The New Civilization of Witches

Chapter 45: Conspiracy (Part 1)

On the night of the new moon, a silhouette of Gerald Wimbledon can be seen near the walls of Graycastle City.

After several months of her placement in Hermes ended, she now finally returned, he thought.

The long journey left him completely exhausted, but he was still wary of his surroundings.

He curbed his horse to stop and gestured for his deputy to leave and asked the situation. If everything goes according to plan, then,

Scholar Ansger was supposed to replace all the guards with guards loyal to Gerald.

When his deputy signals, the replaced guard will lower the side door of the suspension bridge.

Gerald stared back, fearing the guards would ignore the signal. Actually he didn't wait long, but for Gerald it felt like time was freezing and he had to wait forever.

When his eyes had already ached to their breaking point, he finally saw a short blink in the distance – two short blinks at the bottom of the wall, he finally saw a short blink in the distance,

and then three times over the wall as the answer, signifying that everything is going according to plan. Gerald had to take a deep breath before gesturing for his troops to advance.

Seeing this, he already believed himself to be only a step away from the throne.

Gerald climbed shoulder-to-shoulder with his deputies through a side door on the wall.

Behind him were more than twenty people from his cavalrymen who followed him.

No one spoke a word, the only sound that could be heard was the pulling of the reins to move the horse slowly forward.

The City Wall was built from stone from the Fallen Dragon Mountain. Under the torch lighting, the brown and crimson colored stones made the walls look like they were filled with blood.

The entire wall was twenty feet wide, and during the construction of the largest wall in the world at that time, over a thousand hard workers, masons and slaves had to die.

In the minds of the people this city was known as an impenetrable fortress, but now Gerald and his men easily crossed the wall, conquering the city with units from within.

Somehow, he would have to think of the Church's new Holy City; would their more ambitious and completely impenetrable walls also collapse from betrayal from within?

"Your Majesty, I've been waiting for you here for a long time." Gerald could hear Ansger's voice through the gate.

There, the scholar was already waiting for him with a small army.

Seeing Gerald appear, Ansger quickly descended and bowed to pay his respects.

Gerald put away his disturbing thoughts. He might be overzealous, making it impossible to hold back his emotions, but he let his imagination run wild,

“You have done well! Did you also replace all the palace guards? ”

“I will do it, but then unexpected problems appear in the plan.

Your Silver Knight who had agreed to help was suddenly moved to the south exit three days ago.

As of now, we haven't had time to replace the new guard with our guard. ”

Gerald frowned, this meant that he could not bring twenty soldiers with him to the palace.

Gerald himself would not be stopped, but the guards would never allow this many armed men into the Royal Palace.

“Let it be, divide the team into two halves and come with me to the door of the Palace. Keep the door under good care and don't let outsiders get in my way, ”

he hesitated for a moment to make a decision. Although his plans had changed, the situation was still under his control.

Naturally at night the guard would stand outside his father's room, but as long as one could distract them for a moment, he would definitely slash them with his sword.

In the city. Everything looked the same as when he left. Even though he was now walking through the city at night, he could still recognize each street.

This is his territory, there is no doubt. Everyone jumped off their horses and marched quickly forward towards the palace.

When they arrived at the door, more than twenty of his soldiers spread out according to the new plan, hiding outside the palace.

As Ansger had said, except the guards were surprised why the Prince wanted to talk to the King so late at night.

However, after hearing Gerald's bluff about having to discuss important matters, they immediately opened the door and let him in. After all, he was the King's eldest son and the first heir to the throne.

Ansger and Gerald went together through the gardens and halls of the Palace. In front of the Palace is the residence of Wimbledon III. Ansger raised his torch and waved to the side.

Immediately after, a guard emerged from the shadows and knelt down on one knee, pleading, "Your Majesty, please come with me."

Gerald became annoyed, he smelled blood. Didn't Ansger say that they had replaced all the palace guards?

He looked through the shadow of the fire and looked at the man well, he was indeed a familiar person – a knight who supported Gerald in fighting over the throne.

This gives him a little peace of mind.

"What happened, did someone enter the castle?"

“It happened earlier tonight, Your Honor. His Majesty has summoned a servant for tonight, but he came right at the turn of the guard.” the others replied,

Her father has long not touched a woman – since the death of her mother.

Gerald was a little surprised, but now he did not have time to involve himself in such a trivial matter.

So, he nodded and said nothing more, and instead went to the castle, followed by his guards.

Even with his eyes closed, Gerald can find his way through the castle. He has lived here for over twenty years.

Where there is a secret passage, where there is a secret door.

However, the purpose of this trip was to persuade his father to bring the throne to him without bloodshed.

So secretly sneaking into the palace was meaningless, he had to get rid of the guards stationed outside his father's room.

Then, he could let his father fully understand the situation, so that they could sit down and talk seriously about the ownership of the right to the inheritance.

If he can't convince her ... Gerald Wimbledon took a deep breath and gestured for his followers to stop,

then took out his great sword and took it in his hand. At the end of the corridor was a bronze door, which was the only entrance to the Palace.

The door to the bedroom was at the end of the corridor behind the bronze door. Normally two or three guards would be stationed here, but this would be the first time in the history of the Palace that the entrance to the King's bedroom was unprotected.

Gerald first opened the door enough for just a small crack, then he slid with the side of his shoulder, quickly entering the room

and take a combat-ready position with his sword – but inside the room it was completely silent, and there was no one.

speak. At the same time, a pungent smell of blood entered his nose. A foreboding thought flashed through his mind. Then, he immediately ran towards his father's room.

There, Gerald saw a shocking sight. His father Wimbledon III was sitting on his bed wearing only his nightgown, and his upper body was leaning against a pillow.

His robe opened, and on his chest was a sword hilt. Blood dripped down his stomach and soaked the blanket.

Standing next to his father was actually his brother, Timothy Wimbledon.

"How ...... how is this possible?"

Gerald stood in place, completely shocked.

"Just like you, brother," Timothy sighed,

"i really don't want to do it."

He clapped his hands, and a large number of armored warriors quickly entered the room, surrounding Gerald, the,

“This is a chess game and I want to finish it according to the rules.

Brother, do you know why I can't?

If you have to blame someone, blame Third Brother; from the beginning he did not intend to follow the rules, but of course.

Otherwise, why would you rush back to King City after hearing Ansger Scholar's prediction?

Seriously, if you don't come, I'm completely helpless. ”

“Anger!” Gerald gritted his teeth and looked at Ansger, furious.

Out of fear, Scholar Ansger stepped back. Raising his hand he said, “I did not lie to you when I said 'The Star of the Apocalypse has begun its arrival.

It metaphorically hunts down all those who have drifted away from the right path, but it also has the meaning of downfall.” Gerald now fully understood.

From the very beginning, he had fallen into a well-designed trap. The smell of blood in front of the castle might not be left behind by a maid,

but it was precisely his Conferred Knight who was removed instead of being moved as they said.

However, his greatest point of despair was that the Ansger Scholar, who had cared for him for over a decade and had taught him to read and write, ultimately chose the second prince – just like his father.

“Timothy Wimbledon,” He is a son like Gerald himself, but only Timothy gets all the attention of their father.

He got the best territory allocated to him, so it was completely unexpected that he would be the one to attack first!

“You devil from hell! “ For a moment, anger appears in Timothy's eyes, but soon disappears,

“Do you really think so?

Brother, if you can't change our father's choice, do you really intend to stop there and return?

Don't fool yourself.”

TN: I turned Astrologer Ansger into Scholar Ansger