The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 1288 - 197 - The Fall Of Milham Kingdom - Part 2 (3)

Chapter 1288: Chapter 197 - The Fall Of Milham Kingdom - Part 2 (3)

"W-What do you want?" one of the administrators asked.

His voice came out thin and shaky, like the words themselves were afraid to leave his mouth. The man trembled from head to toe, and it wasn’t even subtle anymore. His hands quivered, his shoulders shook, and even his jaw rattled every time he tried to speak. Considering how old he already looked, watching him like this almost made it seem like he was about to collapse and die on the spot.

Honestly, it was a little concerning to watch.

Then again, these people had spent decades chasing immortality, so maybe this was just irony finally catching up to them. Even if their little dream had worked slightly, they were already so old that it probably wouldn’t have made much of a difference anyway.

Myrcella stood there calmly, her expression relaxed in a way that made the whole room even more uncomfortable.

"Everything would have been very easy if you had simply cooperated with me and allowed the academy to change," she said in a composed voice. "If you had just done that much, I wouldn’t have had to dig deeper into the things all of you did fifty years ago."

The room went quiet.

One of the administrators cleared his throat nervously before speaking.

"We are willing to allow whatever reforms you are trying to implement," he said quickly, almost tripping over his own words. "Although I still believe that the evidence you claim to have won’t actually accomplish anything, we are willing to cooperate with you. We can bend the rules if necessary."

His voice tried to sound confident, but his body completely betrayed him. Sweat rolled down his temples, his hands trembled against the table, and the nervous twitch on his face made it painfully obvious that he didn’t believe his own words.

Honestly, he looked like someone who had just realized the ground beneath his feet had disappeared.

"Well, at this point in time," Myrcella said lightly, "I’d like to use it to get what I want."

She clasped her hands behind her back and leaned forward just slightly, her smile widening.

"I was really, really frustrated with all the rejections you people kept throwing at me," she continued. "Every proposal, every request, every attempt to modernize things here. Denied, denied, denied. It was honestly starting to get annoying."

Her smile remained pleasant, but the words carried a quiet weight.

"And naturally," she added, "considering what I’ve found, you don’t really have the option of disagreeing with me anymore."

"If that is the case," another administrator said, his voice cracking embarrassingly in the middle of the sentence, "then yes. We will bend the rules for you."

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, though it immediately started forming again like his body had given up on pretending to be calm.

"We will set aside tradition and move toward modernization," he continued hurriedly. "If that is what you want, then we will give it to you. On one condition. You must never speak about what you believe you discovered. After all, what you found isn’t true."

The desperation in his voice was almost painful to listen to.

Myrcella blinked once.

Then she nodded casually.

"Yup," she said. "I’m glad you’re all such good listeners. Honestly, I didn’t think you’d suddenly become this cooperative. I was half expecting a dramatic speech about honor or tradition or something."

She paused, then chuckled softly.

"But hey, if you’re willing to do me a favor like this, who am I to complain?"

One of the administrators let out a long sigh of relief.

It was the kind of sigh someone makes when they think they just barely escaped disaster. His shoulders sagged, and the tension drained from his face as if a massive weight had finally been lifted from his chest.

Clearly, he believed they had managed to slip out of this situation.

Unfortunately for him, Myrcella’s smile didn’t fade.

"However," she said.

That single word instantly brought the tension back into the room.

"There are some things I might be willing to overlook," she continued calmly. "For example, an orgy. Honestly, that’s not really my business."

Her tone was casual, almost conversational.

"But I can’t exactly turn a blind eye," she added, her voice lowering slightly, "when you’ve killed thousands and thousands of innocent people just because you needed them for some large-scale operation."

The silence that followed felt heavy.

The administrators’ faces turned pale almost instantly.

"You...!" one of them snapped, his voice suddenly filled with anger. "You think you’ll get what you want by threatening us like this?!"

Myrcella tilted her head slightly.

"No," she replied.

Then she smiled again.

"But I’m pretty sure I’ll get it after all of you are replaced."

Galdea, who had been standing quietly nearby, stared at her in complete shock.

She hadn’t expected Myrcella to walk into this room and basically blow everything apart like someone firing a massive shotgun in the middle of a quiet meeting. It was sudden, brutal, and very, very effective.

"Don’t worry, Miss Galdea," Myrcella said casually. "I’m not including you in that group."

Galdea let out a small breath.

"I’m not shocked about that," she replied.

"Commander Lilia," Myrcella said as she turned slightly toward the door. "Arrest these individuals. They have committed crimes that go directly against what the Milham Kingdom stands for."

The moment the order was spoken, the doors burst open.

Lilia and Veronica stepped in first, followed by the unmistakable presence of armed Magic Knights behind them.

The sudden entrance made the room feel even smaller.

"Anyone who tries anything funny," Lilia said in a cold, flat voice, "is getting slashed."

It wasn’t said loudly.

But somehow that made it more threatening.

The administrators clenched their teeth.

"You...!" one of them shouted. "Who gave you the right to do this?! You cannot arrest us based on fabricated claims made by the Princess! Even if you are the commander of the Magic Knights, that doesn’t mean you can just do whatever you want!"

Lilia didn’t even look angry.

If anything, she looked mildly bored.

"I’m sorry," she said calmly. "But this is a royal decree."

She crossed her arms slightly.

"You can’t go against it. And neither can I."

Then she smiled.

It wasn’t a friendly smile.

Moments later, the room filled with the sound of armored boots as Magic Knights poured into the chamber. The administrators were quickly surrounded before they even had the chance to properly react.

Some of them tried to resist.

Some of them shouted curses.

A few even attempted to struggle.

But none of it mattered.

They were old men and women who had spent decades hiding behind authority and power. Against trained knights, their resistance looked almost pathetic.

One by one, they were restrained and dragged toward the doors.

The chamber slowly emptied as their protests faded down the hallway.

Galdea stood there in silence for a moment, watching the entire scene unfold.

Then she looked back at Myrcella.

"I didn’t expect you to do something like this, Princess," she admitted.

Myrcella gave a small shrug.

"I’m sorry for changing the plan at the last minute, Miss Galdea," she said. "But after hearing everything they’ve done, I don’t think I could have just let them walk away."

Her voice remained calm, but there was a quiet firmness behind it.

"They have to be punished."

Galdea didn’t respond immediately.

She already had a very clear idea of what kind of punishment awaited them, but she didn’t feel the need to say it out loud.

Crimes like the ones they had committed demanded a price.

And when those crimes involved the deaths of thousands of innocent people, piled on top of decades of corruption and secrecy, the outcome was almost unavoidable.

There was only one punishment that fit something that severe.

The death penalty.