The Release That Witch

The Release That Witch
Chapters 46's


"..." - ".Gerald didn't know how to answer. The only thing he had to do was drag his own brother to hell with him. However, after some time he calmed down and asked, "Do you think you can get rid of me by telling me your lies?"


"removed you? No, that's not going to help me at all, brother. I'm powerless, I have to do it." Timothy's tone of voice remained calm, as if merely stating a fact, "If I have honored father and waited five years, I fear I will have to face the pirate fleet of 3rd brother. You know what he's been doing lately, don't you? "


Gerald shook his head and felt a piercing pain in his heart as he realized how great the distance between himself and the 2nd brother was. She remembered that her brother was very smart from an early age but was not good at riding, shooting or fighting . As long as he had the chance to give Timothy a slash, he could chop off his head - "He formed his own army, brother. Really, I admire him. He even started to set it up before dad ordered to fight for it. The throne, this is something I didn't even expect. We get along very harmoniously during our childhood, so how can it develop like this? Why do we have to kill each other to get the throne? " Then, he stepped towards Gerald and asked, "Take an example of yourself. I'm afraid you now want to split me with your sword, right? "


"..."


"I know so, Brother, because you told me earlier that when you want to kill you get a scary look in your eyes." Timothy sighed, "I will frankly tell you, I must end this battle for the throne earlier. Otherwise, if I wait for five years, I will have to face Garcia's fleet. He had been in control of Clearwater for several years, and had made it a suitable city to handle business and army recruitment unlike Valencia, the Golden Harvest City, and had made it a suitable city for handling business and army recruitment unlike Valencia, which is only good for business and not suitable for raising an army. "


"I need an army strong enough to hold down Brother 3's fleet, which is not something I can achieve when I can only rely on the trading city. Gerald Wimbledon, tomorrow you will be put on trial for the king's murder and absent from your territory. Instead, I would travel back to Valencia at night so I would be there before the news of my father's death spread. I will be very saddened, and will accept the throne only because I, as the 2nd Prince, I am the duty-bound heir. Anyway, I will be King while you will be put to death by the guillotine . "


"You ...!" Gerald roared, angry, and attacked his brother. However, the distance between him and Timothy was too far, so his sword was intercepted by the two Knights who then slashed at him in return, and the sword pierced through his calf. Gerald lost his balance due to a sudden injury and fell to the ground. The guards swarmed him tightly and pinned him to the ground so that he could not move.


"You want to hold a trial? Do you think I'm so low? I'll tell everyone about what happened! I'll let everyone know what kind of monster you are!"


"Of course I won't allow you to do that, Brother," Timothy said patiently. "The Alchemic Workshop has discovered a drug named" Forgotten Language", using poison modulating sand lizards from the southern border and mixed with milk. After drinking it, you will not be able to make any sound. Rest assured, you will not feel pain, but it feels soft and confusing. If you have to blame someone, then blame our third brother, the genius. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have been forced to do this."


Timothy waved his hand at the Knight Commander, who saluted and led Gerald out of the Palace. The other guards also left so the remaining people were the Ansger and Timothy Scholars.


" Your Majesty, since you took over the throne is already established, I will call you Your Majesty from now on" Ansger said as he bowed.


"You've done well. When I sit on the throne of Graycastle, I will honor our consent, but, I think some provisions should be added to our agreement to ensure my safety. . "


The scholar's view soon changed, "Your Majesty, you mean"


"Remain assured, I just don't want to be betrayed." Timothy took out a small pill from his pocket, "It must be too heavy for you to handle. Maybe you should take this pill, this pill will disappear after seven days. It should have been enough time for me to go to Valencia, get sad news and then travel back to Graycastle. Later, when I become King, you will become the Chief Diviner as we have agreed, but I do not want the others to offer a higher price. "


"Your Majesty ... You must be joking," Scholar Ansger's face turned pale and his face became sad. But in the end, he gritted his teeth, and finally swallowed the pill.


"Smart choice" Timothy said as he nodded in satisfaction, "You can go."


......


He grabbed the porcelain that was placed on a small table beside the bed. Some sounds of broken porcelain could be heard. So, the guards stationed outside immediately rushed in. "Your Majesty?"


"Get out!" He yelled.


"Yes," the guards quickly lowered their heads and walked out, closing the door behind them.


Shit, this is not what I planned!


Timothy wasn't planning to kill his father. With the help of Wimbledon III, he only wanted his father to notice Garcia's actions and stop him. His older brother Prince Gerald, on the other hand, will be a pawn in Timothy's hands.


Timothy thought this plan couldn't be wrong. By controlling Gerald's mentor, Scholar Ansger, Timothy is able to manipulate his brother out of the dark - Inside the Astrologers Association, Ansger's Scholar status is not high, but when Ansger writes several letters to Gerald, the, the first prince was quickly captivated. All this went exactly as Timothy had planned. His older brother was strong in battle but he was not good at thinking, but he was still unwilling to give up the throne.


With each letter they exchanged, Scholar Ansger would raise Gerald's ambitions, guiding him along the path Timothy had prepared. When a final letter with astrological predictions is sent, Timothy secretly returns to the King's side, telling him that the first prince may come to pressure him into abdication. There is no doubt that once the matter is confirmed, the King will immediately imprison the prince out of anger or even sentence him to death or exile instead.


Then, King Wimbledon had to focus on his other children, and when he saw that Garcia was actively developing his military strength, he would definitely ruin his second scene.


But .. who would have thought when Timothy had revealed the news, the King would just smile, pull out his personal dagger and directly stab himself in the chest!


Everything happened so quickly that Timothy had no chance to intervene, he could only see his father die.


He slowly sat down beside the bed. In the first moments after that incident he thought this was all an illusion. His father's last smile was like a nightmare, causing his hair to stand straight. Timothy checked everything over and over again, even examining his father's body, but he was still unable to find a single clue as to why his father killed himself .


He also thought of the idea that it was only a double, but he was unable to find any flaws in the situation before him. Even the remains of his father's old wounds were exactly as he remembered them.


Seeing that Gerald had come to see the king, he calmed down. With this he could blame the death of King Wimbledon III to the 1st Prince, and then he could use his own identity as the 2nd Prince to inherit the throne. After a smooth coronation, he was no longer restricted in his own territory. Then, he could mobilize troops throughout the Kingdom to pressure Garcia, forcing him to hand over the Clear Water Port.


It seems that the end is better than it should be, but Timothy still feels very uncomfortable ... It was as if he was led by an invisible hand, which was already able to control the noble war over Graycastle, but Timothy himself knew nothing.


However, right now he could do nothing but claim the throne, so he had no choice. Timothy Wimbledon swore to himself that if he knew who was the cause, he would tell them what happened when they angered a King!