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Everyone had a mouth full of complaints after the Baymardians took over.

Sure.

The person placed on the throne did have his faction and was from their empire, but it wasn't as grand as the other princes' factions. Their anger stemmed from the fact that it wasn't their prince who was placed on the throne!

When everyone recalled the situation this past year, everyone couldn't help feeling humiliated. 

Since last year when the zombie virus erupted, they immediately ordered for the Capital to be sealed up when they got word. At least not until their healers found a cure. Follow current s on novelenglish.net . fire(.)nᴇt

But suddenly, the Capital's gates were forced open by these foreigners who spoke Roma. 

At first, their shrewd monarch denied access, asking them to pay him for trespassing before he agreed for them to begin treatment in the Capital.

But these Baymardians didn't care about his rants, throwing him in his own dungeon wheel rushing to treat all the people in the Capital. 

They were swift and direct, taking their place as a powerful force to be reckoned with. The most incredible thing was that they also had several allied nations in Romain. 

Everyone thought these Baymardiand would leave after months and months of taking care of the Zombie virus.

However, this past summer, they suddenly sprung up with the bright idea of kicking their monarch off the throne for good and putting their own person up. 

All this time, they had been observing these strange Baymardians, while sending hundreds of assassins to take out their leaders, as well as their chosen monarch, Prince Benvolio D'avant.

A majority of assassins didn't return with those who made it back claiming the Baymardians had eyes behind their heads.

It just made no sense why they were also spotted no matter how hard they tried to hide. 

Look... isn't that sorcery? Isn't that the devil's gift? 

Of course, they knew these Baymardians could never stay here for long. So from time to time, they sent smaller groups to stir troubles, wanting to see how competent the Baymardians were at handling things.

Though their numbers have reduced, are they still as powerful as they were on day one? Or are they faking it and putting up a front to deceive them? 

All these were questions they had to know. 

Thus, some of them did send smaller groups to the Baymardians trying to stir troubles and estimate their strength and response time.

Slowly, they began feeling these bloody Baymardians weren't as powerful as they seemed earlier.

"Yes! That's right, Lord Ichabod! We have to act fast before the spring-up reinforcements from their native lands."

"So what if their weapons are strong? Many of them have already returned to their empire. And with our clear advantage in number, we have a greater chance at winning this thing once and for all!"

One of the esteemed nobles combed his hands through his beard thoughtfully. The old man was from the first son, the Crown Prince Tarquitio D'avant's faction.

He has been planning for the crown prince to take over for years. Now, you tell him all his plans were for naught? Think again. 

"Gentlemen... although we all belong to different factions, we must come together to defeat the common enemy. I believe you all know individually, we won't be able to take them down."

"My prince has agreed to work with your princes to get the job done."

Many at the table stared at each other, nodding tactfully. 

"Lord Gerard speaks with wisdom. Against foreigners, we must unite. For if we cannot address the root cause of our anxiety, we may miss this window of opportunity to strike!"

"Agreed."

"Agreed."

"Agreed."

"Agreed."

The two men seated at the table belonging to the crown prince's faction smiled. 

The rain seems to cause an outburst of heavy emotions in the capital. Yet, the men suddenly felt as though a ray of sunshine had cleared their foggy minds. 

As for their previous monarch locked up in his own dungeon... please! After driving the enemy, they will fight one another and ensure their chosen princes sit on the throne before freeing the ex-monarch. 

Don't blame them for being cruel. After what they suffered at the hands of these Baymardians, they dared not waste this golden opportunity to pull their chosen princes higher. 

"Good... Good... for all we know, the event might have backup coming over. We must attack before the month runs out... we must especially be careful about the one called -Warden."

"Right!" 

All factions agreed, feeling a shiver crawl up their spines.

Never have they seen such a domineering woman who made grown men wet themselves. 

Who can tell them why that woman was so strong? 

The woman's figure was sexy, yet imposing at the same time. She always had an oversized official coat that flared heroically whenever she moved. 

They didn't want to admit it, but many secretly wanted to be dominated by her.

If Landon had to be honest, Warden Samantha looked and acted more like Miss Balalaika in Black Lagoon. 

She carried a certain charm, deadly yet enticing for those around her. 

These arrogant nobles thought only weak, soft ladies could make them breathless. But it was only after seeing warden Samantha, that they realized how attractive a strong and cold woman could be.

Nevertheless, they dared not voice their opinions, especially after their wives kept badmouthing Warden Samantha everywhere. 

Women are not supposed to fight like men! Only barbaric women did such things. 

At least, that was how it seemed earlier. But as time went on, several women turned into her fans.

Alas... 

The men sighed, secretly thinking it would be a pity to kill such a seductive woman. But who asked her to be their enemy? 

A man has to do what a man has to do. 

All threats must be eradicated from the root. 

Like so, the men concluded their secret meeting. However, they were the only ones making plans.

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-Knighthood Academy-

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"So, they've finally decided to act?"

A man in black nodded calmly at the dashing youngster lazily leaning on a wall. "Yes, young master. Before the month's end, they will move."

The youngster grinned wickedly. "Good. Let them do all the fighting. We will only step in after the last man stands."

He, Vitonio Helting, has waited for this day for a long time.