The New Civilization of Witches

Chapter 46: Conspiracy (Part 2)

"..." - ".Gerald didn't know how to answer.

The only thing left for him to do was drag his own brother to hell with him.

However, after some time he calmed down and asked,

"Do you think you can get rid of me by telling me your lies?"

"removed you? No, that doesn't help me at all, my dear brother.

I am powerless, I have to do it.”

Timothy's tone remained calm, as if he was simply stating a fact, though,

“If I respect my father and wait five years, I fear I will have to face the pirate fleet of 3rd sisters.

You know what he did recently, right? ”

Gerald shook his head and felt a piercing pain in his heart as he realized how far apart he was between himself and the second brother.

He remembered that his brother was very clever from an early age but was not good at riding, shooting, or fighting.

As long as he had the chance to give Timothy a slash, he could behead –

“He set up his own army, brother. Really, I admire him. He had even started to set it up before father gave the order to fight for the throne,

this is something I didn't even expect. We got along so harmoniously during our childhood, so how could it develop like this?

Why should we kill each other for the throne?”

Then, he took a step towards Gerald and asked,

“Take yourself as an example. I'm afraid you now want to split me in half with your sword, right?”

” … “

“I know you did, brother, because you told me earlier that when you want to kill, you get a scary look in your eyes.”

Timothy sighed, “I will frankly tell you, I must end this battle for the throne earlier.

Otherwise, if I wait for five years, I will have to face the Garcia fleet. He had been controlling Clearwater for several years,

and make it a suitable city for handling business and recruitment of soldiers unlike Valencia, Gold Harvest City, which is only good for business and not suitable for raising an army.”

“I need an army strong enough to hold back the 3rd Sister fleet, which is not something I can achieve when I can only rely on the trading city.

Gerald Wimbledon, tomorrow you will be tried for the king's murder and your absence from your territory.

I, on the other hand, would travel back to Valencia at night so I would be there before the news of my father's death spread.

I will be very heartbroken, and will accept the throne only because I, as the 2nd Prince, am an obligated heir.

In any case, I will become King while you will be sentenced to death by guillotine. ”

"You …!" Gerald roared, angry, and attacked his brother.

However, the distance between him and Timothy was too far, so his sword was intercepted by the two Knights who then slashed at him in return, and a sword pierced his calf.

Gerald lost his balance due to a sudden injury and fell to the ground. The guards tightly swarmed him and pinned him to the ground so that he could not move.

“You want to hold a hearing?

Do you think so lowly about me?

I'll tell everyone about what happened!

I'll let everyone know what kind of monster you are!”

“Of course I won't let you do that, brother,” Timothy patiently said.

“Alchemy Workshop has found a medicine named “Forgotten Language”,

it uses poison modulated sand lizards from the southern border and is mixed with milk. After drinking it, you will not be able to make any sound.

Rest assured, you will not feel any pain, but it feels gentle and confusing. If you have to blame someone, then blame our 3rd sister, the genius.

If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have been forced to do this.” Timothy waved his hand at the Knight Commander, who saluted and led Gerald out of the Palace.

The other guards also left so that the last remaining people were Scholar Ansger and Timothy.

“You have done well. When I sit on the throne of Graycastle, I will honor our agreement, but …

but after I saw how miserable my brother is today, I think some provisions should be added to our deal to ensure my safety.”

The scholar's expression immediately changed, "Your Majesty, you mean" "Remain assured, I just don't want to be betrayed."

Timothy took out a small pill from his pocket, “It must have been very heavy for you to handle. Maybe you should take this pill, this pill will dissolve after seven days.

It should have been enough time for me to travel to Valencia, get some sad news and then travel back to Graycastle.

Later, when I become King, you will become the Chief Astrologer as we have agreed, but I do not want others to offer you higher prices.”

"Your Majesty ... You must be joking," Scholar Ansger's face turned pale and his face became sad.

But in the end, he gritted his teeth, and finally swallowed the pill.

“Smart choice.” Timothy said as he nodded in satisfaction,

"You can go."

.......

When the palace was deserted, the prince's face darkened. He grabbed the porcelain that was placed on a small table beside the bed.

Some sounds of porcelain shards could be heard. So, the guards stationed outside immediately rushed in.

"Your Majesty?"

"Get out!" He yelled.

"Yes," the guards quickly lowered their heads and walked out, closing the door behind them.

Shit, this isn't what I planned!

Timothy didn't plan to kill his father.

With the help of Wimbledon III, he only wanted his father to notice Garcia's actions and stop him.

His older brother Prince Gerald, on the other hand, will be a pawn in Timothy's hands. Timothy thought that this plan could not be wrong.

By controlling Gerald's mentor, Scholar Ansger, Timothy can manipulate his brother from the darkness of –

Within the Astrologers Association, Ansger's Scholar status was not high, but when Ansger wrote several letters to Gerald, the first prince was quickly captivated.

All of this went exactly as Timothy had planned. His older brother was strong in battle but he was not good at thinking, but he was still unwilling to give up the throne.

With each letter they exchanged, the Ansger Scholar would raise Gerald's ambitions, guiding him along the path Timothy had prepared.

When the final letter with the astrological prophecy is sent, Timothy secretly returns to the King's side, informing him that the first prince may have come to pressure him into abdication.

There is no doubt that once the matter is confirmed, the King will immediately imprison the prince out of anger or even punish him with the death penalty or exile.

Then, the Wimbledon King had to focus on his other children, and when he saw that Garcia was actively developing his military strength, he would definitely become a second sight destroyer for him.

But .. Who would have thought when Timothy revealed the news, the King would just smile, take out his personal dagger and directly stab his own chest!

Everything happened so quickly that Timothy had no chance to intervene, he could only watch his father die.

He slowly sat down beside the bed. In the first moments after that incident, he thought that this was all just an illusion.

His father's last smile was like a nightmare, causing his hair to stand up. Timothy checked everything over and over again, even examining his father's body, but he was still unable to find a single clue as to why his father killed himself.

He also thought of the idea that it was only a double, but he was unable to find any flaws in the situation before him. Even the remains of his father's old wounds were exactly the same as the one he remembered.

Seeing that Gerald had arrived to see the king, he calmed down. With this he could push the blame for the death of King Wimbledon III to the 1st Prince,

and then he could use his own identity as the 2nd Prince to inherit the throne.

After a smooth coronation, he would no longer be restricted in his own territory. Then, he could mobilize forces throughout the Kingdom to suppress Garcia,

forcing him to hand over the Clear Water Port. The ending seems better than it should be,

but Timothy still felt very uncomfortable ... It was as if he was led by an invisible hand, who was already able to control the noble war over Graycastle, but Timothy himself knew nothing about it. .

However, right now he could do nothing but claim the throne, so he had no choice.

Timothy Wimbledon swore to himself that if he knew who was the cause, he would tell them what happened when they angered a King!