This Holy Knight is So Despicable!
Chapter 375 - 316: Prince? You’re the one I’ll kill!

Chapter 375: Chapter 316: Prince? You’re the one I’ll kill!

In the dungeon, Prince Michael sat dazedly among the straw, his eyes hollow and lifeless.

Even the sound of the cell door opening did not elicit any reaction from him.

It was only when the footsteps drew near and finally stopped in front of him that he lifted his head to look at the figure before him.

"Heh, so it is you."

Lette smiled slightly, "Who else could it be but me?"

Michael lowered his head again, appearing unwilling to engage in conversation.

Lette didn’t mind, waving his hand, as two elves brought over a chair.

Lette sat down with ease, grinning as he looked at his counterpart.

"The once mighty Prince of Martial Arts of the First Empire, now reduced to a prisoner, how does it feel?"

Yesterday’s battle, where the Unicorn Knight Army of the elves, with only a thousand troops, routed the empire’s twenty thousand cavalry, ending in a chaotic retreat.

As they fled, they crashed into their own infantry formation, allowing the following Unicorn Knight Army to easily cut through the formation seven times.

With their coordination, one might think the twenty thousand Empire cavalry had directly defected.

This grassland battle indisputably ended with a rout for the empire.

And this Unicorn Knight Army of a thousand, in the end, only occupied one of the cities.

Then, they dismounted and planted various magic plants on the city walls and surrounding areas.

Soon, the neighboring cities were also forced to surrender.

Thus, ten cities were taken by a mere thousand elf cavalry.

As for this prince, he was captured at the start by Emily and became an esteemed prisoner.

To achieve such a spectacular feat with just a thousand soldiers, it’s believed that no one will be able to break this record for a long time.

And this Prince Michael, known for war and command, will forever be remembered as a laughingstock and negative example by the world.

"What do you intend to do next?"

The prince glared at Lette resentfully, "Destroy the First Empire completely? Is that the intent of the Holy City? Or is this the will of Lady Goddess?"

"Don’t act like you’re the victim here, Prince."

Lette received a ledger from the elf beside him and flipped through it noisily, "The guild controlled by your family has been buying magic scrolls, alchemy potions, magic rune weapons, and other goods from the elves at ridiculously low prices.

Then, they sell them at high prices, earning huge profits.

To maintain this high-profit exploitation, you’ve even eliminated other trade groups willing to deal fairly with the elves.

And I received news from the black market: in the chain of selling elf slaves, your family and your merchant guild are significant sources.

Countless innocent elf clan girls have perished in this vile chain.

More tragically, some elf girls still live, suffering various tortures in an endlessly painful life without relief.

What face do you have here, putting on the victim’s act?

Why is it that only you can benefit and profit, but as soon as you’re harmed, it’s an injustice to the world?

So, nobles and royalty like you are the disgusting ones.

Like slugs crawling in the shadows of an uncleaned latrine.

Even the wicked refuse to acknowledge you as one of them; you’re scum, a degenerate, a pit of humanity.

Rest assured, I’ve already made arrangements with the Demon Realm.

They’ll come for you before the Death God and take you to where you truly belong.

But trash like you, in Hell, you’d not even qualify to be a demon, just a waste soul tortured and drained for magic power."

Lette threw the ledger in front of the prince, who stared at the thick stack of evidence as if drained of all strength, collapsing to the ground with a thud.

Then, as if realizing something, he struggled to sit up.

"My son! What about my son, Bander?"

"Oh, he’s dead."

"What! You! You killed him?"

"He was caught and tried to escape, only to be shot dead by a guard’s arrow."

Lette spoke without emotion, as though recounting a trivial incident.

"You bastards! He’s a member of the First Empire’s royal family! How dare you! We have immunity!"

Lette raised an eyebrow, "You don’t seriously think your so-called royal and noble standing is truly honorable, do you?

Do you, do you, do you!

Do you truly believe your life is worth more, that you deserve special privileges, born different from others?

Well, no wonder.

Then your son’s death was deserved.

Because when he was imprisoned, he was defiant.

The guards specifically told him not to escape, that it would result in a death sentence. Stay put and there might be a chance to live, but escape means death, it’s the same for everyone.

Yet, that kid still attempted to escape!

Probably thought his so-called royal blood offered the immunity you spoke of?

The result was, he was shot dead with a single arrow, buried immediately after.

The elf guard who shot him was rewarded for preventing an escape.

Yes, it was a deserved reward, not even an extra or special one."

Lette’s eyes were full of disdain, as if looking at an idiot.

"However, since you like your title of prince so much, I’ll be merciful and give you a chance to die with dignity, maximizing the effect of your princely status."

Lette snapped his fingers, signaling to the two elves beside him, "Take him to the execution ground!"

"What are you doing? You have no right to judge me! I’m a prince! I’m the prince of the First Empire!"

Michael shouted angrily and fearfully, but was tied up with vines by the elves and carried out like a bundle.

Lette followed behind with his hands behind his back, speaking softly.

"Did you think the moat built with power and position could save your pathetic life?

Some people have been playing with the rules they set for themselves for so long, they believe everyone must follow their rules.

Wake up, you’re just a fool amusing yourself.

The boring rules and unwritten rules devised by you and your cohorts are not the truth of the world either.

They’re just dirty dealings and mutual cover-ups.

Completely meaningless."

Prince Michael screamed in terror as he realized, seeing Lette’s calm yet murderous face.

It’s useless!

This man, three and a half years ago, personally orchestrated the Blood colored Holy Arrival Day!

That was on the Holy Presence Square in the Holy City, before representatives of all world nations and races, including the entire high command of the Holy Light Church, and even the Holy Light Goddess herself.

He judged, sentenced, and executed hundreds, cleansing the Holy Presence Square in blood and following his own path!

Lette, known as the Holy Sin of the Holy Light Church, Saint Wright.

Outside the dungeon on the temporary execution ground, crowds gathered.

The prince clearly saw that almost all envoys of the Holy Countries were gathered at the forefront of the execution ground.

They watched anxiously and excitedly as Michael was led to the guillotine, kneeling before them.

As if waiting for the signal of a grand feast to commence!

"A new era has arrived."

Saint Wright said, raising the Sin Light in his hand without any hesitation or superfluous words.

With a sudden sway, he directly executed Prince Michael.

Holding the blood-stained Holy Sword, he pointed towards the direction of the Imperial Capital and shouted loudly.

"Go, take what you desire.

In the name of the Holy Light."