Chapter 367

Late at night, after a short walk, the Duke Granitz sat quietly in his study, lost in thought. He was recalling his recent conversation with Owen de Gate Mora, who had visited him urgently. The negotiation with the demon remnants was urgent, and they had demanded that all members of the leadership be present. The Duke was hesitant to join forces with the demons, but he knew that if they didn't, they risked being exposed to the empire and destroyed. He was faced with a difficult decision: die at the hands of the empire or take the risk of joining forces with dangerous enemies. However, he already had a feeling that the revolution had failed the moment the demons reached out to him. "If the revolution failed, then it failed. If we join forces with the enemies of humanity and succeed, we cannot guarantee the future, so it is a failure. No matter where we go, failure is inevitable. 'Is there no other way?' According to Owen, a considerable number of the leadership are welcoming this situation with open arms. Is this really a situation to be happy about because it adds strength? Duke Granitz felt a terrible sense of unease. Has the revolution failed? No, was it possible to succeed in the first place? Factions were formed internally, disputes arose, Orbis-class members gained power over non-Orbis-class members, and internal political fights became commonplace and were now accepted as such. A very old revolutionary organization that had never carried out a revolution. Could this group, which had been rotting away internally without a revolution and only growing in size, really carry out a revolution? '....' Duke Granitz left his office and walked down the hallway. No matter how much he thought about it, the conclusion had already been reached. Even if he did not agree, the organization had already made a decision. Being part of an organization means that there are times when you have to follow even if it goes against your will. This is one of those times. 'What the hell does that have to do with anything!' A sharp voice pierced the Duke's ears as he walked down the hallway lost in thought. He thought it was Temple who had returned, but it was his daughter. 'Nunui told you not to hang out with those lowlifes. But now you're bringing them over and having a drinking party? If this gets out...' 'What if it does?' The Duke sighed as he listened to the argument between mother and daughter, as if it were a familiar occurrence. If he wasn't such a light sleeper, he wouldn't even be walking around the house. The Duke's daughter hated the house, but she had a difficult time falling asleep anywhere else. 'You may not think it's good now, but don't you know this will leave a scar on you? Do you have to experience it yourself to regret it? Stop going to the temple right now and come home! Whether you take a nun's class or call a private tutor, your mother will take care of it.' 'Ha. If I'm going to live like my mother, I don't even want to live. I'd rather live like this with commoners. I don't want to live like a person just to live like my mother.' The Duke stood still in the hallway, unable to intervene or turn away from the conversation he was overhearing from afar. Although the servants were strictly monitored, those who knew knew that the Duke of Granitz was a mess. 'Are you going to run away and marry a commoner like your father?' 'Do you think I'm going to do that? If I run away, it's not to marry a commoner, it's to get away from my mother.' The daughter's sarcastic tone became even colder in response to the cool voice of the Duchess. 'What...did you say?' " -"Dad, you never got what you wanted. But why is Mom forcing me to live like her when she's not even happy?"

-"What, what are you saying to your mother...?"

The conflict between the mother and daughter has been ongoing and intensifying as the daughter rebels against her mother's wishes for her to live a certain way. The Duke feels like a mess and unable to intervene. The daughter expresses her desire to live like a commoner and not be forced to attend a nun's class or get a private tutor. The Duke overhears their argument and feels helpless. Translation:

Assembling in one place without any particular reason is already a suspicious event for those who occupy various positions in society. Therefore, unless it is a matter of great importance, the general assembly where all the leaders gather is not called. This is the first one since the Orbis class closure incident. The meeting place is not in the imperial palace, but in one of the merchant guild branches located in the southern part of the continent. It was disguised as a gathering of investors in the southern trade business of the merchant guild. Although the Demon King said that he could prepare as many escort troops as he wanted, it was impossible. Duke Grants only moved with trustworthy knight aristocrats and family magicians. Although it was a small number, Duke Grants thought that he could not confront the demon's minions if they had different intentions, but he could get out with only this small number. One of the merchant guild branches located in the outskirts of Rajein, the capital of the Levaina Kingdom in the southern part of the empire. They chose a quiet place because an overly flashy and central location could attract attention. The merchant guild master naturally searched for the location. Duke Grants, who arrived at the conference room, could see many people who had already arrived. They were people from all walks of life, including nobles, high-ranking officials, writers, and scholars, regardless of their origin. The Demon King had not yet arrived. Although the meeting was not held frequently, if it were an ordinary day, they could exchange greetings to some extent, even if it was not very friendly. But it was not now. They were preparing to meet with the Demon King, who had turned the entire continent upside down. Everyone had anxiety, expectation, fear, and a little bit of meeting on their faces, so no one opened their mouths recklessly. The guards could not come here. However, everyone was sure to have at least one teleport scroll for emergency escape. After all the leaders gathered at 5:00 p.m. Granitz Duke felt a little strange. Owen de Gatmora, the merchant guild master, was not there. He was not a leader, but he was a senior official in charge of the revolutionary forces' funding. Also, he had contacted the Demon King's minions directly, so he had to be here as a contact person. The sense of discomfort soon revealed what it was. "Grrrrrr!" A sound that should not be heard in the human world began to be heard. "What is this...?" One by one, they stood up from their seats and began to look out the window. "Flash!" "Flash!" Light reflected on the square, and something began to appear one by one. Ogres, orcs, goblins, imps, and many demons were appearing simultaneously. Many demons with red ears and eyes were arriving through space teleportation, surrounded by light. "They are demons!" "Are they really going to attack?" They came to negotiate, but were they planning to attack? Demons who arrived through teleportation began to rush to attack the merchant guild branch, which was the conference room. This is an outskirt of the city where they cannot receive help from the guards. Even if the guards were to arrive as quickly as possible, the fight would already be over. Someone shouted, "Let's run away!" and everyone took out their teleportation scrolls as they had prepared an escape plan for emergencies. However, the scrolls did not work, and someone murmured that space teleportation was blocked. The leaders decided to fight and break through the blockade. The demons appeared and attacked, but the leaders were able to defeat them with their elite troops. The Duke felt uneasy as he noticed that the demons seemed to be brainwashed and that there were people in black clothes wielding swords in the darkness. They were able to defeat the demons and veteran knights with ease. The Duke of Grants was able to find a familiar face among the people in black clothes, Shanioline Tana. The guards were quickly defeated and the people in black clothes entered the conference room one by one. Shanioline calmly stated that the Empire knew of their existence and that Owen de Gate Mora had deceived them. The attack by the demons was just a cover-up for their true intentions. The revolutionary organization would now be under the management of the Empire and the leader of the Merchant Guild would become the leader of the next revolution. Shanioline ordered for all of the knights to be killed without leaving any evidence.