I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 791 - 489: Conflict Erupts

Prince Dazlert fell silent.

His gaze became unfaltering, quietly staring at the young man in the black hat for a long moment before he simply nodded and spoke softly,

"Since that is the case, let the meeting begin."

Prince Dazlert adjusted the collar of his ornate cotton garment. Steward Babayeh, very tactfully, pushed the high-backed chair forward, aiding Prince Dazlert as he sat down again.

Dazlert took a deep breath, glanced over the high-ranking officials seated in the assembly hall, and began,

"Continuing with our previous topic on the ’Solar Cross Society,’ does anyone have anything to add or declare?"

This time, Camacho, the High Priest of the Hailing Group, was the first to speak. He slightly turned his head towards the main seat, his dark brown braided hair ending with a small bell that tinkled crisply.

"Your Highness, I have reported the matters of the Royal City. Dummhain, the Chief, has agreed to the proposal and has promised to deploy our forces to serve you, determined to eradicate the remnants of the ’Solar Cross Society’ and secure peace for the Empire."

Camacho bowed slightly, clearly indicating his allegiance to the Royal Family.

The corners of the Prince’s mouth lifted slightly, appearing to be in a much better mood.

He glanced towards the seat of the History and Ritual Association. Aberhard arched an eyebrow and hastily said,

"Of course, Your Highness, as I mentioned at the last meeting, the History and Ritual Association will abide by the Oath of the Seven Gods, steadfastly defending the safety of the Royal Family and the Empire..."

"Very well."

Prince Dazlert nodded.

Before he could continue, Blaze, the Silver Dragon Witch from the Constellation Sect, calmly spoke from her seat,

"Prince Dazlert, please release Noah. He is not a suspect in the assassination case... and though he has studied painting for a time under Saintess Lutina Castillo of the Naturalist Sect, he was completely unaware of the dinner party incident, truly an innocent."

The Prince tapped the armrest twice without expression, and coldly said,

"Then how do you explain the ’Solar Cross Society’ symbol on your wrist, Blaze Shelley?"

Blaze lowered her gaze and slowly lifted her hand. On the pale, smooth back of her hand, there was clearly a black sun imprint.

However, the people present showed no great surprise, as they seemed to have already known.

"Your Highness, since my husband’s death, I have retired and secluded myself in the city of Shuoli for over a decade, having long severed ties with them... Noah has even less to do with them; he has never even heard of this organization."

"Even if you say so, it does not clear him of suspicion, and I regret that I cannot release him so easily..."

Prince Dazlert said indifferently.

Blaze lowered her arm without further comment, but beneath her calm gaze, there was an undeniably suppressed emotion.

Selma, a senior servitor of the Moon Church, sighed at this moment and spoke,

"Your Highness, if Sister Olmido cannot return to the Church, I fear we will no longer participate in any affairs of the Royal City."

"Are you threatening me?"

The Prince narrowed his eyes at the elderly nun who was gently clutching the moon pendant on her chest, her face filled with sorrow.

Selma shook her head.

"Sister Olmido has been an orphan of the Church since her youth, dedicating her life and years to the Church. The Pope and I have witnessed this... Over the past century, countless monks and nuns have been taught by her, listening to the Moon Goddess’s gospel from her lips. If she were imprisoned for alleged sacrilege, many in the Church would feel outraged."

"Then who should bear the shame inflicted upon the Royal Family, the contempt suffered by the faith? Tell me, Sister Selma!"

The Prince slapped the table angrily.

Bang!

The assembly hall fell silent.

"At my birthday banquet, on this significant day for the Royal Family and the Empire, first a blasphemer publicly shamed me, slandering the great Father King, and then a meticulously planned assassination intended to put Anna and me to death!"

The Prince’s gaze was icy as he scrutinized the Moon Church and the Constellation Sect among others.

"Now you still press me to release people?"

"Your Highness..."

Hernandez, the silver-haired scholar from the Madman School, spoke gravely,

"The masterminds are the ’Solar Cross Society’ and Lutina. At this moment, we should unite, which is also beneficial in facing the increasingly unstable crisis in the Spirit World... Even if Sister Olmido and Mr. Noah are guilty, their crimes do not warrant such punishment. Why not release them now and let them contribute to the Empire later as a form of atonement?"

Hearing the old man’s suggestion, not only did the Prince not agree, but he scoffed repeatedly,

"The previous style of the Madman School was not like this... Scholar Hernandez, why aren’t you opting to stand by and watch this time?"

Dazlert said with a sneer.

He then directly turned his gaze to the last seat that had not made a statement, the Generous Council’s seat.

Previously, Houston had reached a private agreement with him, promising to steadfastly stand by his side on behalf of the Generous Council, but now that man had fallen, and Jack had taken over as the responsible person.

Although the giant tree planted by the Naturalist Sect outside the Royal City had fallen, removing this subtly discomforting threat, the stance of the Generous Council still played a critical role.

"Jack, I’d like to hear your thoughts."

The Prince’s mood calmed down as he asked the young man in the black hat.

Chen Lun felt the gaze of the high-ranking officials in the room, but he remained unaffected, simply caressing the grip of his Silver Staff, and softly said,

"Your Highness, my suggestion is to release Noah... I guarantee with my personal integrity that he has no connection to the whole affair; it is merely a misunderstanding."

"This is not a misunderstanding, Jack,"

the Prince said coldly.

"Your assurance doesn’t seem very persuasive... I am disappointed, it seems you have ultimately chosen to side with the Constellation and the Moon."

He had wanted to use even harsher mockery, but considering that the other party had just been promoted to Saint and had killed Houston in public right before the meeting, he unconsciously abandoned that thought.

"If that’s the case, the Generous Council will also no longer be involved in any affairs of the Royal City, Your Highness." frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Chen Lun said expressionlessly.

In his heart, the so-called "loyalty" was nothing compared to Noah’s safety.

He had even secretly decided that if the meeting broke down, he would discuss a joint jailbreak with Archbishop Blaze at the first opportunity.

After his promotion to "Jester," he was more confident in his ability to escape. If the Silver Dragon Witch and the Constellation Sect could distract the guards, he was sure he could rescue Noah from the Royal City.

At worst, he could lead his team to temporarily avoid the central areas and lurk in a corner to grow for a while.

Now, he was no longer as weak as before, when he had to rely on others’ power and influence; unless a group of Saints with multiple "A-level Mysterious Objects" came to ambush, or an Angel took direct action, he was confident that he could escape unscathed.

"Very well!"

Prince Dazlert’s face turned extremely ugly.

"Jack, you really did well! And you all, pushing me to yield, well then, I hereby declare—"

He stood up, gestured with his hand, and signaled the Royal Chief Secretary Franco in the corner of the assembly hall to take note.

"For the crime of Desecration, Moon Church nun Olmido, imprisoned in the Sun Dungeon for 200 years... For the crime of conspiring with extreme supernatural forces to plot against the Crown Prince, Noah Silver Dragon to be beheaded at Fire Pattern Plaza at dawn in three days!"

The prince shouted.

Whoom!!

A powerful surge of Mythical force instantly permeated, filling the entire Royal Assembly Hall. The invisible power even made the conference table, corner stone sculptures, wall paintings, and chandeliers in the ceiling shake violently.

Leading the bishops of the Constellation Sect and the Moon Church nuns led by the servant head Selma, they all cast cold glances.

Shush!

Almost simultaneously, the high-ranking people around the conference table stood up, clearly dividing into two opposing factions.

The atmosphere turned extremely tense.

Suddenly, five golden light columns descended from nowhere; five tall Golden Armored Knights appeared and guarded around the prince. Their hands gleamed, instantly forming a magnificent sword and shield, which they raised with a clashing sound.

The air was filled with a murderous aura!

Indeed, they were the "Sunlight Holy Guard" with five Saint Level Combat Power!

With numerous high-ranking forces protecting him layer by layer, fury uncontrollably played over the prince’s face as he sneered in return:

"Are you planning to force me with military power?"

He laughed coldly, his eyes even flashing with madness.

"Have the courage to try it! Come on!!"

Just as a conflict was about to break out.

Dong—

A massive, deafening bell sound suddenly rang in everyone’s ears as if it came from a distant place, yet it seemed so close.

Intense sunlight suddenly showered down from above the meeting room, causing the high-ranking officials present to change their expressions. Even the servant head Selma, a Sequence Three "Demigod," furrowed his brows, raised his hand to cover the blinding light, and squinted upward.

"Is this... the Spirit World?"

Albert frowned.

He looked around and found that the sun’s light that was increasingly dazzling. The original scenery of the assembly hall had unknowingly disappeared, replaced by a vast, empty white plaza.

"No, this is the Sun King’s Divine Kingdom."

Archbishop Terence from the Sun Church spoke gravely.

Everyone was taken aback.

The Sun King’s Divine Kingdom?!

He actually intervened!

Since Prince Dazlert was twelve years old, Emperor Andre had hardly shown himself, leaving various affairs of the Tresor Empire to this prince.

Nobody expected that now, the legendary emperor who had reigned over the continent for thousands of years, in an instant, had pulled all present into His Divine Kingdom!

"Having not felt His Majesty’s presence for many years, now it seems He has taken another big step on the path of divinity... He may have already reached the level of Sequence One, becoming a Sub-God of the fierce father as the Sun Shepherd among men," said the servant head Selma, no longer looking directly at the sunlight. Closing his slightly pained eyes, he bowed his head and spoke.

Hearing his words, everyone held their breath.

In the depths of the white plaza, a steel throne tens of meters high stood majestically. A seemingly small figure, but constantly emanating a terrifying aura, sat upon it.

The dazzling light prevented the observers from seeing His face clearly, but the dark golden armor, lion-headed shoulder guards, and a red cloak adorned with a sun-faced emblem were deeply engraved in their vision.

"Dazlert,"

a commanding voice rose.

The prince was startled at first, then took a deep breath and stepped forward.

"Father King!"

"It’s been eleven years since you have been managing the empire for me, and I have always been satisfied and proud of you... However, everything that has happened recently has disappointed me."

Dazlert’s face changed, his eyes trembled, notably fearing.

Because he saw once again, under the sunlight, that pair of indifferent eyes that almost existed only in the depths of memory, appearing again, now looking down at him with even colder indifference.