An hour later, when the last of the resisters collapsed in a pool of blood, the curtain came down on the short but effective siege.

Watching the knights and soldiers loyal to his family being brutally killed by the enemy one by one, Baron Marais, who had served as a high-ranking official in the kingdom's army, trembled slightly.

Of course, he did not feel fear, but because of unwillingness, anger and shame.

He originally believed that the reason why the enemy did not attack immediately was that he was not sure that he could take the heavily defended military fortress in a short period of time, so he adopted the strategy of besieging but not attacking.

But now, Taser slapped him in the mouth with practical actions, and his face was about to swell.

His previously self-righteous targeted defense strategy was as ridiculous as a clown in the eyes of his opponents.

But these are not the most important, the most important thing is that he understands that the family that has been inherited for more than 300 years will end in his own generation.

Judging from the merciless killing of those strange soldiers, it is not difficult to judge that this time there will be no aristocratic privileges, let alone the payment of fines to pardon capital crimes.

"Ah, good afternoon, Your Excellency. I'm afraid you didn't expect us to meet so soon, did you?"

Isolt stepped onto a blood-soaked red carpet into the room, her tone full of ridicule and sarcasm.

Although he himself was not very interested in politics and was only involved in the service of his master, he unconsciously began to like this feeling of manipulating the fate of others, especially those who thought they were going to drive from the clouds into the abyss.

"It's you, it's you, what are you and Vilia trying to do, are you going to wipe out our nobles?"

Before Baron Marais could speak, the court nobles on the side, who were already about to be frightened and incontinent, couldn't help but jump out first and accuse loudly.

Although he has been trying to show his aristocratic demeanor that is not afraid of danger, his two trembling legs betray his truest state of mind at the moment.

No one is not afraid of death!

Not many people will remain calm in the face of death!

Anyone who is able to do this either has great ideals, harsh revenge, and a resolute character that is unmoved by anything outside.

Obviously, the nobles of the court were far from being able to do this, so the posturing looked very funny.

"Kill all the nobles? No, she and I only want to take back some of the nobles' privileges. It has always been because of your greed for land, wealth and power. In the more than 700 years since the establishment of the kingdom, you have become accustomed to the high position, forgetting why your ancestors raised their armies and why they conquered this rich land. Her Majesty has only carried out a little reform and led the country out of the predicament, and you can't help but jump out, and even unite with foreign forces to try to subvert the royal power. Excuse me, if you were the king, what would you do to such a traitor?"

Isolt showed no mercy at all, and directly tore her face and pointed to the core of the contradiction between the two sides.

"No! It's not us who is wrong! It's you! If it weren't for you damn guy who put that woman on the throne, the whole country would still be the way it was. The nobles of the court snarled in annoyance.

"Hahahaha! If I hadn't put Vilia on the throne, the kingdom would have perished long ago. All of you, the so-called nobles, will be uprooted and exterminated by Kerrwin. Your land will be confiscated, your property will be rewarded to the madmen who have done great things, and your wives, lovers, and daughters will become the instruments of their desires. Remember, idiot, times have changed, and everything is no longer as slow as before. It won't be long before the continent will be plunged into endless wars. Either adapt to the new rules or be knocked out by the rolling torrent. Now, I declare, you have been eliminated. Come on, send them back to the royal capital, Her Majesty needs a public execution to announce to the world that the time of nobility is over......"

With that, Isolt beckoned to the spirit soldiers who were waiting.

Without saying a word, the latter rushed up and broke the hands and feet of the court nobles, and forcibly removed his chin to prevent him from committing suicide halfway if he could not bear the humiliation.

Baron Marais, by contrast, was much calmer, raised his head and asked in a self-deprecating tone, "Our family members will be arrested and executed one by one, right?"

"Yes, do you have any last words you'd like to say?" Tesser replied with a complicated expression.

Since both of them were from the military, they had a lot of experience working together, and even admired each other a little, so he didn't speak ill of each other.

"No, no. Since I have failed, I have to bear the responsibility for failure. There is nothing wrong with the winner, only the loser is wrong, and this truth has been understood since the first year after I joined the army. Don't worry, I'm not going to kill myself, and I'm not going to do anything stupid. I am a realistic person who is willing to accept the arrangement of fate. ”

Baron Marais was quite unscrupulous, unsheathed his sword on the spot and threw it aside, standing still waiting to be taken away by the spirit soldiers.

"Interesting, if I'm not mistaken, you seem to be very good at military affairs, so why would you give up your great future and take part in this impossible rebellion?" asked Isolt with interest.

Baron Marais smiled and spread his hands: "No way! You should know where my family fief is, and I have been allied with those families who have started rebellions for generations. If I refuse to join, then they will force me through all sorts of means. From the very beginning, I had no choice, what else could I do but fight to the death?"

"Involuntarily? To be honest, I'm starting to feel sorry for you. If you hadn't planned to capture Tillsburg and cut off the royal capital's water transportation line, I might have been able to fight for a chance for you. But now ......"

Speaking of this, Isolt shook her head helplessly, and the meaning of her words was self-evident.

As mentioned earlier, there is always someone responsible for the war, and since the victor cannot make mistakes, the loser must bear all the responsibility for this.

Neither of the two masterminds can be pardoned.

Vilia needed to use their heads to give an account to the people of the capital, and also to give a warning to the nobles who were still on the sidelines.

"It's a bit of a pity! I'm looking forward to seeing it with my own eyes, and even participating in the endless wars in the future, and leaving my name in history with one victory after another. Unfortunately, there are no ifs in the world, and maybe it's a good choice to die just like that. Promise me to be quick when you kill my family and don't let them suffer too much......"

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