Chương 228: Interlude 1: “Darkness Lurking in the Capital”

The same night. The reception room of the Parliament House. The Prime Minister was being trampled underfoot by a man. Even though his master was suffering right beside him, Cochran stood by expressionlessly. His eyes were hollow, like a different person from when he guided Yu. The man trampling the Prime Minister must be nearly two meters tall. His spiky blond hair, standing up as if piercing the heavens, was distinctive. He looked to be in his thirties.

He had an extremely robust physique, looking as if he could crush rocks. The blond man called out to Cochran.

"What did that brat send?"

"Yes. It is this." The memo, which was supposed to be handed to the Prime Minister confidentially, was handed to the blond man by Cochran. Even with Yu's ability to read minds, he couldn't see through it. That was natural. Because when Cochran received it, he genuinely intended to hand it to the Prime Minister. The blond man looked over the memo. 『If you have true feelings, I'll listen. Tell me who is behind this. 』"Hoh—he's already sensed it." Due to the magic Yu cast, the memo began to vanish little by little.

But before that, the man pressed the memo onto the Prime Minister's face and burned it. He trampled on the face screaming in pain expressionlessly, as if it were burning embers.

"This won't do. Nikelb. Making such a blunder."

"Hiii...!" The blond man smirked. He held his hand toward the Prime Minister. The author's tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. Then suddenly, the Prime Minister started strangling himself. He tried to speak, but because his own hands were pressing down on his throat, no voice came out. The Prime Minister's eyes were bloodshot, and he was desperately flailing his legs. He was struggling in agony, seeking oxygen. The blond man looked down at him with an amused face.

When the movements of his limbs craving life finally slowed down, the blond man loosened his hand. Finally released from the agony of death, the Prime Minister collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath.

"Are you... not going to kill me...?" Even receiving pain and humiliation enough to die, the Prime Minister hadn't abandoned his pride as one entrusted with a country. However, the blond man sneered, not caring about such pride at all.

"Hmph. As long as you have value to be kept alive, I'll let you live. I don't dislike wise tools."

"Gu...!" Looking down at the Prime Minister grinding his teeth, the blond man snapped his fingers. Soon, two men appeared. A short man with a slightly bent back, and a muscularly built man." Egliff. Bassania. Continue the investigation. Find that magic."

"Yes, sir." Egliff and Bassania. Both were renowned as the Captain of the Royal Magic Corps and the Captain of the Royal Swordsman Corps, loyal to the nation, but they had already lost their sanity. The Prime Minister's face distorted in despair rapidly.

"No way... Even you two...!" There was no longer a single person in the Capital Dandama who would be an ally to the Prime Minister. Even every single soldier would turn into a rebel at his command. Only the Prime Minister still kept his sanity. But even that was merely the man's whim.

"By the way. What shall we do with that person named Yu?" Bassania suggested in a hollow voice. The blond man snorted.

"Let him swim for a while. He might bring back a wonderful souvenir unexpectedly."

"Understood." The two left with hollow steps. They felt devoid of humanity, just like puppets.

"D-Damn it! You bastard, do you think you'll be forgiven for doing this!?"

"Forgiven?" Still smiling, the blond man trampled through the Prime Minister's arm without mercy. The sound of bone breaking echoed in the quiet, dim room.

"Gyaaaaaaaahhhhh!"

"People like you are nothing more than a pastime. And I am the God on the board. Do you think a God needs—forgiveness?" Mocking, he trampled and crushed the other arm as well. As if treating the filthy scream rising again as a substitute for pleasant music, the man looked delighted.

"Why, why! Why do you use this country...!?"

"Even if I can, flipping the board easily offers little amusement. It's just that." The blond man spat out with terribly cold eyes, as if it were only natural. In other words, this man thinks nothing of the lives of the citizens. He is saying he doesn't mind overturning everything depending on his mood. The Prime Minister couldn't retort anything due to despair. Perhaps losing his will, he lost consciousness right there.

Glancing at the Prime Minister collapsing in an unsightly manner with no more interest, the blond man walked to the window of the reception room and gazed at the scenery outside. Beyond his gaze—far away, lies Sacris.

"Brat. If you are the real deal—this might get interesting for the first time in a while." The man sneered quietly. His eyes were cold as ice. And the will residing in his pupils was even more ruthless and cruel.