"What are you standing there for? Didn’t you hear what I said?"
The Third Prince looked at the unmoved Violet Knights and frowned, his expression growing cold.
However, in the next mont, the knights suddenly stepped forward, encircling him.
The Third Prince was taken aback.
He imdiately beca vigilant and shouted sternly:
"What... what do you think you’re doing?"
The Violet Knights still did not respond.
They drew their weapons, surrounding the Third Prince and his companions. So knights stepped forward, disarming the soldiers, while others pointed their weapons directly at the Third Prince.
The Third Prince grew angry:
"What is the aning of this? Rebellion? Do you not know who I am?"
This ti, the Violet Knights finally reacted.
They parted to either side, and a knight who was clearly the leader stepped forward.
He approached the Third Prince and said indifferently:
"Prince, of course, we know who you are."
"You have violated several important clauses of the ’Holy Code’ and the ’Royal Authority Contract.’ According to the regulations of the Code and the Contract, we have the right to disarm you temporarily. Please do not resist."
The Third Prince was stunned and then shouted furiously:
"Have you lost your minds?! I am the Prince of the New Moon! The second in line to the throne! The grandson of the Duke of Violet!"
"Which family do you belong to? Who gave you the audacity to lay hands on ? Are you ready to make enemies of the Royal Family and the Buwat-Linte family?!"
The knight leader glanced at him and said plainly:
"We do not belong to any lower Noble family; we are the direct knights of the Duke, My Lord."
"It was not us who ordered your disarmant; it was the Duke, My Lord."
"Prince, please cooperate a bit. Otherwise, we will have to be a bit more forceful."
Upon hearing the knight leader’s words, the Third Prince was instantly dumbfounded:
"The Duke? My grandfather?"
He widened his eyes, shaking his head in disbelief:
"No! That can’t be possible! How could my grandfather issue such an order?!"
"It’s a lie! You must be lying!"
The knight leader had no further interest in entangling with the Third Prince and waved his hand, commanding the others:
"The Prince seems to be quite unstable, tie him up and take him to the carriage."
Upon hearing this, the towering Transcendent Knights sprang into action, approaching the Third Prince.
The Third Prince’s expression changed drastically.
He began to struggle frantically, exclaiming in panic:
"No! You can’t do this!"
"I am the Third Prince of New Moon! The second in line for the throne! You are violating royal sovereignty!"
"I want to go to Linte City! I must see my grandfather!"
"..."
Watching the Third Prince with a frightened yet blustering deanor, a look of contempt flickered in the eyes of the knight leader.
"Prince, you will have the opportunity to see the Duke, My Lord."
"Of course, whether the Duke, My Lord wishes to see you, we do not know."
With that, he gestured for the knights to bind the Third Prince and place him upon the carriage.
"No! No——!"
"You bastards! I will rember you all!"
"Once I ascend the throne, I will definitely kill you all! Kill you all!"
The Third Prince roared incessantly, cursing and struggling, but in the end, he was subdued by the Transcendent Knights and "escorted" onto a carriage.
Violet Duchy, Linte City.
In the deep and solemn castle, an aged noble in a dark violet robe stood trembling in front of a flower bed, watering the plants.
He bore a striking resemblance to Count Linte, but appeared even more elderly and authoritative, especially those silver-grey eyes, murky with the passage of ti.
Joffrey de Buwat Linte.
He was the Clan Leader of the Buwat-Linte family, the reigning Duke of Violet, and also a Court Advisor to the New Moon Kingdom.
As one of the nine dukes with real power in the New Moon Kingdom, he was also in charge of the most formidable standing army—the New Moon Kingdom’s Second Guard Legion.
Of course, the Bold-Castel war was a conflict among nobles, and the kingdom’s Guard Legion neither had the right nor could it intervene.
"Duke," a noble who looked like a butler approached the Duke of Violet from behind, bowed deeply, and said,
"News from the north has arrived, His Highness the Prince has reached the border castle, and the Knight Order has taken control of him."
The watering can in the old Duke’s hand paused slightly.
"Has there been any news from Victor?"
He inquired.
The noble hesitated for a mont before replying,
"Deserters from the Northern Land have brought word that Count Linte has indeed been captured by the Castel family, and along with him, the Duchess of Bold, Eleanor."
Upon hearing the noble’s words, the old Duke fell silent for a mont before nodding slightly,
"I see."
"Ensure that the Knight Order keeps a close watch on Philip, then prepare an envoy to negotiate with Castel."
The noble hesitated for another mont, then couldn’t help but say,
"Duke, are you... really planning to use His Highness the Prince as a bargaining chip in negotiations with Castel?"
"After all, he is the second in line for the throne, the King’s favorite son, and also your grandson..."
Upon hearing this, the old Duke slowly turned around, his face expressionless, and with a cold snort,
"Hmph... The King’s favorite son?"
"Whether he is or not, from the mont he was defeated a week ago, it beca impossible for him to be so."
"With the capture of Bold’s Eleanor, his sordid affairs will probably not stay hidden either. This hot potato, let’s toss it to Castel."
Saying this, the old Duke paused again and heaved a sigh,
"Also, prepare for it, once the negotiations with Castel are over, I intend to visit the Royal Capital to et with His Majesty the King in person..."
The recapture of the lost lands of the Northern Land was much swifter than Charlotte had expected.
As the news of the crushing defeat of the Bold-Violet Alliance spread, those nobles who had surrendered flipped their allegiances once again, returning to Castel’s fold.
With such alacrity, Charlotte couldn’t help but marvel at how thick-skinned these opportunistic nobles were.
"They support whoever wins."
In the feudal system, these self-interested noble Lords were just that pragmatic.
Charlotte didn’t have the ti to settle accounts with these fickle nobles just yet.
She simply made a ntal note, planning to slowly deal with them once the war was thoroughly concluded.
After the resounding victory of the North Port Battle was broadcasted, envoys from nobles across the kingdom poured in non-stop—Viscount Remisio, Moon Guardian Duke, the Bowat family, sworn enemies of the Bold family, and even the Second Prince of Silver Moon, all sent their envoys.
There were those who ca with congratulations, those who expressed goodwill towards the Castel family, and those who extended olive branches with overtures of recruitnt in their words.
Clearly, the battle of North Port, where the few triumphed over the many, had shaken the entire kingdom, and everyone knew the conclusion of the entire war was a foregone conclusion.
The Castel Domain was destined to part ways with Bold and most likely would beco a new direct vassal to the New Moon Kingdom—one of the strongest forces in the North.
After receiving another noble envoy from a neighboring domain, Charlotte also received news:
The envoy group for peace talks from the Violet Duchy had arrived at Castel.
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