waved a letter in his hand angrily. "This is a conspiracy! The king used fake news to deceive Duke Cecil, making the Duke mistakenly think that Crow Terrace was occupied by monsters. The king killed hundreds of nobles and their Knight, just because these people had opposed him!! "
The Knight around the chapel was in an uproar, and the uproar gradually evolved into louder and louder shouts. Some of the internal court nobles who were still in shock and fear quickly joined the wave of condemnation. Only a few people in the crowd maintained a strange silence, and a small number of nobles were at a loss, as if they had suddenly lost their position, as if they suddenly did not understand what had gone wrong in this world.
More people were incited, and a sense of betrayal began to spread in the crowd.
"The king we supported turned out to be a tyrant?!"
"If he can kill a hundred nobles who opposed him today, he can kill us tomorrow!!"
"He was crowned by stepping on blood! We should have known from the beginning! "
Some people in the crowd were shouting themselves hoarse. At first, only a small number of people were shouting, but somehow, it quickly spread to almost the entire crowd. Some people shouted for the king to come out of the chapel, and some people who felt betrayed stared angrily at the door. If it were not for the last guard at the door, these people might even have rushed into the chapel.
Then, the door of the chapel was pushed open. Wales? Moen appeared in front of these people.
"The king is out!" "He's out!"
Amidst the commotion, the crowd could not help but take half a step back. However, they immediately surged forward again. A cacophony of voices rang out from all directions, clamoring for the king to explain the contents of the letter. Count Bahrain stood at the front, waving the letter in his hand and loudly saying, "Your Majesty! Please explain everything. Why did you write to Duke Cecil and tell him that Crow Terrace was occupied by monsters?! "
The fat count's face was flushed red, as if every word he said was squeezing out all his strength.
Wales looked at Count Bahrain in silence for a few seconds. After the crowd quieted down, Wales said clearly, "I just cleaned up the kingdom's parasites."
This was a disguised admission, and the crowd immediately went into an uproar.
When the uproar reached its peak, the crowd suddenly quieted down again.
A tall figure came out of the shadows of the chapel. Gwen walked out of the door and stood beside Wales with a blank face.
"Frankly speaking, since the day I walked out of the tomb, I've met many people in this era. Some tried to be my opponents, some thought they were my opponents, some were my allies, and some thought they were my allies." Gwen glanced at the king beside him. "But only you, who is neither an opponent nor an ally, are the first to really surprise me, and even catch me off guard."
"That's my greatest honor." Wales smiled and said softly, "There's only one thing you have to do next — condemn me."
No one heard the whispered conversation between Gwen and Wales, but everyone could see the two men talking. A noble in a royal blue coat shouted, "Duke Cecil, you've been deceived by this' king '! He wants to put you in an unjust position! "
Gwen looked at the noble who shouted and whispered to Wales, "This man is very loyal to you."
Then, before Wales could respond, he said, "Unfortunately, the stage you've arranged is not my style."
A hint of surprise finally appeared on Wales' face, but before he could say anything, Gawain had already stepped forward and said to the gathered nobles and soldiers, "There's no need to doubt, I know what's on Crow Terrace."
The square in front of the chapel was suddenly silent. Everyone was so shocked that they forgot to make a sound. Some could not help but gasp after a moment, while others subconsciously looked around.
The soldiers and tanks of the Cecil Army were gathered around the open space, and those cold war machines were indifferently watching all of this. There was no sadness or joy, and they were well-disciplined.
"That letter is real, and so is my bombing of Crow Terrace. But before we discuss whether this matter is righteous or not, I have something I want to show you all."
As Gwen spoke, he stretched out his hand to the side. Only then did people notice that a short half-elf in black leather armor had been standing there for some time. This amazing stealth technique first surprised the Supers present, and then they saw this half-elf hand a stack of paper with words and pictures printed on it to Gwen.
Gwen took the printout from Amber, flipped through it casually, and read, "Count Uriel, a noble directly conferred by the royal family. His fief is located in the west of Saint Sunil. He planned to defect on the 58th of last month. At one point, he packed twelve carriages worth of property, including three carriages and several war horses that were supposed to be city defense supplies that he stole using his position. Later, because he noticed the abnormal movement of the Royal Knight Regiment, he urgently canceled his escape.
"Viscount Hodikor, a noble in the inner court. He also planned to defect and transferred a large amount of property that belonged to the royal family by bribing the guards. Also, because he was well-informed, he urgently canceled his escape and then actively pledged his loyalty to the new king to cover up his crimes.
"Viscount Balger and his brothers tried to defect from the north gate. For this, they did not hesitate to kill an upright Knight who was against the defection and tried to report to the Silver Castle. They then disguised it as a fall.
"This is even more impressive. Countess Hopkina, who tried to defect. I even have a magic image of her rushing toward the north gate."
Gawain raised a piece of paper, and on it was a clear image of a noble carriage headed toward the city gate with its emblem erased. In the image, a woman with a long and thin face was looking out nervously at the street, and behind the carriage was the northern city wall that everyone in the Saint Sunil Empire was familiar with.
"I still have a lot of information here, a lot."
Gwen's voice woke up many people in the square from their daze. After waking up, almost everyone suddenly felt a chill spreading from the bottom of their hearts.
The duke looked at everyone. Even though he was far away in the South, his vision had already covered the Captical in the North.
This information, these words, and these images, the perspective they presented was unsettling, and the details they had were terrifying. For a moment, the nobles in the square even had the illusion that they were living right under Cecil's eyes. Every guest at every banquet, every guard under the porch, every passerby, every corner, every moment, there was a pair of eyes that belonged to Cecil staring at them.
However, Gwen knew that he was far from being able to do that. Even though the Military Intelligence Bureau had indeed set up many stations and spies in Saint Sunil after more than two years of operation, his' surveillance 'of the Captical was still quite limited. However, the nobles who tried to defect were really unlucky, or perhaps they only cared about the attention of the Silver Castle and ignored the civilians who could be seen everywhere on the streets and behind the windows. As a result, many of them gave themselves away.
On the other hand, the information in his hands was also half true and half false. However, at a time like this, who would care?
"During a national crisis, trying to defect, stealing military supplies, destroying the city defense, and even murdering the soldiers guarding the city is a serious act of treason," Gwen said calmly as he put down the information in his hands. "What happened at Crow Terrace was just a law enforcement action."
This was Gwen's style. He was the one who ordered the bombardment of Crow Terrace, so there was nothing to hide. He just wanted to eliminate the nobles, so there was nothing to hide. Just like what he did in the South, when it came to the affairs of the traditional nobles, he neither beat around the bush nor pretended.
After all, there was no 'deviation' between the order he promoted and the old nobles' order, but a tit-for-tat confrontation. Since they were destined to be incompatible from the beginning, it was better to be more direct.
After all, he did not need to 'leave a way out' for himself among the old nobles. Instead, he had to be careful. If he cooperated with this scam today, this hypocrisy would become a stain in the eyes of the people one day in the future.
"I'm done," he said calmly. "Who wants to speak?"
The square of the cathedral was silent, but this silence was not only caused by nervousness and fear, but also a kind of contradictory and tangled mentality that troubled everyone. Apart from the soldiers and low-ranked knights who had a relatively simple standpoint, the nobles who had a slightly higher title were aware of the difficulty of this problem.
There was no doubt that traitors were abominable. At this moment, those who stood here were basically the real defenders of the Captical and the pro-war faction who despised the deserters. After seeing the evidence, of course, they felt a certain degree of recognition for what happened at Crow Terrace.
But Gwen? Cecil's means made them feel uneasy, and the sound of the cannons made everyone deeply afraid.
The king had indeed gotten rid of the 'vermin' in the kingdom, but it was undeniable that the king had used this method to get rid of his enemies. Regardless of whether Duke Cecil knew the truth behind the incident at Crow Terrace, the king's letter was real, and his motive was real as well.
The huge sense of contradiction and the almost absurd sense of division made everyone speechless for a moment. It seemed that they should not support either side, but they had to support one.
This unbearable silence lasted for a few minutes before it was suddenly broken.
The people gathered in front of the church suddenly scattered to both sides. Dressed in a duke's cloak, the elegant Duke Bai Dewen? Duke Franklin stood out.
The Duke was holding an inexplicable thing in his hand — it was a metal plate made of mithril.
After seeing the metal plate, Gwen did not look surprised at all. He just slightly tilted his head and glanced at Victoria next to him. In the complicated gaze of the Duchess of the Northern Region, he saw a trace of seriousness, and then that seriousness turned into relief.
Bai Dewen? Holding the mithril plate, Duke Franklin came in front of Gwen and Wales. After exchanging a deep look with Wales, he turned around and looked at the crowd in the square.
"In any case, the king's action of using Duke Cecil to eliminate dissidents is undeniable. His motive contains great selfishness and a terrible abuse of power. This indisputable fact proves one thing: Wales is no longer fit to be our ruler. Moen is no longer suitable to continue to be our King. He should step down and abdicate.
"Duke Cecil's bombardment of Crow Terrace is a thunderous method to eliminate traitors. He is far away from the center of power in the capital, so he does not have the motive to eliminate those who do not agree with him. Although this decision is a little too cruel, it is a normal decision in a time of national crisis. This is my judgment."
Behind Gwen, Amber, whose figure was hidden from everyone's sight, whispered softly, "It's ridiculous …"
Gwen replied softly, "Yes, it's ridiculous."
There were too many points for debate in Bai Dewen's words. It was as if he deliberately magnified the mistakes of one side and deliberately ignored the terrible actions of the other side. It was obvious that the real culprit was Gwen, but in the end, he wanted everyone to ignore this point.
But the most ridiculous thing was that after Bai Dewen's voice fell, no one in the square spoke up to refute.
The people were silent for a moment, and then they exchanged glances with each other. Under some kind of silent tacit understanding, they nodded one by one.
Bai Dewen turned around and looked into Wales' eyes. "Your Majesty, do you have any objections to this conclusion?"
Wales showed a relaxed smile. Things were finally going in the direction of his plan.
"I have no objections."
"Then, please give up the throne, Your Majesty."
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