A fine arrow flew toward Jason the instant he crossed the threshold of the courtyard.
Jason tilted his head to dodge.
In a loud sound, the fine arrow buried itself into the doorframe.
The guards shouted, some positioned themselves in front of Jason, while others rushed towards the shadow from which the arrow had been shot.
The assassin was quickly apprehended.
He was a middle-aged man with an average build, a stiff face, and dull, lifeless eyes, showing not a glint of spirit, just like a puppet on strings.
He shook his head, and then, the personal servant made up his mind—
“I must correct Lord Jason’s bad habits.”
Sitting in the chair, “Aymodun III” holding a wine glass, furiously threw the glass to the floor.
The crystal glass shattered instantly.
Crimson wine splashed and spilled in all directions.
The roar of anger reverberated throughout the highest level of Mobius Palace.
The guards stationed outside had grown accustomed to this.
Almost every few days, he would bellow in rage .
At first, there were sycophants who feigned concern and would enter, but after one was cut down with a sword by him, no one dared to enter casually anymore.
“Aymodun III” gasped heavily.
The anger on his face twisted his originally handsome features.
This “Aymodun III” laughed strangely.
“You have finally been affected!”
“The removal of the ‘Bloodline Curse’ has left you so exhausted that you failed to detect the assassin I arranged in advance, nor did you understand his true purpose for appearing.”
“Your perception has become this dull.”
“How much of your strength remains?”
The ruler of the Federation murmured to himself.
The plan he had been orchestrating for decades was about to come to fruition.
He had been waiting for far too long!
Only the final piece remained: Gerard!
Thinking this, he became restless.
The ruler of the Federation rang a bell.
The personal servant walked in.
The servant bowed respectfully.
“Deploy the ground troops.”
“Let them draw all attention from the south.”
“Let those hidden agents all take action!”
“I want to keep Gerard running ragged!”
The ruler of the Federation commanded.
The servant received the order and immediately set things in motion.
Orders were sent to the barracks.
Pigeons soared into the sky.
Secret commands were dispersed in all directions through secret techniques.
War was on the horizon!
Everyone in Golsai felt an oppressive sense of an impending storm.
Passersby rushed about.
Merchants were filled with anxiety.
The new nobility were both excited and fearful.
A myriad of emotions pervaded the capital of the New Federation.
Their emotions rose like steam.
Perceived by “Aymodun III” standing at the highest point of Mobius Palace.
The ruler of the Federation walked to the French windows, overlooking all of Golsai.
“Let everything start from your prison!”
“Those whom you’ve imprisoned, their resentment, will ignite that newly caged fellow, and they will mark the beginning of your downfall!”
Having said this, the ruler of the Federation raised his hand and clenched his fist forcefully in a peculiar ritual.
Only the sound of the wind blowing could be heard.
The ruler of the Federation was taken aback, then clenched his fist again using the special ritual.
But still, nothing happened.
Far from activating, even the constant connection seemed as if it would disappear, becoming faint and elusive.
Subconsciously, the ruler of the Federation changed the ritual.
He intensified the connection with the ‘hidden agents’.
An extremely cold breath of death, traveling through the altered ritual, invaded his senses.
Even before it really approached, “Aymodun III’s” soul shuddered.