The New Civilization of Witches

Chapter 72: Holding the court as King

Timothy Wimbledon sat on the throne, rubbing the staff in his hands while facing the ministers within the ranks.

It is a feeling that I struggle with, he thought, rather than being held in Valencia, where I have to keep an eye on the endless tangle between traders, who are only fighting for their own profit.

He stopped the swipe of the stick, and began to knock its tip on the floor, letting it sound in the hall. When all eyes were on him, he nodded and ordered,

"You can start."

"Your Majesty, I have something important to report."

The first to step was Knight Weimar, who was nicknamed

"Sir Ironheart,"

the one in charge of everything related to the defense of King City.

"Speak."

"Can the witch hunt be temporarily halted?"

Your Majesty, the recent attacks have become even more excessive! I heard that yesterday, some women were taken out of their homes, arrested, and then attacked in the basement.

One of them even died while in prison! Lately it turns out that none of them are really witches!

Panic has broken out outside the city. If it continues like this, I fear there will be many fugitives.”

Timothy frowned, it was he who ordered the witch hunt. He still cannot uncover the truth about his father's death, and still does not believe that his father will kill himself.

His father's strange smile on his face before he killed himself caused him to feel extremely creepy.

His father wore the God's Stone of Retaliation of the highest quality, henceforth the Church had also made sure that the stone was genuine, but this did not mean that there were no witches involved.

Even if his theory was strange, he had no better theory than the ones plotted by the witches.

He looked towards Langley, his attendant and pawn in training who was in charge of the raid. The last one immediately stood up and said,

"Your Majesty, it was just an accident, and I have severely punished the relevant personnel,"

he started to break his fingers,

"sipir, castellan, and guards have been given ten lashes and have been fined twenty-five silver royals.”

"One woman was killed and three others were brutally tortured, and do you think some slashes and some money would be enough to compensate?"

sir Weimar asked in a cold voice,

“And who gives you the right to judge?

Is it former Prime Minister Vic or Justice Minister Lord Padro? ”

“Your Majesty! We're currently facing incredible times, so I have to act quickly,"

Langley pleaded not guilty and knelt down,

"When ignoring some minor setbacks, the raids have shown great success.

We have captured at least fifteen witches hiding in King City and now they are being tortured,

so you will soon be able to find out if your father – did not, I mean, if they have been plotting a conspiracy.”

Timothy glared at him, idiot, you almost told everyone about our true intentions.

While the ministers standing in this hall were most likely already guessing that he was the real mastermind behind the plot, but the outside world was only allowed to know his version, instead,

where Prince Gerald killed the King, this point is not allowed to be overthrown. .

"Fifteen witches?"

Mr. Steelheart sneered with disdain,

“Well, it looks like King City has become a magician fortress. A few years ago the Church had started a witch hunt in the forest east of King City,

but they can only catch six witches. It seems that your people are much stronger than the people of the Church herself.”

"You…!"

Langley shouted loudly but was immediately interrupted by Timothy.

"Enough!" Langley's a real fool, though,

just like any other fool under my control, thought Timothy, who was annoyed that no one had the skills.

If he didn't need it at the beginning for the throne battle, he wouldn't have promoted this fool.

Even if you want to take fake credit, don't make up numbers that are hard to believe. I fear these 15 women will have to face the same treatment as the unlucky commoners.

He did not want to involve the Church, but at the moment he did not see any other way, so he ordered, he said,

“You will go to Church, and pay a priest to come, so that he can confirm the identity of these fifteen women. .

Until then, stop the torture. After that you will let the Pastor confirm every woman you catch!

If later I hear that you guys are not following my orders, I will throw you into the city ditch to feed the fish!”

"Eh, yes, Your Majesty." Langley asserted,

"I'll follow your orders soon!"

After Langley left the hall, Timothy turned his head towards the finance minister, looking at the,

“If anyone else had been harmed along with the previous three people, they would each get three gold royals.

"he stopped," a few times.

"As you wish." Ministerial

Finances while nodding assented.

"Your Majesty is very kind." Praising Sir Weimar while saluting the Prince.

"The next question." Timothy waited for a while, but when he saw that no one had anything, he said,

"Since no one has any new problems, I'll start with my own problems."

He looked at the Minister of Diplomacy,

"Yoshua 'Sir Bullet,' had been one month since the withdrawal order was issued, but no one had returned to King City. Tell me, what news do you want to tell me?”

Sir Bullet came from the Flynn Family and held his position for thirty years. He had gray hair, an old face, and was already standing on one foot inside the grave.

She cleared her throat, “Your Majesty, your third sister Garcia Wimbledon has not replied.

Your 4th brother Roland Wimbledon has answered. The letter said that, when his people are safe at the end of the Demon Moon, he will consider returning.”.

"Then what else?" timothy asked, annoyed.

"He delivered the letter to Prince Timothy and not King Timothy."

Timothy could not help but sneer loudly in disdain. He was as stupid as before, a desperate brother.

He thought, If you intend to return, you will take instructions from me as your new King. I will give you a good place to live, like your spoiled prince.

If you don't come back, you won't get an easy death. It will be the same as playing chess, whatever you do, I will have the right answer.

"Leave it, then" Timothy nonchalantly waved his hand,

"What happened to my fifth sister?"

"Your Majesty, he .. has gone." replied Sir Bullet embarrassedly. Hearing this reply Timothy asked puzzledly

“What? What do you mean by 'she's gone'?”

“He was the first to promise to return, but a week later His Majesty disappeared from the palace where he lived, along with his butler and two servants.

I've arranged for the staff to find him, but they still haven't found his whereabouts. ”

What does this mean?

In vain, he just needed to believe me! Timothy felt that his heart was filled with pain, he had set high expectations for his sister; he wished he could be her adjutant.

After all, while growing up, Tilly had always appeared to be extremely astute, and her appearance was even more dazzling than hers.

He only lost his place as Crown Prince because he was a girl.

At first, Timothy had a very good impression of him when looking at the arrangements made by his father; it was very clear that the King did not want Tilly to get involved in this storm.

Therefore, he gave him the Silver City, which was near King City and had an ordinary business environment without the possibility to train troops.

But who could have guessed that he would run away?

Is this a choice made by a wise man?

“Now that he is gone, the former Master must take over Silver City once again. You should also let the search continue,

I cannot allow others with noble blood to roam among ordinary people. ”

He gritted his teeth, trying to suppress his raging emotions,

"Well, until now, only my 3rd sister had refused to comply?"

"Yes, Your Majesty," replied Sir Bullet.

“Because he is so stubborn, we have to take rude action,”

timothy said as he looked at Prime Minister Vic.

To start a war, the Prime Minister and the King must agree to it.

Since he was his biggest supporter, getting his approval would not be a problem, either,

"I'll let Duke Ryan guard the Southern Border and force Garcia to hand over the Port of Clearwater and escort him back to King City."

Sure enough, Marquis Vic replied,

“This is not to be delayed, please give the war order, so that the Foreign Minister can carry out the order.”

Timothy was satisfied. At the moment he wanted to order the secretary to write the manufacturing order, hasty footsteps sounded from outside the hall.

Then, with an explosive sound, the door opened and a Knight dressed in blue-striped robes walked into the hall. Timothy immediately recognized him, he was

"Cold Wind Knights"

The famous Naim Moor. He walked straight into the middle of the hall, knelt down and said,

"Your Majesty, I have just received news from the south," he gasped for breath and his voice was clearly anxious,

"Your brother Garcia Wimbledon, just five days old, defeated Duke Ryan's army and has occupied Eagle City! …

She had also declared herself the Queen of Clearwater, and all the Lords of the South had responded and declared their territory as independent!”