The Release That Witch
Chapters 45's

On the night of the new moon, the silhouette of Gerald Wimbledon can be seen near the walls of Graycastle City.

After several months of her placement in Hermes ended, she now finally returned, he thought. The long journey left him completely exhausted, but he was still wary of his surroundings. He curbed his horse to stop and gestured for his deputy to leave and asked the situation.

If everything goes according to plan, Scholar Ansger should have replaced all the guards with guards loyal to Gerald. When his deputy signals, the replaced guard will lower the side door of the lift bridge.

Gerald stared wide, and looked ahead, fearing the guards would ignore the signal.

Actually he didn't wait too long, but for Gerald it felt like time was freezing and he had to wait forever. When his eyes were sharp to the breaking point, he finally saw a brief blink in the distance - two short blinks at the bottom of the wall, and then three times over the wall as his answer, he said, it shows that everything is going according to plan. Gerald had to take a deep breath before signaling his troops to advance.

Seeing this, he already believed himself to be only a step away from the throne.

Gerald rode shoulder to shoulder with his deputies through a side door on the wall.

Behind him were more than twenty of his cavalrymen who followed him. No one spoke a word, the only sound that could be heard was the pulling of the reins to move the horse slowly forward.

The City Wall was built from stone from the Fallen Dragon Mountain. Under the torch lighting, the brown and dark red colored stone made the wall look like it was covered with blood. The entire wall was twenty feet wide, and during the construction of the largest wall in the world at that time, over a thousand hard workers, masons and slaves had to die.

In the minds of the people, the city was known as an impenetrable fortress, but now Gerald and his men easily crossed the wall, conquering the city with units from within. Somehow, he had to think of the new Holy City of the Church; would their more ambitious and completely impenetrable walls also collapse from betrayal from within?

"Your Majesty, I've been waiting for you here for a long time." Gerald could hear Ansger's voice through the gate. There, the scholar was already waiting for him with a small army. Seeing Gerald appear, Ansger quickly descended and bowed to bow.

Gerald put away his disturbing thoughts. He might be overzealous, making it impossible to hold back his emotions, but he let his imagination run wild, "You did well! Did you also replace all the palace guards?"

"I was about to leave, but then unexpected problems came up in the plan. Your Silver Knight who had agreed to help was unexpectedly transferred to the south exit three days ago. As of now, we haven't had time to replace the new guard with our guard. "

Gerald frowned, this meant that he could not bring twenty soldiers with him to the palace. Gerald himself would not be stopped, but the guards would never allow these many armed men to enter the Royal Palace.

"Let it pass, divide the team into two halves and come with me to the door of the Palace. Keep the door under good guard and don't let any outsiders stand in my way" he hesitated for a moment to make up his mind. . Although his plans had changed, the situation was still under his control. Normally at night the guard would stand outside his father's room, but as long as one could distract them for a moment, he would definitely slash them with his sword.

In the city.

Everything looked the same as when he left. Even though he was now walking through the city at night, he could still recognize each street. This is his territory, no doubt. Everyone jumped off his horse and marched forward quickly towards the palace. When they arrived at the door, more than twenty of his soldiers spread out according to the new plan, hiding outside the palace. It was just as Ansger had said, except the guards were surprised why the Prince wanted to talk to the King late at night. However, after hearing Gerald's bluff about having to discuss important matters, they immediately opened the door and let him in.

After all, he was the King's eldest son and the first heir to the throne.

Ansger and Gerald went together through the gardens and halls of the Palace. In front of the Palace is the residence of Wimbledon III. Ansger lifted his torch and waved side by side with him. Immediately after, a guard emerged from the shadows and knelt on one leg, pleading, "Your Majesty, please come with me."

Gerald became annoyed, he smelled blood.

Didn't Ansger say that they had replaced all the palace guards? He looked through the shadow of the fire and saw the man well, he was indeed a familiar person - a knight who supported Gerald in fighting over the throne. This gives him a little peace of mind.

"That happened last night, Your Honor. His Majesty had summoned a servant tonight, but he came right at the turn of the guards." the others replied, "Be assured that we have handled the situation well."

He called a maid? His father had not touched a woman for a long time - since the death of his mother. Gerald was a little surprised, but now he did not have time to involve himself in such a trivial matter. So, he nodded and said nothing more about it, and instead went to the castle, followed by his bodyguards.

Even with his eyes closed, Gerald could find his way through the castle. He has lived here for over twenty years. Where there is a secret passage, where there is a secret door. However, the purpose of this trip was to persuade his father to give up the throne to him without bloodshed. So secretly sneaking into the palace was meaningless, he had to get rid of the guards stationed outside his father's room. Then, he could let his father fully understand the situation, so that they could sit down and talk seriously about the ownership of the right to inheritance.

If he can't convince her ...

Gerald Wimbledon took a deep breath and motioned his hand to his followers to stop, then pulled out his greatsword and took it in his hand.

At the end of the corridor was a bronze door, which was the only entrance to the Palace. The door to the bedroom was at the end of the corridor behind the bronze door. Normally two or three guards would be stationed here, but this would be the first time in the history of the Palace that the entrance to the King's bedroom was not protected.

Gerald first opened the door enough just for a small crack, then he entered with his side of the shoulder , it quickly entered the room and took a combat-ready position with its sword - but inside the room it was completely silent, and no one spoke. At the same time, a strong smell of blood entered his nose.

A foreboding thought flashed through his mind. Then, he immediately ran towards his father's room.

There, Gerald saw an astounding sight.

His father Wimbledon III was sitting on his bed wearing only a nightgown, and his upper body was leaning on a pillow. His robe opened, and on his chest was caught by the handle of the sword. Blood dripped down his stomach and soaked the blanket.

Standing next to his father was actually his older brother, Timothy Wimbledon.

"How ...... how is this possible?" Gerald stood in place, very surprised.

"Just like you, Brother," Timothy sighed, "I really don't want to do it."

He clapped his hands, and a large number of armored warriors quickly entered the room, surrounding Gerald, "This is a chess game and I want to finish it according to the rules. Brother, do you know why I can't? If you have to blame someone, blame Third Brother; from the start he had no intention of following the rules, but of course ... You did. Otherwise, why would you rush back to King City after hearing the prediction of Scholar Ansger? , if you don't come, I will really be helpless. "

"Ansger!"

Gerald gritted his teeth and looked at Ansger angrily. Out of fear, Scholar Ansger stepped back. Raising his hand he said, "I didn't lie to you when I said 'The Star of Apocalypse has begun its arrival. It metaphorically hunts down all those who have drifted away from the right path, but it also has the meaning of destruction. "

Gerald now understood completely. From the very beginning, he had fallen into a well-designed trap. The stench of blood in front of the castle might not have been left behind by a maid, but rather her Silver Knight who was removed instead of being moved as they said. However, his greatest despair was that the Scholar Ansger, who had cared for him for over a decade and had taught him to read and write, eventually chose a second prince - like his father.

"Timothy Wimbledon," He was a son like Gerald himself, but only Timothy got all the attention from their father. He obtained the best territory allocated to him, so it was completely unexpected that he was the one who would attack first! "You are the devil of hell! "

For a moment, anger flashed in Timothy's eyes, but it soon vanished "Do you think? Brother, if you can't change our father's choice, do you really intend to stop there and return? Don't fool yourself . "

TN: I turned Astrologer Ansger into Scholar Ansger