In the Name of Empress-Chapter 405 - 286: Everyone Must Die!

Macbeth, the old schemer, had calculated everything, except for the fact that Roland’s true strength had far surpassed his.

Nor did he expect that Empress Sylph, whose strength similarly exceeded his, would take action herself, disguised as the White Rose Knight.

He had planned for years, faking his death to escape his enemies’ sight, quietly waiting for his prey, hoping to grasp a glimmer of life before the day of return arrived.

But everything has two sides, and faking death without emerging only caused his strength to stagnate.

The most important part of pretending to be dead is not being discovered, so he could only hide in the Underground Palace, unable to leave, even when training it was like building a car behind closed doors.

Most of Macbeth’s talent lay in literature, his combat strength was not outstanding, otherwise, he wouldn’t have resorted to pretending to be dead.

While he quietly slumbered, waiting for his chance, Roland and Sif were constantly challenging strong enemies, continuously growing.

Roland and Sif were on the path of kings, while Macbeth was on a narrow road.

Intrigue and conspiracy melt away instantly when exposed to the sunlight.

The scepter that Roland struck down with was the best answer to intrigue and conspiracy.

No matter how much you calculate, can you withstand the inheritor’s power of the knowledge essence of humans, elves, and the ocean combined?

Of course, you can’t.

"Bang!"

The speed of the scepter’s descent was not fast, yet it bore an unstoppable momentum, piercing through Macbeth’s last futile struggle, accurately striking his head.

A dull thud sounded, his sturdy head shattered like a watermelon, its flesh and juice splattered all over the ground.

Macbeth died a very miserable death, even the words he blurted out were interrupted, and his lifeless body fell like a stump.

The entire scene was stunned, only Sif remained unfazed.

She knew Roland’s strength all too well.

It was the power of knowledge.

Widely spreading the wisdom from the Ancient Era, the Otherworld, and the Mysterious Race, this inherited power even she dared not confront head-on, yet Macbeth didn’t dodge.

He died without injustice.

With Macbeth’s death, the soldiers quickly took control of the situation.

Faced with the soldiers’ sharp blades, these unarmed Cabinet Ministers simply couldn’t resist.

Sim, whose arms were held by two robust soldiers, turned pale with rage and shouted angrily, "Roland, what do you mean by this? Dare to lay hands on Cabinet members, this is trampling on the constitution!"

Roland chuckled dismissively, completely ignoring the furious Sim, and instead asked Alben:

"By order of the Empress to arrest a few traitors, is this violating the constitution?"

Alben did not answer directly, he just calmly countered, "You accuse us of being traitors, do you have evidence? I do not accept baseless accusations."

Roland glanced disdainfully at the fake "Prince Feino" who had already been killed on the spot.

"Forging Imperial Family bloodline, using fake and falsified Imperial Family members to plot usurpation, that is rebellion! The evidence will be provided to you, take them all away!" 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

He couldn’t be bothered to waste words with these Cabinet Ministers.

Except for a few insiders, everyone here had to die.

There’s no point in wasting words with the dead.

Upon receiving Roland’s order, even some soldiers who were still hesitating earlier quickly

Seeing the scene out of control, Duke Ricken, as the host, certainly wouldn’t stand idly by.

He "angrily" stood up to voice a stern protest:

"Roland, this manor is my territory, you have no right to arrest people on my land, not even the Emperor can! This is the sacred power given to me by the law."

This was his final defiance as an insider, and also his most brilliant performance.

The concept of inviolability of private land was too deeply ingrained, causing the arresting soldiers to pause momentarily and not take further action.

Duke Ricken’s questioning was reasonable, but unfortunately, he encountered Roland.

But facing Roland, having a reason was best, having no reason, wouldn’t he still take action? Moreover, he had more than enough reason.

With hearty laughter, Roland unhesitatingly pointed out Ricken’s mistake.

"This is your territory? This is just your residence, the entire Imperial Capital is Her Majesty the Empress’s territory! You plotted to overthrow her on her land, this is a major crime."

With this said, Roland gave a command, and several ferocious soldiers rushed forward to capture the still stubborn Duke Ricken.

Duke Ricken did not resist, calmly accepting his fate of being taken away.

He even let out a long sigh.

This time he made a great contribution, luring all Cabinet members here to be captured in one fell swoop and solidifying their charges.

All he needed to do next was to be under house arrest for a while before he could come out again.

According to old pal Rupert, Her Majesty the Empress even planned to give him a Cabinet Minister position.

Although it was only a marginalized role, at least it meant entering the Cabinet.

Once the rank issue is resolved, everything else will be easy to handle.

Just as resistance ceased and everything seemed settled, the Minister of the Army, Steven, who had remained silent, suddenly took action.

His brain wasn’t very sharp, originally having no chance to become a high-ranking official, but because he saved the old Emperor Edward’s life, he was granted a position.

In his youth, he was even known as the greatest warrior in Sussex.

His brain wasn’t very sharp, but he became the only rebel who stayed clear-headed tonight.

It wasn’t that he was perceptive enough to notice any issues; he simply distrusted a grand noble like Ricken.

He always felt grand nobles and the Imperial Family were aligned, naturally enemies of the Cabinet, and most likely Ricken had ill intentions.

Because of his distrust in Duke Ricken, when drinking, he kept his wits about him and used various fake drinking techniques to discard the alcohol.

To avoid others noticing, he secretly drank his own brought Deer Blood Wine, which made him flush extremely quickly.

The Deer Blood Wine he brought, once swallowed, could accelerate blood circulation and even let him enter a berserk state at any time.