Chapter 95

Chapter 95

Krasilov Palace is called the Amber Palace in another word. Rather than simply being decorated with Amber stones, its better understood as being as extravagant as that implies.

At least until the time before the war, the Amber Palace was a luxurious palace, even among the allied kingdoms.

Have you come? (Elizaveta)

At the entrance of the palace, Elizaveta stood with a slightly tense face. She looked carefully at the blood stains on Ivans body before raising his gaze.

Ivan quietly knelt down on one knee. By his side, Pavel and Dmitry also bowed together.

Any injuries? (Elizaveta) The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

None. (Ivan)

Thats fortunate. (Elizaveta)

Theres a palpable sense of relief in her calm words. And why wouldnt there be? The man before her eyes had fought under her command against the strongest elf and then swept away the impure forces of the capital until he fainted.

If he had suffered a fatal injury in the meantime, Elizaveta turned her head, suppressing the dizzying feeling for a moment.

Ill receive a detailed report later. Dont send Dmitri, come yourself. Understood? (Elizaveta)

Yes, Your Highness. (Ivan)

Theres much to say, but not today. Ivan, raise your head. (Elizaveta)

Ivan lifted his bowed head. Elizaveta, who stood in front of him, slightly bowed her waist.

Swish, a hand was placed on his cheek. The warm touch enveloped his dry cheek for a while.

The white fingertips trembled slightly.

Youve been through a lot. Im grateful for bearing your burden. Since the moment we first met until now. Always. (Elizaveta)

Yes, Your Highness. (Ivan)

Now, Ill give you todays final task. Stand up, gentlemen. (Elizaveta)

Elizaveta turned her back towards the palace.

Between the grand stone steps of the Amber Palace, Elizaveta met the grandeur of the palace with a cold gaze.

The guards stood with bowed heads, freezing in place. Since they were all her subordinates, there was no one to obstruct their path.

Follow. Were going to the hall. (Elizaveta)

At her words, Pavels body stiffened.

Seeing his hand twitching involuntarily towards his waist, Ivan slowly lowered his hand and gripped the axe handle.

Whether she sensed his intention or not, Elizaveta continued speaking without turning her head.

Do the guards still resent the king of this country? (Elizaveta)

Yes, Your Highness. (Pavel)

Pavel muttered under his breath.

Even if he swore again to pledge allegiance to Elizaveta and devote himself to the safety of this country.

Even so, Pavels emotions were of a kind that could never be completely relieved. It was natural. His resentment had been festering in isolation in the past.

Its an anger that can never be resolved. All those he cherished had died and were gone long ago.

And Ivan was no different. Sensing Pavels surging emotions, Ivan slowly moved closer to Elizavetas side.

To intervene if Pavel changed his mind at any moment.

The reason I called you all here today was for that. Today, I wont command you guards anymore. Do what you want to do. (Elizaveta)

Strength drained from Ivans hand gripping the axe handle.

And wouldnt it have been gone? He still harbored anger. His rage towards the current king, Kiril, still smoldered like embers in his chest.

But he endured it. He suppressed it, considering it worthless. He deemed it meaningless and let it flow away.

After all, he was nothing more than an outsider in this world. He stifled his belief that he had no right to condemn anyone.

But now, Elizaveta affirmed his heart.

If you seek revenge, do it.

Entering the hall armed, Ivan pondered the princesss words.

Why now?

From the outset, Elizaveta was already the de facto ruler of this country. Since the disappearance of the crown prince, she had firmly grasped leadership and wielded power throughout the capital.

She had once succeeded in a coup. As a result, the king was ousted, all authority transferred to the princess, and the royal family was subjugated under the constitution.

Elizaveta continued to ascend the dais without stopping her steps. No one could stop her. The guards standing in this place simply bowed their heads as if acknowledging an extraordinary event.

The king too, without saying a word, simply gazed at her.

Have you seen? Guards, do you see this person? (Elizaveta)

Standing beside the throne, Elizaveta playfully tapped the crown resting on the kings head.

Do you see someone who has lost not only words, thoughts, and will but also the dignity of a ruler over a million subjects? (Elizaveta)

What happened? (Pavel)

It was Pavel who responded to her words. He was clutching the hilt of his sword with trembling hands. The intense anger seemed to seep from his lips as if he could draw his sword and throw it at any moment.

Its my brothers work. Dont ask when it started. I dont know either. But during the reign of the previous king, he probably wasnt any different. (Elizaveta)

But I remember King Kirils coronation.

Yes, he was walking and talking just fine, wasnt he?

Yes.

Back then, he was already tired of being king. Wouldnt it make sense for my brother to leave the country without regrets now? (Elizaveta)

At her words, Pavel flinched.

Was the king nothing more than a puppet from that time? Was he being manipulated by some trick of the crown prince?

Was the entire country already under the grip of the crown prince?

So, talk of succession battles is laughable. This country has been Alexanders for well over ten years now. So, Im not fighting for succession but for usurpation. Pavel, you can call yourself my senior. As a rebel, youve fought longer than I have. (Elizaveta)

Why reveal this now? (Pavel)

To whom? Who stood by you and fought for you? The military? The nobility? The court? Who would stand by you when they hear this story?

The ambitious ones would want to overthrow this unstable monarchy, and the loyalists of the royal family would hesitate to support the crown prince.

Who could I tell this story to? Dominating the king meant dominating the entire country. This country was undoubtedly Alexanders. It was a fight to reclaim that. That was the past.

So, Ivan, when you said you were leaving, I felt relieved yet saddened. I felt relieved knowing you were finally safe, but saddened that you would leave at the most dangerous moment.

Your Majesty.

Isnt it fortunate that youve returned now? You seem completely unharmed.

Elizaveta smiled gently as she turned away.

So, will you guards do what you intend to do? Will you truly stand by the king of this country and temper your anger? Will you avenge the grudges of the late king and all the heroes of this nation and establish justice?

Pavel bowed his head without answering.

If all the orders given during that time ultimately came from the crown prince, tolerating the old man would just be venting frustration.

Descending from the dais towards Pavel, who gritted his teeth in silence, Elizaveta spoke.

Do you still seek revenge?

Yes, Your Majesty.

So do I. I want revenge on the fool who abandoned everything that this countrys greatest individuals fought for, who left behind the throne obtained at such a high cost.

Elizaveta looked at Ivan.

You seek revenge on the one who swept away everyone you loved to a distant land, and on the one who betrayed everyone who loved you to the jaws of demons. Will you join me?

Ivan met Elizavetas gaze. Longing, anger, self-blame, fear, and perhaps, affection.

Reading the emotions flowing in her eyes, he quietly bowed his head.

Do not plead. Simply command.

Elizaveta raised her gaze to the bowed men before her.

Her eyes burned fiercely. Words that were difficult to express to anyone were now revealing the flaws of the royal family of this country.

Not anymore. Frechenkaya was finally under her domain, and the provincial nobles would soon follow suit.

Alexanders influence had been completely ousted. Now, no one would dare to ignore her authority.

Krasilov would rise again. More grandly than ever before.

She would make it so. She would demand that price. To her husband, to that man who might be anywhere now.

Absolutely.

Beneath the kings silence, the royal family would rise again. So brilliantly that no one could deny it.

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