I Created Scientific Magic-Chapter 285 - 272: Do You Dare to Swear in Front of the Great Lord?

Chapter 285: Chapter 272: Do You Dare to Swear in Front of the Great Lord?

“I have already instructed someone to notify His Eminence the Archbishop…”

In response to King Basel’s question, Nord spoke in a grave tone, and with him, two priests had also managed to escape back.

Due to the exceedingly urgent situation, they split into two groups so that they could report the news at the earliest opportunity and discuss solutions together with both the Church and the Kingdom.

“Furthermore, I suspect that a great Wizard is involved, possibly even masterminding this miners’ revolt behind the scenes, in an attempt to subvert the entire Kingdom!” Nord went on to say.

Because of the terrifying barrage of fire that engulfed the battlefield at the end, it may have been the fifth-circle magic “Meteor Fire Rain,” but having never seen it himself, he could not be completely sure.

The assembled nobles had plunged into complete panic and fear, some even suggesting to request the Empire’s aid since their combined strength was far from sufficient to quell this rebellion.

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Amid the rising clamor, King Basel was hesitant.

Although the Kingdom of Hattar was a vassal state of the Empire, it still maintained a high degree of autonomy due to historical reasons. Once he decided to seek help from the Empire, they would surely seize the opportunity to station troops within the kingdom. If that happened, all his lifelong efforts to consolidate royal power would have been in vain.

Just as reluctant to have the Empire’s interference was Hattar, after all, the fate of these miners was directly linked to the crown prince’s position. Though his competitor Harold’s forces were greatly diminished, the principle was very important!

With this in mind, Hattar quickly stood up and declared loudly.

“Father, I believe there is no need to seek help from the Empire; the situation has not yet reached such dire straits!”

“Duke Kriman was merely caught unawares this time, and due to his mediocre abilities lost the kingdom’s elite forces. I’m willing to personally lead the troops and join Archbishop Anluoke to resolve this miners’ revolt!” Hattar declared confidently.

Hattar’s statement surprised everyone in the great hall.

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Nord and the knights had already made it very clear; Duke Kriman hadn’t fallen into a trap, but rather had been decisively defeated by the rebel forces.

All fifteen thousand men were wiped out, not even the Duke himself managed to escape.

This indicated that the enemy was far more terrifying than they had imagined. It was like a pit of fire, and now Hattar was eager to jump right into it…

A few of the more astute quickly caught on; when they had discussed subjugating these miners half a month ago, Hattar had been dragging his feet with no action, and now he was strangely eager, which was obviously abnormal.

“Wait, Prince Hattar, you didn’t seem to be very surprised when Bishop Nord reported just now?” a court minister suddenly asked with a cold voice.

Harold also quickly caught on, remembering the mocking glance Nord had given him upon entering the room; a chill surged from the soles of his feet to his heart, but even more so, rage.

“Hattar… it was you, you must have colluded with those followers of the Evil God, scheming this miners’ revolt to propel yourself onto the throne!” Harold roared in anger, and then turned to look at King Basel on the throne.

“Father, my spy who was sent to surveil Hattar reported back that groups of people with unidentified identities and strange clothing frequently come and go from his residence, most likely those followers of the Evil God!”

Hattar’s expression remained unchanged as he spoke with a mocking tone, “Stop your groundless daydreaming and suspicions, Harold! Why don’t you say that the entire kingdom has been occupied by believers of the Evil God?”

“The matter of subduing the mine slaves, which concerns the position of the crown prince, you seemed not to be in a hurry before,” Harold retorted coldly and bluntly.

“I am not as impatient as you are, Harold. A few days ago, I had some disagreements with Marquis Visi over the subjugation of the mine slaves, which is why it has been delayed for some days, and I had no choice but to send Earl Gard ahead to scout the situation,” Hattar explained slowly and deliberately, pausing before continuing with a sigh.

“As for now, I’m afraid Earl Gard has probably been killed by those rioters!”

“Do you dare to swear by the great Lord that the miners’ uprising and those wizards appearing in the Earl’s territories have nothing to do with you?” Harold spat out viciously, clearly aware that Hattar was lying.

All in the great hall looked at Hattar with questioning eyes, since the nobles who crusaded against the mine slaves were staunch followers of Harold, and their deaths would benefit no one more than Hattar himself!

Under the scrutinizing gaze of the crowd, Hattar broke into a cold sweat on his forehead. Swearing by the name of the True God was no laughing matter.

But he was even more aware that once the truth was exposed, what awaited him would be the harshest trial from King Basel and the church.

“Of course… I dare to swear by the great Lord!” Hattar forced himself to sound calm.

“Like every one of you, I only heard about the mine slaves from Earl Joyce half a month ago. I was completely unaware before that, else may I die under the punishment of the Lord, amidst the endless hellfire!”

Hattar’s voice was very firm, without the slightest tremor, since he was not lying—half a month earlier he had known nothing about it, as it was all planned by Master Anthony.

Then, without waiting for further questions from Harold, Hattar spoke with smug satisfaction, “Father, please grant me permission to personally lead the troops to annihilate all these rebels and believers of the Evil God that are ravaging the kingdom!”

“I will discuss this matter with Sir Anluoke before making a decision,” King Basel spoke with a much colder tone, then announced the meeting adjourned, promptly leaving the palace with a few attendants and Bishop Nord to head to the church.

Hattar remained in place, confused. He could not understand why his father would reject his proposal—was there someone more suitable than him?

What made Hattar even more anxious was the fact that King Basel’s attitude had become particularly estranged, leaving him puzzled.

When Rickman was swaggering outside the capital with his troops, Hattar had heard from a bribed attendant that Basel, in a fit of rage, had smashed his favorite vase.

Hattar understood his father’s reaction well, his brother had not only garnered the support of nearly half the kingdom’s nobility but also had the backing of the church, a force potentially more powerful than the kingdom itself!

While the kingdom had suffered no small losses in this battle, it wasn’t entirely a bad thing, as it at least eliminated some of the kingdom’s unstable elements…

But now, Basel’s reaction was utterly baffling to Hattar.

There was someone who might be able to answer his questions…