Chapter 155

“Chapter 155: The Madman Lynn, Explodes in Violence! (Two-in-One)”

As the scene ended, the whole place fell into dead silence.

Everyone stared blankly at the boy who had removed his hand from the Sealed Item, speechless.

What could anyone possibly say?

A descendant of generations of loyal generals, only to plummet because of greedy power-hunters’ backstabbing, with no good end for his entire family.

Such things were common in the Imperial Capital for many, but when such a vivid scene played before their eyes, it offered a completely different experience.

At least those with a conscience instinctively averted their gaze, unable to face the pale-faced boy.

Even Tia, who had just suggested he use the Sealed Item, took a half-step back.

Her complexion was white too, but not from sickness.

It was the effect of hearing Dalian’s heart-wrenching words, stirring up a mess of conflict within her heart.

From the start, she had held a terrible impression of Lynn Bartleon.

Not only did he publicly target her beloved brother Xia, but he later went on to make up ridiculous stories, pretending to have known her, which was absolutely disgusting.

That’s why she had been so eager for him to use the Sealed Item, wanting to bury him with a single blow.

But it seemed that the boy had never expressed any dissatisfaction with her proposal.

Now, the memories laid bare everything—the truth of it all.

As the Silent Maiden, Tia had never cared about worldly matters, spending each day immersed in rituals for the Goddess and personal training.

So naturally, she had zero understanding of the Bartleon family’s plight.

Thus in her eyes, Lynn was nothing more than a rogue who resorted to violence and trickery.

But now it seemed, there were reasons behind it all.

Despite looking like a mere emotionless doll, Tia was actually deeply empathetic and felt compassion, thanks to the teachings of the Moonlight Holy Scriptures.

Learning of Lynn’s tragic fate, she instinctively tried to put herself in his shoes.

After experiencing slander, betrayal, her father in a coma, and her brother murdered by villains, could I still stand here high and mighty, comfortably looking down on others while judging them?

Tia took a deep breath, trying to calm the anxiety simmering within her.

She didn’t know the answer to that question; her instinct was to reach for her brother Xia’s hand.

But the moment her fingers brushed against his, the curse struck again, and she flinched away as if shocked.

At that moment, the boy scanned the crowd with an open gaze.

When he saw her, his eyes paused briefly before he spoke, “So, are you satisfied now?”

The boy’s face was pale, the backlash from the Sealed Item taking a heavy toll on him.

While he was addressing all the doubters present, for some reason, Tia felt those words were aimed directly at her.

Are you satisfied?

His voice seemed tinged with a trace of subtle pity, as if she, the evil woman, along with others, had forced him into a corner, leaving him no choice but to split open his chest to prove his innocence.

Tia felt another wave of annoyance flood her heart.

But this time, it felt different.

This time, her annoyance was laced with a hint of a strange emotion.

That emotion was called guilt.

No.

This was merely sympathy for his plight.

Besides, I don’t even know this guy!

Tia gritted her teeth, suddenly wanting to turn and leave the Political Discussion Hall.

But looking at Xia, who had a bad expression, and his tightly clenched fists, she couldn’t bring herself to say anything.

Just then, Sixth Saint Roland turned his gaze to Lynn and said, “Do you have anything to say?”

Upon hearing this, the almost collapsed Marquis Mosgra went pale, quickly stepping forward to explain, “Your Majesty, this matter was not instructed by the Mosgra Family; moreover… upon reflection, there are many oddities involved, such as—”

“Lord Fred need not worry.” Sixth Saint Roland frowned, “Though we don’t know if this memory is real or not, I have always seen your loyalty.”

“Furthermore, it’s just a few words conjured behind the back of my niece and nephew. Are there really that few people in this world who openly insult me, wishing for my demise?!”

As he spoke, Sixth Saint Roland scoffed and looked around the room.

But upon hearing these words, not only did Marquis Mosgra show no signs of easing, his expression grew increasingly stiff.

It seemed he was trying to smooth things over, calming his inner turmoil, yet his words had already turned Dalian’s statements into facts.

That wasn’t a good sign.

What kind of magnanimous ruler can brush off such deeply hurtful words?

Marquis Mosgra didn’t know.

He only knew that after ascending to the throne like a dark horse, all the defeated princes, contemporaries of Sixth Saint Roland, had perished under various circumstances within a few years.

Sweat beaded on his forehead as the Mosgra Family seemed to stand at an unprecedented crossroads.

One misstep, and they might fall into a point of no return.

Hearing Sixth Saint Roland’s inquiry, Lynn slowly spoke, “The old marquis’s excuses are quite laughable.”

“You were the ones who doubted me. It was your suggestion to use the Sealed Item to probe the memories. I complied completely, without any evasion, yet in the end, you still want to pin the blame of fabricated memories on me? I won’t accept that!”

Hearing this, Marquis Mosgra immediately gritted his teeth, “But that’s not entirely impossible! Returning to the Imperial Capital, you must have already devised a countermeasure for this, besides—”

“Besides, Third Prince is beside you; her powers could alter memories, so I refuse to accept this outcome!”

While confirming that the Sealed Item could detect traces of modified memories, what if something went wrong?

At this moment, Marquis Mosgra was seemingly grasping at straws.

“Ha.”

Just then, a light laugh echoed in everyone’s ears.

Everyone instinctively turned around to see the Third Princess Ivyst sitting in a wheelchair, who had unexpectedly re-focused her gaze on them.

Her earlier demeanor had been so cold that everyone thought she was ready to abandon Lynn.

But now, it appeared otherwise.

Ivyst nonchalantly spoke, “I’ve heard far too many similar doubts since childhood; I’m utterly tired of them.”

Marquis Mosgra opened his mouth but couldn’t produce any words.

Moments later, her voice suddenly turned ice-cold.

“Just because I’m sick of it doesn’t mean I’m used to it.” Ivyst’s crimson eyes locked onto him like a venomous snake, “Old man, if you want to question me, be ready to gamble your life!”

In an instant, a bone-chilling cold swept through Marquis Mosgra.

Eunice could no longer support his frail form and “thud!” fell to the ground.

Sixth Saint Roland’s gaze darkened with visible anger, clearly displeased by Ivyst’s actions.

He raised his holy staff and slammed it forcefully to the ground.

Instantly, an invisible divine power swept across the hall, neutralizing the terrifying killing intent Ivyst had just unleashed.

“Do you all think I don’t exist?!”

Sixth Saint Roland glared at Ivyst.

To his surprise, she paid him no mind, simply retreating back to her original position without a backward glance.

Seeing this, a glint of coldness flashed in Sixth Saint Roland’s eyes.

The atmosphere grew tenser.

No one had the qualifications to intervene in the father-daughter spat.

After a moment of silence, Sixth Saint Roland decided to skip the topic.

He looked down at the prostrate Marquis Mosgra, his icy demeanor resurfacing: “Lord Fred, since you don’t feel well, you should return home to recuperate.”

“The military and political duties will be temporarily handled by Ralph; when you’re better, you can return to take over.”

Clearly, he wasn’t genuinely unconcerned about Dalian’s words of “foolish weakness.”

However, at this point, no one cared whether it was true or not.

When such a scene was presented to everyone, they had already sentenced the Mosgra family to death.

But ultimately, none of this was important.

Because this backstabbing family hadn’t risen because of Marquis Mosgra; the real mastermind remained the youngest Valkyrie of the Empire. Hence, the punishment for Marquis Mosgra was simply a minor inconvenience.

As long as Irina had not lost power, once the flames of this incident fanned out, making a comeback would be effortless.

Everything hinged on a single word from Sixth Saint Roland.

This was the consensus that formed in people’s minds.

However, a consensus was one thing; not everyone could accept it.

“Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty.”

Marquis Mosgra’s eyes turned red, his whole body trembling as he murmured.

Tonight was supposed to be about casting Lynn into an abyss of despair, but in the end, not only did it have no effect on him, but he also ended up in the pit himself.

Curse it!

Marquis Mosgra roared in his heart, feeling a heavy pressure that he couldn’t express.

But all he had now was the option to withdraw temporarily.

Remembering this, he glanced at Connor, the cardinal behind Sixth Saint Roland.

The man held a calm demeanor, subtly nodding.

This boy must not remain!

It was clear that they had reached a consensus.

They had made a move against the Bartleon family over a year ago, and now it was a matter of life and death with the boy before them.

With that thought, Marquis Mosgra’s expression darkened as he gradually made his way to the door, supported by Eunice.

Meanwhile, Eunice was filled with unprecedented fear and disbelief.

Before the banquet today, she had always thought her family was finally part of the highest echelons in the entire Imperial Capital, and she felt immensely proud about it.

But in the constant flattery by those around her, Eunice had gradually lost herself.

Yet all the grandeur and power her family had originally held was stripped away cleanly by a single remark from Sixth Saint Roland.

Without the post of military minister, the Mosgra family’s power would be halved!

Though originally, Marquis Mosgra had only been temporarily filling the role, constantly troubled by his lack of control over the military.

With this in mind, Eunice couldn’t help but glance towards the root cause of it all.

A look of unprecedented hatred sparkled in her eyes.

It was simply a matter of placing a few servants in their family and facilitating a blood trade between her sister and the Fourth Prince; many would have taken that chance without a second thought.

Yet this guy not only did not appreciate it but also retaliated against the Mosgra family so despicably!

A wave of resentment surged in Eunice’s heart.

But now, there was no place for her to voice her thoughts; after glancing at the ever-silent Fourth Prince Joshua, her expression darkened, and she ultimately gritted her teeth, suppressing her rage.

At the same time, Lynn felt her intent to kill.

Observing her slowly retreating figure, he suddenly called out, “Miss Mosgra, have you forgotten something?”

The unexpected words drew everyone’s gaze.

Upon hearing this, Eunice’s contorted features displayed a hint of chill, “That was merely a duel you unilaterally proposed; I have no obligation to play house with you.”

With that, she continued to help Marquis Mosgra towards the door, ignoring Lynn’s words.

However, everything that happened tonight had long been rehearsed in her mind; from how many people would die to how they would die, Lynn had it all planned out, so how could he let her go just like that?