Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 837 - 159: Remnants

"As for you, Miss Red Hair."

In an instant, several unfamiliar faces slowly walked into the study, and Mire-Bloodthorn withdrew into the ranks. Compared to the guards of Bloodthorn Manor, the newcomers exuded an imposing presence, evident at a glance as high-tier Transcendents.

The man in the black cloak glanced at the broken window behind Other Shore and said, "If you're thinking of escaping through the back window, Cedric and the Imperial Army are guarding outside at this moment, so I advise surrender — it will be easier for both you and me."

He spoke as he took out a photograph.

"Since that day, I've been contemplating the relationship between you and the Witch. Considering how well you understand each other, yet coexist peacefully, there's only one answer..."

The photograph captured today's scene of Other Shore and Ethan sitting side by side outside Bloodthorn Manor, gnawing on hard bread. "This clarifies the reason for your infiltration into the Imperial Capital. Are you remnants of the Violet Commune?"

This godforsaken place also has the Violet Commune?

Other Shore was taken aback.

However, the man in the black cloak truly wasn't mistaken. Lindong indeed was a member of the Violet Commune. Even though Ethan hadn't explicitly stated their purpose within the Royal Palace, judging by their approach, their plans likely resembled those of the past Violet Commune.

In the eyes of the man in the black cloak, Other Shore's reaction was tantamount to acknowledging his conjecture.

That had been during the reign of Henry V.

Compared to the "Demon King," the source of all evil, the Violet Commune had once genuinely threatened the rule of the Silver Radiance Empire. The reason was that a family holding a "spark" participated in that grand movement, providing weapons to the rebels and cultivating several high-tier Transcendents capable of threatening royal family members.

At that time, they were only a step away from success.

Meanwhile, within the Royal Palace.

Balmon-Margaret bathed in the moonlight, walked alone into the empty and desolate palace hall. A majestic figure sat on the throne, staring down at Balmon, who visited late at night.

What a nostalgic scene.

Balmon looked around, reportedly, his father also once arrived here.

He carved a bloody path from the Forbidden Guards of the Royal Palace, with the escort of family Death Warriors all the way to His Majesty.

Margaret was the surname of a household servant, as for his father and their family, they abandoned the title and surname that originally symbolized honor, becoming the disgrace of the Silver Radiance Empire.

Perhaps then Henry VI was here, witnessing the revolution that almost overturned the empire.

Balmon had a vague premonition but still maintained a composed demeanor as he bowed to the figure on the throne, "What is the reason for your summons, Your Majesty?" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Balmon, Balmon, Balmon..."

The figure on the throne silently repeated his name, as if savoring the meaning represented by the name.

From a simple noble family in Gear City, his ancestors were once Barons, long severed from connections with the Imperial Capital. By Balmon's generation, the noble status had long been nominal. Yet, such an unimpressive character climbed to the position of Imperial Chancellor after reaching the Imperial Capital.

Many nobles in the Imperial Capital screened Balmon's family lineage, but ultimately, apart from results like "hillbilly" or "impure blood," there weren't many attack points to find, even for Balmon's potential political enemies — the ancestral Baron status seemed more like a bad debt from Henry IV or Henry III era.

Every generation has its little figures granted titles in remote cities. Far from the Imperial Capital, they naturally couldn't remember every bad debt.

Henry VI's gaze suddenly became incredibly sharp.

Until, his child uncovered some sealed histories.

"I think this might not be your true name."

"I don't understand what you're saying, Your Majesty."

Balmon responded with a smile.

"We have ample time, I'll help you remember."

Henry VI looked down at Balmon smiling below the throne, for the first time finding his feigned smile glaring, stirring some unpleasant memories deep within him.

In the same location, within this grand hall.

At that time, he wasn't yet the King. He witnessed as a participant that moment called the "Disgrace of the Empire."

The majestic figure on the throne confronted those who stormed into the hall, bathed in blood.

The Violet Commune.

That was a name he learned after the dust settled from the revolution, and all the rebels were sent to the guillotine, executed before countless Imperial citizens — a commune started by a grand noble of the Imperial Capital, a "spark" holder, who funded the commune, which was no longer merely simple rebels or rioters. They were organized, disciplined, conspiring for years as close to the Royal Family as possible.

Even worse, the appearance of the Violet Commune caused a crack in the imperial citizens' numbed hearts, giving them a glimpse of another possibility for the empire.

This was also why he had to restart the "Heroes and Demon King" game after ascending to power.

The greatest harm brought by the Violet Commune's revolution was the incitement of Imperial citizens to start thinking. Especially after the "Demon King" vanished for nearly a century, they began to question whether the Royal Family and nobles truly were their "guardians," or had they quietly transformed into exploiters after gaining power.