Chapter 227

Chapter 227: It’s Time for Me to Claim Everything (1)

“The Young Lord has arrived!”

“The position of the Second Young Lord has been secured!”

“Reports indicate the Third Young Lord has just entered the castle!”

“The Fourth Young Lord is expected to arrive soon...”

“The Fifth Young Lord...”

Amelia frowned as her subordinates reported the situation in real time.

“He certainly fathered a disgustingly large number of children.”

Amelia and her subordinates were currently gathered in a mansion near the lord’s castle.

Today marked the occasion of a grand banquet. It was a day when the heirs of the estate and its key figures would all gather.

For this reason, Amelia had chosen today as the day for her decisive move—a chance to eliminate any who might resist her.

However, the sheer number of children her father had sired made it a daunting task to monitor them all. Naturally, this situation was driving her to irritation.

Clicking her tongue as she furrowed her brow, Amelia turned to Bernarf and asked, “What about Ghislain’s movements?”

“The last report indicated he was enjoying the banquet with the other heirs across the estates.”

“Hmph, I suppose he feels quite relaxed now that he has plenty of food and land.”

Thanks to Ghislain, Amelia had managed to secure a massive stockpile of food. She had followed his seemingly reckless plan, despite anticipating losses, and that gamble had paid off spectacularly.

Still, she hadn’t been able to determine whether Ghislain’s success was purely due to luck or actual skill.

After all, the idea of predicting the weather and stockpiling food seemed absurd. The intention behind the stockpile must have been something else entirely.

That said, his move to start a war during the drought had been brilliant. If he had lost, it would have spelled disaster, but his swift victory had turned the tables.

‘That part, at least, was skill. I have to admit it.’

Looking at what he had gained, it was clear he wasn’t someone to be underestimated.

‘The Runestone, the iron ore—those are mine. They were always meant to be mine.’

Once she secured Raypold, she knew she’d inevitably have to confront Ghislain. To achieve her goals, she needed what he had.

She had to obtain them before Harold could, ensuring her path to the next step.

For that reason, Amelia had been paying close attention to Ghislain’s movements ever since he claimed the Cabaldi County.

“Still, I have to admit he’s done me a favor in some ways.”

Although Ghislain’s actions had caused her some losses, the benefits she reaped thanks to him were significant.

Ghislain had inflicted substantial damage on Harold as well, allowing Amelia to seize authority and plan her rebellion at the moment of her choosing.

“And it feels great to see Harold suffer.”

A cold smile spread across her lips.

After all, she intended to suppress all of them eventually. With Ghislain and Harold weakening each other through their conflict, things couldn’t have turned out better for her.

‘Anyone who gets in my way will be crushed by force.’

To claim the Raypold estate, Amelia had prepared extensively for today’s decisive operation.

She brushed aside thoughts of Ghislain and Harold for now and turned to Bernarf.

“What about the other retainers?”

“There are no issues. We’ve secured their positions and are also monitoring their families.”

“Good. Then all we need to do is wait for the right time. Everything is ready, correct?”

Bernarf was the first to bow his head and respond.

“The escort knights and soldiers are fully prepared.”

Next, a middle-aged man with a cold demeanor, clad in a gray robe, bowed his head.

“We’re ready.”

This man was Caleb, the leader of the Wildcat Smuggling Syndicate, who had previously attacked Ghislain.

“Our boys are ready too!”

A burly and intimidating man grinned widely as he spoke loudly.

This was Vulcan, a notorious bandit once feared across the North and known as the “Ruthless Butcher.” He carried a massive iron club and took twisted pleasure in beating people to death with it.

Conrad, the leader of the Actium Merchant Guild, was next to bow his head.

“Our merchant guild’s armed forces are ready as well.”

Several other leaders of various factions followed suit, bowing their heads to signal their readiness.

“No, it’s nothing.”

Yes, those words... truly meant nothing at all.

Creak...

The doors to the hall where they were gathered slowly opened, and the head maid who served Amelia entered.

“M-my lady...”

Her voice trembled as she spoke. The weight of countless gazes bearing down on her made it hard to breathe.

The head maid had encountered many nobles and knights in her lifetime, but she had never seen people as fearsome as those gathered here tonight.

Some were tidy, others unkempt. Some looked brutish, while others exuded an eerie calm.

Despite their outward differences, their eyes all bore the same expression:

a resolute determination to drench this estate in blood tonight.

The head maid closed her eyes tightly and addressed Amelia, who sat at the most prominent seat of honor. Her voice still quivered.

“The banquet... has begun.”

At those words, Amelia slowly opened her eyes.

Having steeled herself completely, her voice emerged, chillingly cold.

“Refined honor, immortal loyalty, familial glory, and blood ties—these have all lost their meaning within me. From now on, I will act solely for my cause. Before that, neither rank nor virtue matters, neither the good nor the wicked, nor even the systems and customs that uphold this world.”

After taking a moment to catch her breath, she gazed at everyone around her and continued.

“Any being that stands in my way will be broken, killed, and burned. Mark my words: from this moment on, my cause is the only justice, and it is the sole purpose for which you must stake your lives.”

To fight against absurdity, one must become absurd. Amelia had decided to become a monster herself.

She would trample everything and remake the world into the one she desired.

Even if it meant burning the entire kingdom to ashes.

Hearing her unyielding resolve, Bernarf lowered himself onto one knee and spoke.

“I will follow you to the end, my lady.”

At that, everyone else in the room also dropped to one knee and declared in unison.

“We will follow you to the end!”

Amelia’s eyes shone fiercely as she looked at them.

With a voice filled with unwavering conviction, she declared the beginning of the grand endeavor.

“Now, it is time for me to claim everything.”

* * *

Nyaaang.

A sleek, gray cat named Bastet treaded through the deep darkness, making its way toward the Lord’s Castle of Raypold.

The people on the streets hurriedly stepped aside with fearful faces whenever Bastet passed by.

It wasn’t the cat that frightened them—it was the people following behind it that struck fear into their hearts.

Nyaaang.

With each step the cat took, the number of followers grew. Some joined from where they stood in the streets, while others emerged from mansions along the way.

Their attire varied widely. Some were cloaked in gray robes, others were dressed like bandits, and still others appeared to be knights and soldiers in proper uniforms, equipped for battle.

With every new follower, the number of torches illuminating the night streets also increased.

What started as a small group steadily swelled until it had grown into a gathering of several hundred.

At the forefront of this crowd, leading them all, was none other than Amelia.

The cat, which had been walking proudly ahead, stopped when it reached the Lord’s Castle and rubbed its face affectionately against its master’s leg.

“Stop right there!”

The guard captain stationed at the front of the Lord’s Castle shouted loudly.

Today was the day of an important banquet. No troops could move without prior approval.

But the sudden appearance of such a large force left the guard captain baffled.

‘What is this? How did such a large force gather so close to the Lord’s Castle? What were the watchmen doing?’

There hadn’t been a single report from the city’s watchmen, even as this sizable group approached the castle gates. The air was undeniably tense. Something was clearly amiss.

The guard captain, suppressing his growing anxiety, addressed the person standing at the forefront of the group.

“My lady, aside from a minimal escort, armed forces are not permitted inside the castle. Please disband your troops and proceed to the banquet.”

Amelia did not respond to his request. Instead, with a graceful motion, she extended her hand forward and spoke a single word.

“Remove them.”