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Chapter 735 - 735 735 The Furious King

735: Chapter 735: The Furious King 735: Chapter 735: The Furious King The King who received the same message, was by now unable to contain the fury on his face.

How could he have ever imagined that his eldest son would be so ruthless as to brutally murder his own brother without care for family ties?

If only he had made some attempt to conceal it, letting Oro die on the battlefield, the King would not have been so furious.

But to capture him and then order his execution, that completely crossed his bottom line.

Fratricide was deplorable anywhere, even if the brothers were in opposition.

“Good, very good, I never thought he would dare to do such a thing.”

The King was so angry that his chest heaved with breaths, and his eyes began to turn red.

Even if the second son rebelled, the King himself had never considered killing him.

At most, he would let the two brothers fight each other, and after a result emerged, he would step in and arrest them both.

The second son would be imprisoned, and the eldest would lose the chance to become King, along with the support of the Lords.

What he didn’t expect was that by being one step too slow, things had developed to this point.

Balola was also shocked, and although she had little affection for her two younger brothers, she never expected the eldest to be so foolish.

After all, he was always aiming for the throne.

No matter what, even a fool has his limits.

To do such a thing was practically begging for a swift death.

Killing his brother would worsen his reputation, which is very detrimental to rule.

The key issue was not this, but that the Prince had disregarded the objections of the other nobles and stubbornly executed Bo Yan.

After all, overtly, Bo Yan was simply led into rebellion by the second Prince for the interests of the Lords, and naturally, those Lords and nobles were opposed to executing him.

Usually, the response would be to strip him of his title, allowing his son to inherit, or to downgrade the inheritance.

That was their consistent style, but who could have expected that he would actually execute Bo Yan.

Not only that, but afterwards, the Prince immediately arrested Bo Yan’s entire family and ordered that his territory be given to another man under his command.

This had completely broken the rules and even encroached upon the King’s authority.

It should be known, revoking a Lord’s title and bestowing a new one is a power reserved for the King.

The King suddenly looked at Balola and then sighed, “Go, bring Sikell back for me.

I want to ask him in person what he was thinking and how he could lay a hand on his own brother.”

Balola sighed; she knew that nothing she said now would make a difference.

And to arrest the Prince, she indeed was the best candidate.

After all, in terms of status, she was equal to the Great Prince, and others might be suspected of overstepping their bounds.

“Alright, I’ll leave at once,” Balola, upon receiving the order, set off immediately.

Since the front-line army was not too far away, she quickly caught up with them.

Then the army hastened their march and quickly arrived in the region controlled by Sikell.

“Please come in, we have been waiting for your arrival for a long time.

As for the Great Prince, I do not know what he has done, he seems mad.”

Upon arrival, the locals came out to welcome Balola.

Balola nodded her head, not saying much, and quickly dispatched people to thoroughly investigate the surroundings to ensure her safety.

The local nobles didn’t seem to mind; this behavior was far better than that of the two Princes before.

And if he continued forward, he would encounter the areas firmly controlled by the Prince’s loyalists, where a battle would surely be necessary.

At this moment, the Prince had also received the news, and his face turned quite ugly.

“To think that Father has sent my elder sister to capture me, what exactly is he thinking?

I am, after all, a contributor to his cause.”

He had initially imagined that he would return to the Royal Capital triumphantly with his troops, and then the King, upon seeing his growth, would joyfully pass on the throne to him.

But before he could even return, an order to capture him had been issued.

As for his younger brother, that one was a rebel, and he certainly didn’t think his father would be angry on his behalf.

“No, that territory is under my control, how did Balola get there?”

“Prince, it’s said that the Lords in the south have all rebelled.”

“What?

Why has this happened?

Where is Coruas?

What is that fellow doing?

Summon him to me.”

Coruas was the bridge for communication between him and the other noble Lords, as his own men seemed rather unskilled in this regard.

Yet today, Coruas was inexplicably absent, which puzzled him.

“Well, Marquis said he’s not feeling well and asked that no one disturb him.”

“Forget it, with Balola, that brute, we can take her down by ourselves.”

Sikell didn’t care at all about his elder sister.

In his eyes, Balola was merely someone with decent personal strength, just an Advanced Warrior; he had countless underlings of that caliber.

Meanwhile, Coruas, who had feigned sickness, had actually stealthily left with his men.

Since those around were all his own people, no one informed the Prince of this.

Indeed, all the nobles and Lords had now become his own men.

Except for a few die-hard loyalists of the Prince, but they were just a handful in number.

Together, they easily deceived those few.

Even some had already defected, as they could see the Prince’s once-great influence waning.

Or rather, any king who has lost the support of Lords and nobles is utterly doomed, not to mention that the Prince was just that—a Prince who had not yet ascended to the King’s throne.

Unbeknownst to the Prince, nobles and Lords had already left one by one, taking their troops with them.

A Prince who couldn’t secure their interests would receive no support from them.

Coruas also took this opportunity to completely sever ties with the Prince.

Far from feeling regret, Coruas was actually relieved; continuing down the same path would surely lead to no good end.

Such developments had occurred in the camp, and the Prince was utterly oblivious to them.

The next day, the first battle at the front lines broke out.

Balola personally led the charge, and the opposing army collapsed almost immediately upon impact.

“To think they would choose field battle over defending from their city, what were they thinking?” After capturing the enemy, Balola still felt that the battle was too easy, as if she was living a dream.

After such a long war, had these fellows not improved at all?

It was Balola’s first time on the battlefield as well, yet why did it seem like her performance far surpassed the opponent’s?

“Princess, you should be more careful.

Don’t take to the field yourself next time.”

The people beside her watched speechlessly.

Although Balola had already reached the pinnacle of an Advanced Warrior, she was not yet a Great Knight.