"The farmhouse was burned to the ground, and the security forces were unable to salvage anything."
"Nothing?"
The question included the Duke of Linchester.
"Yes, indeed."
"Hmmm."
Lucas nodded in satisfaction.
Lucas, who had sent his men away and was left alone, looked around with a satisfied smile.
He stood at the Duke of Linchester's residence in the capital.
The Duke had fled, and his children had been scattered, leaving the Duke empty.
As soon as Julian came to power, the Duke of Linchester fled with only his important belongings.
At that time, not only the Duke of Linchester was like that, but also many nobles.
Julian had been purged by the opposition aristocracy without seeing anything.
Lucas, who was the first to return to the capital, sent someone to clean up the mess that looked like a thief.
He looked around the Duke's office.
The furniture and furnishings were arranged as they were before the Duke of Linchester left.
This was his father's place.
This desk. This chair.
And this family.
Lucas looked at the Duke of Linchester's stained possessions and said to his father in his heart:
'If Julian Blake had fallen, my father would not have recovered.'
The Duke of Linchester had sinned too much.
He could not count the enemies who were eager to take revenge on him and his family.
The rise of the New Royalist was not due to the great resourcefulness of Julian and Bridget.
It's just that the Duke of Linchester has bought too many grudges.
'One father is gone.'
The dead cannot be judged.
All the sins he has to bear will fade away.
'With your death, House Linchester will live on, Father. This is good for you, for me, and for our posterity in the future.'
Lucas thought that the Duke of Linchester was too senile.
From the time he never returned to the capital and his in a farmhouse, Lucas was ashamed of his father.
Majesty and glory may die, but greed is still alive, and even at that point, he does not give up his place even to his son.
Today he died.
Lucas felt cold inside. But there was one thing he missed.
It was the fact that his father had left behind a soldier named Bruce.
***
At the same time, the Duke of Linchester's farmhouse was on fire, and there was another bustle going on in the middle of the night.
A village deep in the mountains.
It was sparsely populated, and the road was poorly paved.
Under the cover of darkness, dozens of wagons and several horses appeared.
About thirty people had gathered in a cave near the village.
Coincidentally, today was the day of the regular Ressurection Church lecture.
They were all smeared red on their foreheads and around their eyes, their hands folded, and they were muttering something.
They wore a robe that covered their toes and pulled over their hood, but their exposed hands and wrists were wrapped in expensive jewelry.
Most of them were nobles with sumptuous clothing.
And then there was Bruce Linchester.
When a shaman with a candlestick appeared from inside the cave, they folded their hands together to form a circle above their head to show their respect for her.
"Glorious Messenger of God!"
"Messenger of God!"
Everyone shouted the same words.
The shaman climbed up to the platform and reverently spoke.
"May God's grace be upon the guardians of this land who have been called by od to come to this holy place today. Today, I have some very surprising news for you. Behold, a prophet of divine revelation."
The shaman pointed to the inside of the cave from which he had stepped out.
Then, out of the darkness, someone stepped out with a small candle.
She was a girl with an unseen white cloth wrapped around her body and a gold belt around her waist.
She covered her face with lace woven with gold thread and adorned her head to toe with gold jewelry.
Her eyelids peeked through the lace, her lips were covered in gold dust, and her feet were barefoot.
With each step, the gold bells on her ankles made a clattering sound.
The fluttering white cloth and gold ornaments made her look very sacred.
She took the stage under the guidance of a shaman.
Everyone held their breath and looked at her.
The girl stammered in a quiet voice.
"I'm here today... To bring you a revelation from God... I'm here..."
People held their breath.
The shaman flipped back the cloth that covered the girl's face.
The crowd roared.
"That face..."
"Does it look familiar?"
The girl stared into the void with unfocused blue eyes and spoke again.
"I'm Bridget Florence... I'm her sister. I'm here today... Reveal Bridget's true identity... To reveal... I'm here..."
Suddenly, Chloe's mumbling voice strengthened.
"Bridget Florence is a witch!"
"...!"
Chloe's voice echoed in the cave.
"My mother committed adultery with the devil and conceived the witch!"
Another echo rang out.
The murmur of the people grew louder.
The shaman raised his hand to silence the people.
The girl returned to her mumbling voice again and continued slowly.
"The witch... She's manipulating the King... Country...In the hands of an evil witch... Faire... Move on."
Chloe, who had never blinked before, suddenly stopped talking and blinked.
She looked around for a moment, her face bewildered as if she had just woken up.
"Huh...?"
The shaman furrowed his brow and glanced at Bruce Linchester.
Everything Chloe said was brainwashed by him.
Still, Bruce was so intoxicated by Chole's words that he came to his senses.
"Tsk, the spell isn't complete yet."
In fact, the plan was to bring Chloe to the congregation at the next lecture.
The mind-controlling spell needed to synergize with brainwashing, so it took plenty of time.
That's why Chloe and the girls who were going to be sacrificed were moving around for a while.
But the Duke of Linchester's sanctification put her on the pulpit too early.
He quickly took Chloe back into the cave.
In the meantime, the shaman was trying to get people to notice him by pounding the ground with his staff full of bells.
"Did you hear that? Alas! Something scary is happening! God wants to communicate His will to us through that prophet!"
At the words of the shaman, those standing along the wall beat drums.
The sound of candles and drums, the mysterious caves, the solidarity of the crowd with the same red paint on their faces.
The shaman shouted in a majestic voice.
"Let's party to God! Open the way for us!"
"Open it!"
The shaman chanted, and the crowd followed suit.
The people who had been singing in unison were united.
Before they knew it, the shaman was crying out Bridget's death.
"God, a witch wants to deceive the King into becoming his Queen! Give us the power to slay the witches!"
"Give us strength!"
Drums sounded loud, and the voices of the people and the cheerful drumming of the drums became a mass of them.
People were excited and believed it was their faith.
The shaman knew how to heighten their unity and excitement.
He glanced somewhere, and someone appeared from the depths of the cave again.
This time, it wasn't just one.
The girls, all of whom looked the same and had their hair cur short, appeared in two rows.
Each had a glass of wine in their hand. Inside was a red tassel of magical powers.
They had unfocused eyes, just like Chloe did.
The shaman slammed his staff down with a thump, and for a moment, the drumming died down.
"Now, all of you, cleanse your bodies with purifying wine."
The excited aristocrats drank the drinks offered by the girls.
Soon, their mind was dazed, and they felt better.
"The purified wine that you have drunk will wash away the dirt of this world."
Soon, the cave was in a frenzy.
After tying Chloe away, Bruce smirked as he watched the congregation moaning and writhing in delight.
"It's always fun."
He wasn't just dominating Chloe and the other girls with witchcraft.
Everyone here was being deceived without realizing it.
As proof of this, the noble nobles had laid down their pretense and were clearly showing their bestial desires.
As they did so, a man rushed into the cave.
He was stunned by what lay out in the cave, but then he went to find Bruce.
"Nigel Abington was taken away by the security forces."
Bruce, who was sobbing in the sticky heat, said, 'Huh?' He looked at his subordinate.
"Crazy bastard. What else have you done?"
He chuckled and finally came to his senses at the words of his subordinate.
"The Duke of Linchester has been discouraged."
"What?"
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