Tangled By Fate

469 THE OUTCOME

“Your Majesty, the person who allowed this slave trade is….”

The nobleman who opened his mouth couldn’t speak anymore. His words were stuck.

Other noble prisoners looked at him, curious about why he didn’t talk anymore.

That nobleman who was talking grabbed his neck. His eyes turned bloodshot. His mouth was wide open.

Only then did others realize that he had a hard time speaking.

Before they could say something, the noble coughed blood.

Along with the red blood, dark liquid came out.

The nobleman looked at the dark liquid in horror.

“Ahh… Ah… Ah…”

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He screamed in horror but people’s screams covered his.

The prisoners and the commoners stared at him in shock. They were terrified beyond the limit.

Why did he cough? What was that black liquid mixed with the blood?

Why did he cough something like that?

They didn’t know. That made them horrified beyond the limit.

King William’s expression darkened. “Arthur…”

Arthur’s expression wasn’t good. He said, “Don’t move, Your Majesty. We don’t know what we are dealing with.”

The nobleman vomited more blood. He kept vomiting until he collapsed in his own blood.

The soldier stepped forward cautiously after being signaled by Arthur.

When he approached the noble, he first kicked his leg. The nobleman didn’t move.

The soldier crouched beside him and touched his nose.

Then, he stood up and said, “This man is dead, My Lord.”

The audience gasped. They didn’t believe it.

No one touched him. He wasn’t supposed to die.

But why did that happen?

“Could it be poison?” King William asked.

Arthur pondered. “We can’t be sure until we examine his body.”

“I wish Merlin was here. He is knowledgeable when it comes to medicine and the human body,” King William commented.

“He is still in Louses, Your Majesty. I haven’t heard from him ever since he left,” Arthur said.

Afterward, he used teleportation magic to teleport the dead body to the Magic Tower.

He looked at other prisoners and ordered, “Finish what he was going to say.”

The nobles gulped. They were already pale and scared to the point that they could wet their pants.

Looking at how calm Arthur was, they concluded that Arthur was behind the noble’s death.

Arthur could use magic to kill anyone and those who never studied magic would never understand.

“I know who did it! It’s…”

“It’s the Imperial Majesty…”

“Her Ma…”

The noblemen who were prisoners were quick to speak.

However, none of them could finish their words.

Eighteen prisoners struggled to talk. In the end, they all had painful seizures just like the previous nobleman.

After that, they puked blood with the black liquid and died.

Duke De la Pole stared at them in shock. He was too scared to move.

The commoners shouted and ran away. They were frightened to the point they didn’t know where they were going.

They just ran away, away from the horrifying place.

Arthur noticed the scene and immediately teleported the dead bodies to the Magic Tower.

“I want a thorough investigation,” King William ordered.

“Most certainly.” Arthur’s golden pupils flickered. He clenched his fists. He was barely controlling his anger.

‘We were this close to unmasking the damned queen! I can’t believe we lost evidence when everything was about to be revealed.’

He was frustrated but didn’t reveal it in front of King William.

He looked at Duke De la Pole. The duke’s face had ashen. He didn’t move as if he was paralyzed.

“I’ll just lock him in the dungeon. It doesn’t look like he can talk at this moment,” Arthur stated.

King William’s eyes landed on the duke. “Duke De la Pole, why not you say who is behind the slave trade?”

Duke De la Pole trembled. He looked at King William with tears in his eyes.

‘What should I do? I don’t think I should open my mouth. The other nobles… all died. Isn’t it because they wanted to speak of Her Majesty? I can’t speak. Absolutely can’t!’

However, the next second he remembered something. His stomach was still hurting.

‘That girl didn’t heal me yet. She told me to reveal Her Majesty. What should I do? If I speak, I will die. If I don’t speak up, I won’t be healed and eventually die.’

Being in a position he hated the most but still fearing he was going to die soon, he felt powerless.

He opened his mouth but couldn’t speak.

Fear was eating him slowly, paralyzing his nerves.

King William noticed his situation and sighed. “It looks like we can’t do anything. Send him to the dungeon. I’ll go back to the palace.”

“All right, Your Majesty,” Arthur replied.

The trial had ended. Most of the criminals were dead. Even the slave traders were wiped out.

All the dead bodies ended up in the Magic Tower.

When Arthur went to his office, he met Ovior, Darius, Ironin and Felix.

“You are all here. Good.” Arthur sat on his chair and put his legs on the table. “Have you found anything?”

Ovior took off his glasses and cleaned them with a white handkerchief.

“I’m pretty sure you have figured it by now,” he said. “It’s witchcraft.”

“It can be the Queen’s doing,” Felix shared his opinion.

“Not ‘could be’. She IS behind it,” Arthur said.

“Working with the witches now, eh? This Queen is one step ahead of us.” Darius grinned.

“But if he is using the witches, isn’t she as powerful as you guys? Both of you have armies who know magic,” Felix stated while leaning against the chair.

Ovior frowned. “If that damn Queen is thinking the same thing, we might have trouble.”

Arthur squinted his eyes. “We have to warn His Majesty,” he muttered.

“But the duke has no army. We subdued them last night,” Darius told them.

He added, “You should have seen your wife. Right after taking down the slave traders, she fought with the duke’s soldiers. Man, his soldiers are all puny. It didn’t take us all night to deal with them.”

“So, you are so incompetent that you made her fight all night.” Arthur’s gaze sharpened. “You should be lucky that she doesn’t have a scratch on her body.”

Darius gulped. Chills ran down his spine.

“Ahahaha… What are you saying? You do realize that only five of us fought with two thousand soldiers, right? You shouldn’t count the villagers who don’t even know how to fight.”

Arthur glared at him. He didn’t say anything else.

“Should we prepare for a battle with the witch?”

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