The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 893 - 463: Start Making the Soul of Darkness

Chapter 893: Chapter 463: Start Making the Soul of Darkness

Alsace Kingdom, within the summer palace of Henry VII, faced with stacks of documents that reproached him and even the majority of the nobles in the country who subtly accused him, Henry VII, in a fit of anger, knocked over all the documents on the desk, terrifying several court servants and lower-ranked noble youths beside him who dared not speak.

Henry VII was extremely annoyed. "The deeds of Asrostedanli, even I am unaware of the specific details! Initially, I only knew that they joined forces with a witch and three Knight Marquises to behead that bastard Ivita. How could I know that Asrostedanli would be even more despicable than Ivita, foolish enough to employ Black Death minions?"

"I once thought he was a reliable man, but it turns out, he’s just a fool, a fool."

"I just need to bribe a few opportunistic Red Bishops, and then at the next Pope’s meeting, I could have the majority of the Red Bishops on our side, forcing the Pope to make a decision. But he even failed to assassinate Ivita and let someone obtain direct evidence, damn it."

Henry VII picked up a letter from a noble within the country advising him to mind the international image and not to utilize the Black Death, provoking other nations. But these sincerely meant words were so irritating to Henry VII at that moment. "Such great insolence! How dare a subject advise the King, do they think I’m just a peddler selling furs and silks? Just a viscount, prepare me a copy of all the domestic nobles who have advised me at this time; these people are all traitorous subjects, none can be trusted, none!"

Everyone around him was too scared, none daring to speak up.

But watching Henry VII grow increasingly angry, wildly gesturing and stomping, was not solving anything.

A courtly noble youth with some blush on his face and silk stockings on, timidly said to the King, "Your Majesty, please take care of yourself, do not let unworthy people upset you. You need to calm down."

Henry VII looked up, glanced at the comically dressed courtly noble youth; he actually disliked this style of dress, but each kingdom’s court had its own etiquette and styles, so he didn’t forcibly change these court servants’ styles of dress.

Henry VII forced a smile, staring at the young noble who reminded him, pretending to have regained his composure. "Norde Howard, you are from the Howard family. Not bad, you care about your King. I remember your father is Earl Howard of the court, right?"

Norde Howard’s face showed sheer joy. These court nobles, having only a title but no lands, thus relied heavily on the King and best if they could earn the King’s favor.

Seeing himself catching the eye of Henry VII, Norde Howard was extremely thrilled. Norde said to Henry VII, "My father is Jane Howard, he is in charge of managing your wardrobe in the court, my King. He often tells me, serving a powerful monarch like you requires attentiveness and patience, requires..."

Someone pushed open the door to King Henry VII’s study.

Upon seeing the visitor, Henry VII immediately smiled, and without even looking at Howard, he casually waved his hand, gesturing for him to be quiet and step back, as Henry VII greeted the newcomer, his eldest son Jalen. "Jalen, you’re finally here."

Jalen was tall, physically robust, but his eyes were filled with profound wisdom and ambition.

Jalen immediately said to Henry VII, "Father, now is not the time to talk about this. You’re so confused. Do you think after such a big incident, you can still sit here in peace?"

"The matter of using the Black Death has already become a major issue in the Magic Black Forest that has united the nations against us."

"There must be an explanation for this."

Henry VII was bewildered, "Are you saying..."

Jalen firmly responded, "Yes, I’m saying we should push out the head of the Imperial Guards. His background is too unclean. Just dig up a little of his dark past, and nobody will let him live."

"But... we owe our position on the throne to him." Henry VII hesitated.

Jalen argued, "That kind of person, always robbing Peter to pay Paul. He has so many issues that every morning when he wakes up, he worries about his secrets getting unearthed. Even without us, that viper would harm himself eventually; we are just hastening the process."

"Those who live in darkness will one day perish by intrigue."

"No one is a fool; some lies and schemes may go unnoticed at the time, but eventually, someone will notice them. As time passes, everyone will know what he truly is. That’s why the methods of our head of the Imperial Guards are gradually becoming ineffective."

Henry VII nodded. "Then you go and handle it. After all, I still share a bond of monarch and subject with him. I won’t know anything."

Just as they had agreed on their plan, and the surrounding court nobles trembled at the conversation, those from the Imperial Guards even thinking of finding an opportunity to inform him, the doors of the study were once again pushed open—surprisingly by a sweat-drenched Asrostedanli.

Asrostedanli was a robust man, having originally come from underground boxing, good performance there earning him recognition from Ivita’s father, thus gradually rising to his current position, his body still bearing the scars of being whipped in his youth.