Chapter 505 - Chapter 505: Chapter 473: Exterminate Meyer (2/2)

The Cyart people demonstrated the strict justice of the law to everyone in this manner and conveyed a strong message—in the cities governed by them, order and rules reigned supreme, and any act of challenging this principle would be met with due punishment.

After this scene ended, the square returned to its usual tranquility, but a new atmosphere seemed to permeate the air—an atmosphere of deeper reverence for the rules and greater respect for order.

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The person kneeling on the ground was a granddaughter of Flamme, the “Blood Flames King,” with a beautiful countenance. Once sought after by countless aspiring young noble men, she now lay prostrate beside the hooves of horses, trembling all over, as lowly as an ant, not daring to utter an extra word.

“I accept your surrender,”

Darren said calmly to himself, his gaze not even flickering towards the girl filled with fear, his eyes holding calmness, not pleasure anymore.

Over several months, he had seen city after city and conquered each one, having become completely accustomed to such situations.

Even the fact that this city before him was the Royal Capital of Rhea couldn’t evoke in Darren any significant joy.

In the faint light of dawn, the procession of Cyart nobles slowly made their way through the grand yet slightly dilapidated gate of the enemy’s Royal City, their steps steady and dignified, proclaiming the dawn of a new era belonging to the Fischer family.

Darren, clad in exquisite armor, wearing a helmet studded with gemstones, rode atop a magnificent and imposing warhorse, followed by a guard of elite soldiers.

The Rhea people lining the streets watched this scene with complex emotions in their eyes, filled with immense fear and despair.

Finally, the procession arrived in front of the Rhea Royal Palace.

This palace, once a symbol of power and glory, now appeared exceptionally tranquil and majestic in the morning light. The Cyart nobles lined up neatly in front of the palace, and then the prominent figure of Darren, in his splendid robe, slowly stepped forward.

At the front of the palace, he halted and looked around, then declared in a deep and powerful voice,

“I am Duke Darren Fischer of Cyart, representing my nation and my people, to accept the surrender of Rhea and all its nobles. From this day forward, we, the people of Cyart and Rhea alike, shall write a new chapter of history together, so that peace and prosperity may take root and flourish on this land.”

Having spoken, Darren allowed the corner of his mouth to lift in a smile, careful to make it not too obvious.

True to his expectations, the faces of the Rhea nobles soured even more upon hearing such a hypocritical word as “peace”—exactly the effect he desired.

The Meyer family no longer had any value to speak of and could not flee anywhere. Their members’ faces were etched with helplessness and submission, but even more with uncertainty about the future. With trembling hands, they held a scepter and the family crests symbolizing their surrender, bowing to Darren Fischer as a formal sign of capitulation.

The Meyer family, with a history spanning hundreds of years and one of the Ten Great Families of the East, thus completely yielded to their arch-enemy, the Fischer family.

Unquestionably, this would be a significant event in history!

Afterward, Darren, with a tolerant and calm gaze, led them all into the palace to begin a stifling banquet.

Even though the banquet was extremely oppressive, it still provided the Meyer family with some relief. It seemed the attitude of the Fischer family was still bearable… In the end, Darren ordered many black gift boxes to be brought out, enough for every member of the Meyer family present.

“What do these gift boxes mean?”

The people of the Meyer family were very surprised, not expecting to receive gifts. Was this demon of Cyart trying to buy them over?

“Gift boxes are for holding gifts, and gifts are for… commemoration.”

He calmly opened the gift box in his hands, and a stench of blood immediately wafted out, containing the severed head of that female member of the Meyer family who had come out to surrender, the granddaughter of Flamme.

The members of the Meyer family collapsed on the spot.

“You demon of Cyart!”

“Fischer will surely go to Hell!”

“The Gods will curse you! You will not be proud forever!”

Darren shook his head slowly, looking at the people who were in despair and had collapsed, and spoke in a cruel and calm voice, “You should blame yourselves for your situation. If it weren’t for your actions, which led to the early death of my grandfather, perhaps it would have been my father who came here. Considering his temper, maybe he wouldn’t have made such a harsh move.”

Gazing into their eyes, he finally felt the pleasure rising within him once more, his voice growing even more forceful.

“Pressing too hard without annihilating you completely was your greatest mistake.”

“And I, do not wish to make the same mistake as you.”

“Neither does Fischer.”