878 Julius' Fleeting Time

With the battle over, all 103 prisoners were taken away, and the tents were also searched too.

The black powder was hauled away and given to Henry.

As for the dead bodies, they were gathered, searched and burnt.

Again, the women were given money found within the tents and enemy knights.

These women were asked to come to the Capital 5 days from now to get sorted out.

Yes, they would give them jobs that might take them out of their depression and provide them with self-worth.

What happened was not their fault, and quite frankly, they could start anew and become one of the pillars in Deiferus' new age.

With that, they sent another team to take these ladies to the nearest municipality other than the Capital, which was a village.

The soldiers met the village chief late at night and had paid him to let them stay in the village for the time being until they left for the Capital.

Everything was adequately settled, and everyone went back to the base.

The enemies within the city have no idea that a majority of their forces had been destroyed.

Soon, it'll be 6 A.M, and the Capital City's gates will open.

Today's mission was the most important one of all.

Future King Henry must ascend the Throne!

4 A.M

Those coming back for their missions quickly reported all that went down, while those who had to head towards the City's gates got up from their map, took cold showers to fully wake up, ate and began lining up for a brief meeting.

Landon and Henry chose to take quick naps and get up at 7 P.M instead.

Henry being the man of the hour, had to be present and refreshed when Julius Tudor dies at 10 A.M.

The people who were going in now, were only going in, to position themselves around the city and prepare for their arrival.

Henry yawned and quickly fell asleep.

Today was his big day.

Landon closed his room and warped straight into his space, and slept for hours and hours.

He too was exhausted.

Of course, he also gave Henry a pill that would make him feel very energized when he woke up later on.

This time he didn't buy it because he had leftovers from the last time he bought them 2 years back.

He bought a pill bottle from the system that had a total of 30 pills.

He gave one to Henry and told him that it would relieve his tiredness.

Henry just thought that it was one of those famous godly Baymardian pills that he heard about.

Other places use potions for treatment, but Baymard created something called a pill that he heard was very miraculous.

There were also things like cough syrups and whatnot.

He even heard that some pills dissolve in one's mouth like magic.

With that, the moment he took the pill, his eyes felt heavy, and all he wanted to do was sleep.

Right now, he was having the best sleep of his life

Just what did they put in these pills?

Time flew by before they knew it.

Soon, it was 9 A.M.

Within the palace walls, many had already gotten up and were once again listening to the reports of their shadow guards, who were asked to snoop around the palace vigilantly.

Eldora, who stayed in her former Courtyard within the palace, was very much displeased with her mother, who seemed to want her to support her brother.

"Mother, have you been listening to anything that I've said so far?

Just like queen Penelope, I will rule Deiferus and not Ulrich."

Queen Lilian was growing crazy with rage at this unfilial daughter of hers.

Other blood siblings support themselves.

But she wanted to go against her brother, who was the Crown Prince?

She had dreamt of the glory of having her son ascend the throne for decades now.

And in truth, she can't picture her daughter taking over this empire.

She angrily pointed at her stubborn daughter with trembling fingers.

"You-you-you!

Are you insane?

What do you know about ruling an empire?

You don't know anything about war, except going crazy and killing people here and there in the Capital.

Do you think that killing an enemy in battle is the same as killing the ordinary folks here in the city?

What do you know about war strategy?

Can you wield a sword?

Can you be better than your brother?

Women were made to birth strong warriors and nothing more.

You keep mentioning Queen Penelope, but I assure you, she's the only exception.

Why? Because she was raised like a man.

So what are you comparing yourself with her?

Are you a fool?!!!"

"MOTHER!

I don't need to know all these things now.

I can learn them after I take the throne.

I'm not here to seek your permission but to tell you that I'll be ascending the throne and not my brother."

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

The loud of palms hitting one another echoed throughout the room.

"Oh?

My dear sister.

I didn't know that you have such aspirations."

Everyone turned to look at the dashing figure coming in.

It was Ulrich Tudor.

Ulrich smiled at his sister calmly.

Of course, he knew what she had been up to over the past few weeks since he got here.

From the reports, she also kept trying to make father write a verdict choosing her as the heir to the throne.

But so far, she kept failing and failing to do so.

Heh.

Like brother, like sister.

Both of them had the same aspirations.

Too bad, the throne can only be taken by one.

And that was himself.

"Sister, don't you think that you're a little too delusional?"

"Delusional?"

Eldora looked at her elder brother and smiled coldly.

With the forces she had outside, coupled with those in her estate within the Capital, she couldn't wait to crush this brother of hers who kept looking down on her.

"Brother, whether I'm delusional or not, only time will tell."

"Oh?

It looks like my little sister has something up her sleeves."

"Call it whatever you like.

Only I will rule this empire, so I advise you to back off peacefully."

Mother Lilian couldn't take it anymore and looked at her daughter in disappointment.

"Eldora, stop It!

That's your brother!

Stop these delusional fantasies of yours

Your brother will be king, and that's that!"

Lilian was about to educate her daughter more when suddenly, someone hurriedly entered the room without announcing themselves.

Instantly, she channelled all her rage to him.