The Witch's Curse
Duke Elliot's Secret Meeting

"Aaaahhhhhh......"

A woman's voice rang out from Duke Elliot's room. The room with the bed and some of the furniture became very hot. The ruler is accustomed to hiring commercial**** workers to satisfy his desires. Madam Velocia, is a PSK who is very famous among the top. Madam has been Duke's mistress for the past year. This is of course due to its above average service capabilities. There's nothing Madam can't do if there's a lot of money on offer.

For Duke who has abundant wealth, giving the equivalent price of a carriage to Madam Velocia is certainly an easy thing. The passion of the Sovereign became Velocia's only chance to crawl up to a higher status and shine. No one could resist the temptation of Velocia who was so good at satisfying men. Serving the Duke twice a week was enough to support himself for half a year. Of course, Velocia would take advantage of this momentum while still being the idol.

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"Sorry, Your Honor. Urgent situation!" Fillipe, Duke Elliot's butler interrupts the Duke's hot night. He certainly knew that his life was at stake, however, there was no other way, as Fillipe was carrying a blank letter without writing. This type of letter was a secret letter from the Killing Guild that the Duke was hiring. Of course it must be waiting for him.

Elliot still seems to be playing love with his mistress. High stature as high as the shape of the body, making Velocia able to hypnotize his co-star. Elliot didn't want to end the night they spent together, but, on the other hand, Elliot couldn't just miss the secret message either. Inevitably, Elliot sent Velocia home. With a sad face, Velocia pampered. He immediately moved on after charging a payment to the butler.

"Look in," he ordered.

After giving Velocia a bag of gold, Fillipe entered Duke's rose-scented room with a dim light.

"Sorry, Your Honor. It's urgent,"

Fillipe handed the blank letter to his master. Duke poured water on the paper so it looked secret writing.

The secret letter that just arrived. Duke's smile. He ordered the council to immediately gather to the Main Hall. Fillipe deftly contacted the head of the Knights to convey the order of the ruler. Right at midnight, the councilmen had already arrived at the Main Hall.

"Conelly's still asleep?" Ask the Duke before leading the meeting. Fillipe nodded.

"Lady isn't feeling well, Your Honor," she replied later.

"Say I have a job, if he wakes up. And prevent Conelly from being in the West Pavilion, "the message, then immediately go to Hall to open a meeting with the councilors.

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"The queen candidate has been cleared. Now it's time we move on to the next plan,"

"Good, Your Majesty! Now what's the second plan?" Asked the fiery Marquess Wangler. He is ready to supply weapons massively when needed. Although he had to recruit a lot of mercenaries, he did not care. The Marquess Knights were certainly outnumbered and outsmarted compared to the Royal Knights. However, there is no denying that Wangler's weapons tested great on the battlefield. Before defecting, he became a permanent supplier of weapons to the royal army.

"Say, Your Majesty. We are very curious!" viscount Helsinki was impatient.

"You stupid nobles. Just think it's not so bad. Of course we make rumors again," Count Yale sneered. Count Yale was a great thinker in the Elliot Fort. His plans of rebellion were almost 80% successful. So that Elliot's position is very profitable.

"Calm all. That's right Count Yale said. We will start again the rumor of the curse, after that waiting for the response of the people, there must be purification," replied Elliot lightly.

Purgatory ceremony is a ceremony to dispose of the misfortune that exists in humans. Although it seems trivial, shit is certainly the thing that everyone wants. No one wanted to put himself in danger just because of the unlucky innateness that could be eliminated.

This Purgatory ceremony is performed once a year when Cordovan Independence Day is for all the people. However, there are special times that require the holding of this ceremony, for example, a very bad wind storm in a region, or a famine that occurs in a village. So, the purification of the rulers of the area must be done. Of course this ceremony was performed by the Holy Commander. The highest authority in matters of belief. The authority of the Holy Tower was even equivalent to that of a King, so if the purification ceremony was performed for King Cordovan, of course the power of the Holy Tower would be superior. Members of the kingdom will also submit to the decision of the Holy Commander.

It is this momentum that will be the power to twist the fact that curses only occur under the lineage of King Arthur. Thus, Elliot's opportunity to become the successor to the Throne will be even greater. Elliot is Markian's cousin. So, of course he was not a descendant of King Arthur, but rather a descendant of Duke Gonovan, the Second son of the Early Cordovan King. The two brothers were different at birth, making the order of succession to the throne clear. Only the first son to inherit his father's throne.

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The meeting at the Main Hall of Duke Elliot's residence was boisterous with the cheers of his supporters. Everyone enjoyed the wishful thinking of raising the position as the Fortress of Rulers. The silent night, became bustling with the chatter and furore of the cunning nobles who were ready to revolt whenever Elliot asked. No one realized, there was someone watching them from the darkness.

Conelly, pretending to be ill, heard everything the council talked about. He quietly followed his older brother who was heading to the Western Pavilion to lead the meeting at an unusual time.

*

"Your Majesty, we've been searching for days, but there's no results. It's time to call for help,"

From the other side of the Britani Continent, the group of King Cordovan who was grieving, seemed to lose hope. Almost a week they did a search for Princess Isyana who disappeared, but never produce results. The Markian King, who looked faint and exhausted, refused to give up. He works hard every day to find his soul mate who is somewhere.

"What do you suggest, Sir Albert?" Markian tried to negotiate.

"Let's drive north, to the Dukedom of Gelael, Your Majesty. And ask the Knights for help from Duke Gelael, your uncle," Sir Albert advised.

"Well, if that's your advice. Let's continue the journey tomorrow,"

It didn't take long to think about Cordovan's loyal Knights' advice. Markian would agree. The group was finally able to camp for a moment, then continue the journey across one more village to get to the Dukedom Gelael. The territory of Uncle Rhonda Von Gelael. The region is quite cool, because, in fact, the region is a beautiful and fertile land. However, some say that it is only a myth because it has been 50 years Cordovan Kingdom does not have plants. All its barren territory was bitten by the cold snow and the northern wind that made living things freeze. There was no hope imprinted on the people of Cordovan but to survive day after day.

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