Viscount Dugal was a highly respected noble lord in the west of the empire.
He is over forty years old this year, with a solid but lean body, a accomplished swordsman, and he is the best.
After listening to the story of Marquis Cavani, he stepped into the night party with the noble lord.
However, the nobles are all thinking wildly and dare not jump to conclusions.
That's because there is no evidence. They can't push the responsibility to the emperor, and they can't let it go.
Therefore, it was not decided to call an emergency meeting in which all the nobles on their side were present.
"Chew, frustrating."
He roared in dissatisfaction and was about to leave the meeting room.
It was unlikely that the emperor or a few neutral nobles would welcome him, regardless of whether he was destined to be killed.
"I have nothing to talk to these milk-drinking fools. I should go see Duke Butler and discuss things with him."
When Du "157" Gal was distracted, the carriage he was riding in had already entered an alley outside.
"Huh? Where are you taking me?"
This was not the way to his house, and they turned into an unfamiliar alley.
Dugal tried to talk to the driver.
Before the carriage stopped, the driver told him, "Get out of the car."
Dugal got out of the carriage, but saw a man he didn't know: "You are not my driver!
His carriage was always driven by the same man, but the man standing before him was not that man.
"Hehe, if you only find out now, you are more retarded than I thought."
The driver's face was a face he had never seen before.
"Are you an assassin sent by the emperor?" Dugal asked.
The young man smiled faintly and nodded, he pulled out his sword and looked at Dugal: "Well, it can be said so.
Seeing the man's reaction, Dugal realized that the young man in front of him was not an assassin sent by the emperor.
"who are you?"
If you assassinate nobles in the capital, once you are caught, you will be executed. Does the empire have other forces?
Dugal tried to assess his opponent.
The man was unlikely to tell Dugal what he wanted so easily, and Gal was not a talkative person.
"Might as well cut off an arm and a leg and interrogate him," thought Dugal.
The man might be strong, or one of those cowards who would just run away, but Dugal was confident he wouldn't lose a one-on-one fight.
In addition, he is escorted by two expert knights.
As soon as he got off the carriage, the guard knight drew his sword.
"We will make you regret this act before our Lord," said one of the knights.
"Are you sure?" the assassin asked.
"call!"
The guard knights who wanted to rush towards the young man covered their chests that seemed to be in pain, and fell to the ground.
Dark red blood flowed down their noses and mouths.
Dugal took a step back, his heart began to feel a sharp pain.
"Pfft, poisoned... what's wrong with you?"
"I sprayed the poison in the wagon," said the assassin.
"This coward!"
Viscount Dugal gritted his teeth and drew out his sword.
But the moment he pulled out the sword, the pain became even more unbearable, and his body, betraying his will, fell to the floor.
"Even if I die, I will never forgive you."
Dugal fell to the ground, vomiting blood continuously, and died a few seconds later.
The boy's face was cold: "What a surprise."
Dugal's body is filled with venom made from the blood of a monster called a harpy, a technique commonly used by assassins.
This poison is mainly used to assassinate knights because it spreads much faster on creatures that can use slave energy.
The poison was usually spread on daggers or in food and drink, but young men sprayed it on wagons.
"It's so easy..." The young man mumbling to himself dropped something next to Dugal's body, and then disappeared into the darkness.
Ripples hit the capital again the day before, just after the death of Marquis Cavani.
Overnight, several nobles and nobles of the emperor died.
Naturally, the two sides turned over.
They went out to find the culprit and found clues that they thought the culprit left behind, which was different from the case of Marquis Cavani.
Clues are generally small and suspicious objects, such as velvet textiles used by the imperial army, or handkerchiefs sold in shops in nearby noble houses.
However, the two parties, who were already suspicious of each other, were busy accusing each other instead of looking for reliable clues.
"He's trying to kill us all."
"Yes, but there is no exact clue, but it is certain that the same person did it.
The manor outside the Nemesis....
Many people are aware of the gathering of noble figures.
They severely condemned the call to assassinate the Emperor and called on the Federation to act.
"Duke Butler, what do you think of this matter?"
Seats on the top floor of the conference room.
Sitting there was an old man with white hair and sharp eyes.
He is the man named Duke Butler who represents the nobility.
He is a huge force in the west. Hearing the news of Marquis Cavani, he went straight to the capital.
The man who had been listening to them quietly, finally decided to speak, because the nobles wanted to hear his opinion.
"Is this really what the emperor did?" Butler asked.
"Yes, so far, all the clues we have found point to the emperor, and this is the emperor's masterpiece."
The words came from a young nobleman named Cardiff, who thought the Emperor was quite cunning.
But he knew the emperor, and he would never do such a stupid thing as leaving evidence.
However, no matter how dark Emperor Rudolph was, not all emperor nobles were like him.
Many of the emperor's nobles are nothing but ants with the highest loyalty to the emperor.
There's a good chance these worms are doing a poor job of gaining the emperor advantage.
No matter what the reason is, if such a speculation is true, then the responsibility will eventually fall on the head emperor.
"Marquis Meyers, what do you think about this?" Butler asked.
Meyers, who was sitting opposite Duke Butler, opened his mouth. "I'm a bit unsure, but things shouldn't be like this anymore, first of all, I think we should have minimum security measures?"
The Marquess of Meyers, who came to the capital before the Duke of Butler, insisted that the nobles should unite.
"So, are you proposing rebellion?"
The word "rebellion", uttered from the mouth of Duke Butler, made the faces of all the nobles present stiffen.
The word has such a heavy meaning.
"Instead of a rebellion, let us show the Emperor that we are united and ask him to punish those who were behind this incident [and transfer some of the Emperor's powers to the Reichstag.
In other words, it's a demonstration.
In fact, the nobles also knew very well that they would not win easily if they confronted the emperor head-on.
In any case, the emperor's army and the emperor's knights are always above the nobles.
