Chapter 48

The waiting time is long.

The spread of rumors is swift.

After Tielrante released a kingdom minister as a negotiator, the news of the students' riot in the central square of the Royal Central Academy spread throughout the kingdom's nobility circle.

The first group to receive the news were the noble guards waiting outside the academy gates.

When their masters were in danger, their first reaction was to come to their rescue.

They could not leave their masters in peril; if anything went wrong, it would be their dereliction of duty, and they would lose the trust of their masters' families and be abandoned.

Having been in the circle of noble masters for a long time, the guards had some communication among themselves.

Once the news of the incident in the academy square spread, after a brief chaos, the familiar guards formed a simple consultation.

They chose to forcefully break into the academy.

Someone took the lead, and more and more noble guards began to follow the trend.

At this point, whether to act or not had become a matter of attitude.

The academy's guards were powerless to stop them, or perhaps their minds were no longer on this issue.

After hearing about the incident in the academy, their thoughts went blank because they could not imagine how a lively festival like the ones before could suddenly turn into this.

They did not believe it, but the news came from a kingdom minister who had fled the academy in disarray not long ago.

He had no reason to lie in such a ridiculous manner.

While the guards were still digesting the news, the noble guards outside the gate had already made up their minds.

By the time they realized, it was too late.

The curtain of turmoil seemed to be fully drawn at this moment.

"Tielrante."

Somewhere behind the festival stage, a student's steps were somewhat hurried. Upon seeing Tielrante's figure, his anxious face relaxed.

"Angelo, what happened?"

Seeing his friend's worried expression, Tielrante frowned slightly, sensing an ominous feeling.

Angelo came to his side, looked around cautiously, and then leaned in to say seriously, "I just received an important message. The guards of the nobles outside the academy suddenly stormed in. It seems the news has completely leaked. They are now confronting our people outside. A violent conflict is likely to break out soon. What should we do now? We need your decision!"

After listening to his friend's report, Tielrante's breathing became heavy, and his eyes narrowed like a sharp sword.

"Tielrante!"

Seeing his silence, Angelo called out to him anxiously.

Tielrante waved to stop his call and turned to him, saying, "Angelo, tell me, if we need to achieve this, is it worth sacrificing everything?"

"What's wrong with you? Tielrante, are you regretting it?"

Angelo calmed down and looked at him, puzzled by his sudden words.

Tielrante shook his head and said firmly, "No, I don't regret it."

"Then why say these things? When we decided to do this, didn't we already sacrifice everything?"

"Angelo—" Tielrante's eyes suddenly turned to the distant figure of the headmaster, Ambowit, who was standing with his eyes closed. "The headmaster doesn't approve of our actions this time."

"The headmaster?"

Angelo followed his gaze to Ambowit, his face tense. He was Tielrante's best friend, and they knew many secrets about each other. He also knew the wisdom and greatness behind the old man.

"Tielrante, perhaps we cannot match the headmaster in wisdom, but the headmaster is not a prophet. The world is full of unforeseen events and miracles."

Angelo took out a gold coin from his pocket and placed it in his palm.

"Tielrante, do you know whether this gold coin will land heads or tails?"

Seeing his friend's action, Tielrante laughed lightly and took the gold coin from his hand, saying, "Thank you, Angelo."

Angelo shook his head and said, "You don't need to thank me. You bear a heavy burden that we cannot feel, but we also have the responsibility to help you reduce that burden."

"Angelo, do you know? I've been thinking, if we fail, what will be our fate, and what will be the future of this country?" Tielrante said softly, "We might be branded as a disgrace in history, our descendants will be ashamed, and we will only be able to prove our correctness when this country falls."

He patted his shoulder, his face bitter.

"At this moment, we have already walked down a path of no return. Since that's the case, even if we fail, we must make the world remember this event deeply. Only blood can strongly awaken people immersed in false prosperity. Only blood! can fully proclaim our will!"

"Angelo!"

"Here!"

"I am now giving the order. All those who obstruct us, release the swords in our hands!"

"But—" Angelo paused, saying, "The members confronting the noble guards may not withstand their assault."

"At this moment, it's time for some people to make their appearance." Tielrante smiled lightly and said to a guard hidden in a black robe, "I need your help now."

"This time, it will probably be a feast of blood."

The voice of the black-robed person was hoarse and low, the first time he spoke.

"I know."

Tielrante looked up, closed his eyes.

"Isn't this a good thing for you?"

"As you wish."

After saying that, the black-robed person left with another companion, disappearing from sight.

"Angelo." After they left, Tielrante suddenly said, "After those people are dealt with, withdraw everyone to the square. I think we will soon receive a reply from His Majesty the King."

"Yes!" Angelo nodded, looking around at the remaining black-robed people and cautiously said, "Tielrante, is this really okay?"

"Don't worry, it's fine." Tielrante said in a low voice, "We need them, and they need us."

"I don't trust them." Angelo said seriously, "When they approached us for cooperation, it was probably not that simple."

"I know." Tielrante sighed lightly, "But now, only they can help us."

He knew their background and why the person behind them was willing to help them.

He needed the throne, and he needed to save this kingdom.