The Regressed Mercenary’s Machinations

As soon as the Royal Knight Commander entered the grand hall, he frowned.

He had rushed in with his knights after receiving reports of a commotion, but it seemed he had arrived too late.

‘Tsk. We should have blocked the mercenaries from entering in the first place.’

A chancellor, dead with an axe buried in his forehead inside the royal palace?

Such a thing was beyond imagination.

Until now, the Royal Knights had never interfered in political matters, leaving everything to the ministers. It was not their place to judge such affairs.

But because they had stayed out of it, this had happened.

How could they still call this place a royal palace?

This was no different from bandits invading and causing havoc.

It was clear that lunatics had barged in.

The ministers, upon seeing the knights, scurried behind them, making a ruckus.

“That lawless mercenary has killed the chancellor…!”

“A mercenary claiming to be the king’s proxy? This is insanity!”

“The king is mad! Arrest them all at once!”

The Knight Commander finally spoke.

In a way, this made things easier.

If the king had truly lost his mind to the extent of giving a mercenary political power, then removing him would not be difficult.

Marquis Falkenheim would take care of the remaining trash.

The commander issued his order.

“Arrest them immediately. If they resist—kill them.”

But then—

“...Huh?”

The commander blinked.

His gaze fell upon the knights behind Ghislain.

They were clearly knights from Count Nodehill’s forces, judging by the crest on their armor.@@novelbin@@

However, some of their faces were strangely familiar.

1. Submit, and he would let them live—but their mana cores would be destroyed.
2. Swear loyalty to Count Nodehill, and keep their mana intact.