Extra: Yandere Milfs Obsessed with me!-Chapter 179: The Prophet Nostradamus Will Bring Peace to Their Restless Souls ~

The news of the death of Isabella, fiancée of the imperial prince Julian, spread like wildfire throughout the empire of Alexandria.

People talked about it everywhere, in the great cities as well as in the most remote villages. The entire empire was gripped by a chilling shiver. Her assassination had plunged the Donoghan duchy into deep mourning.

The newspapers, operating tirelessly, lined up special editions upon special editions, their headlines constantly questioning the circumstances of the tragedy: how could such a crime strike so close to the heart of power? An anxiety seemed to weigh on the shoulders of all citizens. After all, if a personality of that stature could be killed so easily, then what about ordinary commoners who had no one to protect them?

The official investigations had progressed rapidly. The imperial authorities had shed light on the role of the Black Neon organization in this affair. And finally came to the conclusion that Black Neon was not an ordinary band of criminals.

It was a well-structured organization, responsible for the death of a large number of students at Sky City Academy. The reports indicated that these students had been targeted because they were linked to sufficiently influential noble families. Citizens began to speak openly about it. Speculations multiplied, and soon the organization was on everyone’s lips, a name that inspired terror.

Among the testimonies, that of Kris, Isabella Donoghan’s brother, stood out the most. Declaring that the leader of Black Neon, known for about three years in the empire, had the reputation of a ruthless vigilante, killing nobles judged corrupt, those who abused their power to enrich themselves at the people’s expense while committing various other crimes.

He had not made the connection between The Predator and Kaiser and had even praised him.

Continuing their investigations along this trail, the investigators stumbled upon an even more troubling revelation. The Predator, as formidable and elusive as he was, would ultimately be only a subordinate.

All the trails led back to an even more enigmatic figure, known only under the cryptonym Nostradamus. This name began to circulate throughout the empire. Questions, however, multiplied much faster than answers.

For the moment, this mystery only thickened the fog of uncertainty enveloping Black Neon’s objective.

Nevertheless, the criminal nature of Black Neon was no longer in doubt for the authorities, given how violent its methods and devastating its actions were. At first glance, it seemed logical to associate it, or even confuse it, with Spectrum, a group of demon worshippers known to be enemies of the Holy Cathedral, which periodically sowed disorder in the empire.

However, a more in-depth analysis of field reports revealed a major contradiction: Black Neon’s jackals did not hesitate to hunt down and execute influential cadres of Spectrum itself. This discovery caused considerable unease among the Holy Cathedral’s investigative circles.

This observation, confirmed by other clues, led to a disturbing hypothesis: Black Neon seemed to operate according to a form of summary justice, systematically eliminating individuals whom the imperial judicial apparatus, through slowness or impotence, failed to condemn. Their targets were not chosen at random but constituted a blacklist of the most harmful elements of the empire, without distinction of their criminal affiliation or nobility.

This deduction eventually filtered into the public.

And this moral ambiguity, this status of outlaw vigilantes, made the organization both fascinating and more dangerous in the eyes of the population, as it undermined the exclusive legitimacy of the State to deliver justice.

At the same time, Isabella’s assassination had inflamed to a critical point the latent tensions between the imperial family and the powerful Pendragon house.

Emperor Leonard himself, in increasingly vehement statements, hinted that the Pendragons bore part of the responsibility for the tragedy. In return, the Pendragon seat remained silent, perceived by many as an admission of guilt.

Far more precise rumors, fueled by anonymous but repeated sources, began circulating in the chancelleries. They suggested not only involvement, but manipulation: Black Neon would be the Pendragons’ sword, a clandestine instrument used to weaken their rivals and settle scores without directly dirtying their hands.

These questions, still lacking tangible proof, now obsessed every mind. The once unthinkable prospect of a direct armed conflict between the Crown and one of the greatest legendary houses was becoming an increasingly probable scenario.

At the heart of this growing instability, two organizations fully profited from the disorganization of institutions: Black Neon and Spectrum. While imperial authority struggled to impose an order that had become illusory, these groups acted with complete impunity. Their interventions, whether clandestine or publicized, continually fueled a climate of fear and rendered any attempt at reconciliation between the commoners, the nobility, and the imperial family doomed to failure.

Among the most destitute of the plebs, resentment toward the nobility had now surpassed all other considerations.

Indeed, the aristocrats had grown accustomed to throwing lavish parties in their palaces and spending fortunes on silk dresses or rare wines, while the people endured strict rationing on bread and basic goods.

And even the last crumbs were taken either as taxes by the imperial family or as obligatory offerings to the Holy Cathedral.

Alexandria being a theocratic empire, refusing this norm meant being labeled a heretic and executed. After all, everyone knew that even the emperor bowed before His Holiness.

This daily injustice, as blatant as it was unbearable, gradually transformed fear into admiration for Black Neon.

Every corrupt noble who had met death over the years was seen as proof that justice, absent from the courts.

Thus, in the taverns, it was openly said that Black Neon accomplished what the emperor himself dared not undertake. For a growing portion of the population, Black Neon embodied a form of justice.

In the poor districts, this fervor gave rise to revolts and strikes among the serfs who lived like shit. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Calling on The Predator and Black Neon to come free them from these hypocritical nobles who wanted to zombify them with religion.

To Black Neon...

Kaiser looked at Eleanor’s report on what was currently happening.

A faint smile spread across his face.

"This is much better than I thought..."

Eleanor nodded: "Do you intend to get involved in the empire’s politics?"

"Politics? Nahh."

"On the other hand, I’m sure that The Prophet Nostradamus will bring peace to their restless souls ~." He added with his smile widening.