Chapter 152 - Over

I look at the city of Drallac and hold myself from bombarding this city with all my spells. The reason I want to do it? At least hundreds of corpses are being crucified around the wall, and there is even a corpse on the wall.

What makes matters worse, there is a sign above their head saying 'traitor.'

"That bastard… My lord! We should destroy this accursed city! Look at all those people being killed like that! The anguish of the innocent has cursed this city!"

I agree with my uncle on this one. With my connection with death through my rune, I can sense and hear the crying of the dead. They are crying, cursing, and pleading to be released from their torture.

"I agree. Prepare the siege engine. We will be attacking the city in three hours. Make sure to tell the engineer to work fast. Faster than what they usually did. When they ask the reason, show them this."

"Yes, my lord!"

I look back at the city and hold back my anger. I need to save all my strength for this fight. I cannot waste my magic because of anger. I take a deep breath and walk toward my tent. I cannot stay calm looking at the disgusting sight.

In a few hours, I will end this pointless war.

~Three hours later~

"Fire!"

I order the catapult and trebuchet to fire their ammo and see the Siege Tower slowly approaching the wall of Drallac city.

With the enemy focusing on the Siege Tower that I protect using my magic, I look at Lucina and nod my head. Lucina raises her hand and activates her rune.

After invoking the spell's name, a ball of fire appeared in front of her, and suddenly the ball formed into a torrent of fire. When the fire hits the gate and the wall, it immediately melts the stone and the steel it touches.

I activate my star rune to make the gap Lucina makes larger. Seeing there is an opening, I shout to my troops.

"Charge!"

With my command, all the troops began to march toward the gap we made. This charge is functioning as a two-section attack. At least a thousand troops in the siege tower are already moving first, and with the enemy trying to stop us from getting inside the city, the troops inside the Siege Tower will easily occupy the wall.

"Go! Go! Charges!"

I swung down my spear and cut the head of the knight that tried to stop us. I continue to thrust my spear and continue to push the knight back. When I see the army commander in front of me, I begin to charge at him with my spear in hand.

I keep swinging my spear left and right when I arrive in front of the commander; I stab him right in the neck and see him die with my spear.

I can see the other knight begin to hesitate to attack after they see their commander is dead. Seeing my chance, I shouted.

"Surrender! Your commander is dead! Surrender, and I will spare you! Keep fighting, and we will kill you! Your choice!"

~A few minutes later~

To my surprise, the knights that guard the palace are already surrendering and let us get inside. When I get inside the palace, I can feel the foul energy get inside my body. This is the energy coming from the innocent people that have been torture and killed.

This is their curse to the king.

I continue to follow the foul energy in this castle, and when we arrive in front of the room that looks like the king's bedroom, I can feel the foul energy get stronger. When I open up the door, I can see the king standing there in the middle of the room, bȧrėly able to hold up his sword.

The king's condition is so sad. Instead of looking like a dignified king that releases a noble aura, this king is like a beggar that did not eat for days. He is thin, extremely so. I can see his rib poking out from his oversized clothes. His skin is so pale that I thought he was a standing corpse. His eyes look ready to pop up.

"Getaway! Y-You will not get my crown! You see this! I already nailed it into my skull! kekekeke! You will not get my crown! I'm the king! I'm the god chosen! I will rule forever! You can take my crown! Never!!!"

After saying that, the king destroys the window with his sword and then jumps from the window. I run to the window and see the corpse of the former king is dead on the ground.

I look at my generals and say.

"The war is over. We won. Their king is dead and tells them to surrender. Tell the other lords who still fight in the name of the former king. If they continue to fight, they will be attacked."

There are a few things that I regret in this war. The death of many innocent people, the loss of many good men that fight alongside me, and I cannot kill the king myself to answer his crime.

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|3rd POV|

When the other lord declares the war is over and the king is dead, the people of Drallac city celebrate instead of cursing Isaac for usurping the throne. They see the northern men as heroes who freed them from a tyrant, mad, and horrible ruler.

They already hear about the north and how they are prospering under the leadership of Isaac 'Silver Lion' Lionheart.

Many people cry when they eat the food Isaac gave to them. They cried because it was the first time they ate something in days. They cry when their loved one gets cured by Isaac and the medic he brings with him. They cry because they know that Isaac Lionheart will be their king. Their benevolent king. A king that will create a bright future for them.

The celebration lasts for three days and not only gives the people the food they need, but Isaac also purifies the damned soul in the capital, letting them rest in peace. There is also the problem of the corpse the king stored in his dungeon.

It takes an entire day to give them a proper burial.

However, Isaac's biggest problem right now is his vassal, who appointed him as the new king of a new kingdom.