Chapter 208 Deadly Remonstration

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The King was still furious. “Is that something you can talk about? Do you know that you’ve committed an unpardonable crime? II Kamari harbors no rebellious intentions; your accusations against a royal prince constitute slander and falsehood. For such a crime, the penalty is death. Your life is so dispensable, but do you think the lives of your entire family, the Langley family, are also dispensable?”

Queen Mother did not speak. Her expression did not even change. She just stared at Isolde.

Isolde was indeed a little timid when she admitted that she should be punished for her crimes and that she had implicated her family.

In his previous life, the King had long sensed Kamari’s ambition. He had been biding his time because Kamari was his cousin. Their family could not have any conflicts; this was their ancestors’ last teaching.

Isolde’s mind raced. She knew the furious King might truly kill her. However, she had not yet avenged her deep vendetta. Having been reborn, her purpose was to seek revenge against Margaret and William.

Seeing that she seemed to intend to retreat, the King said coldly, “I can forgive you for the sake of your grandfather, but I’ll remove your title of County Princess. You’re not allowed to step into the palace in the future. This is the price for your recklessness!”

The price… Revenge will be repaid in the next life. If death can awaken the King and make him send troops, my death will be worthwhile. Revenge was very important, but as a general, Isolde had more important things to do.

In her previous life, when Oliver was conferred the title of Marquis of Brackenfell, he had once told the soldiers that once they joined the army, their bodies would not be their own for the rest of their lives. When needed, their flesh and blood would block the enemy, protecting the empire’s lands and people until their last drop of blood flowed.

At that time, Isolde had no righteousness in her heart and only wanted to protect her husband. However, after hearing Oliver’s words, the wish of a foolish girl to be a chivalrous swordsman, a dream she’d harbored since childhood, resurfaced in her heart.

When she heard Oliver’s words, all the blood in her body boiled. It was the same now.

I’m willing to risk it all! thought Isolde.

She immediately raised her head, and a tragic and fierce light shone in her eyes. “Your Majesty, I am willing to bear any consequences. Should the King rise in rebellion, the price you and the people of Zloimond would have to pay would be far more brutal and irreversible.”

“You…” The King did not expect her to be so stubborn. In his anger, he felt it inappropriate to argue with her. Thinking of his relationship with Garrett, he waved his hand and said angrily, “Forget it. I won’t lower myself to your level. Let’s go.”

With that, he stood up.

Isolde was extremely disappointed when she saw that the King did not waver. She suddenly stood up and widened her eyes. “In the spring of the eighteenth year of your reign, the King rose in rebellion. He led his forces from Zloimond all the way to Torstel. Along the way, he massacred thirty thousand civilians. Upon reaching Torstel before the arrival of reinforcements, the magistrate and the citizens fought bravely against the rebels. In a fit of rage, Kamari slaughtered half the city, burning over three thousand houses. For three days, Torstel was turned into a hell on earth, with fires raging unceasingly. More than half the population was killed or wounded, and the mutilated bodies of women and children piled up high. It was ten days later that reinforcements finally arrived. The general leading the troops, Lucas, brought thirty thousand men to engage the rebels in Torstel. However, they were ambushed early on, resulting in severe injuries to Kong Changan and the loss of more than ten thousand soldiers. This failed to halt the advance of the King’s rebel forces…”

“Shut up!” When the King heard such accusations, he was furious and immediately called out, “Guards! Remove her from my presence!”

Footsteps sounded outside the door. A moment later, the guards came in and stopped Isolde.

Isolde spoke with a red glare in her eyes. She grabbed one of the guards by the neck and kicked another in the chest, then continued to shout hoarsely. “In the winter of the eighteenth year of your reign, the rebel forces arrived at Evergem, captured it, and killed five thousand civilians. Those who dared to resist were beheaded and their heads displayed on the city walls. In no time, the outside of Evergem was festooned with the heads of loyal subjects and patriots. You appointed Harrison as the commander, leading fifty thousand troops to engage in combat outside Evergem. Harrison was valiant and managed to scatter the King’s rebel forces. However, these scattered troops quickly regrouped and continued to recruit along the way, swelling the ranks of the Zloimond forces to over seventy thousand. This civil war lasted for more than two years. Although the Royal Court claimed that only twenty thousand civilians and soldiers were killed or wounded, those who participated in the battle know the extent of the massacre committed by the King against the people of the empire.”

Isolde’s voice grew hoarse from shouting. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she released the guard and snatched his sword, pressing it against her own neck. With a look of profound anger and grief directed at the King, she declared, “Oliver was loyal to the country, and I am his betrothed. We should have defended the empire together. If my death can awaken you, Your Majesty, and make you realize that your foolish fraternal affection is misplaced, then perhaps you will seize the opportunity to strike the King while his forces are weakened. Prevent that tragedy from occurring, and I will find peace in the afterlife!”

Having said this, she resolutely swung the sword across her own neck. With this stroke, she knew her life would end. She had not avenged the great wrongs of her past life, nor had she repaid the kindnesses of this one. Though unwilling, all she hoped for was that it would be worthwhile.

Something sliced through the air and struck her wrist. She felt a sudden weakness in her wrist, and the sword clanged to the ground. It bounced once and landed on the upper side of her shoe, slicing through the satin. This was an extraordinarily sharp sword, capable of cutting through anything easily.

The King was stunned, his eyes fixed on Isolde. The rage that had filled him began to dissipate, replaced by a look of confusion. Especially since Isolde was just a fragile woman, yet she had managed to quickly overpower his two trained guards.

Naturally, what shocked him most were the things she had said, which couldn’t have been fabricated on the spot. The idea of appointing Lucas had only fleetingly crossed his mind; he hadn’t mentioned it to anyone, not even to Queen Mother.

And just now, if it hadn’t been for Queen Mother’s intervention, Isolde would have already died by the sword. If it weren’t an urgent situation, why would she risk her life to remonstrate with me? The King raised his hand, signaling the guards to withdraw and close the door behind them.

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Isolde knelt on the ground once more, her body weak and trembling uncontrollably. This was a slight relaxation after extreme tension. She was afraid of death, really afraid of it. She feared dying without any purpose.

“Mother!” After a long silence, the King turned sideways and looked at Queen Dowager, who had been calm. “Do you think what she said is possible?”

Queen Mother reached out and swept the dust from her knees. The dark red brushed past the silky silk. In fact, there was no dust at all. She just did not want anyone to see the killing intent flashing in her eyes.

“If you believe her, then nothing she says will happen. If you don’t…,” Queen Mother slowly raised her head and looked at the King. “Then everything she says will come true.”

The King was shocked. “Mother… you knew about this long ago?”

“He’s your younger brother. I can’t say much. Everything depends on the King’s decision,” Queen Dowager said slowly.

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