System: Build My Own Territory-Chapter 664 - 237: Purging the Imperial Court

Mitchell’s right hand clenched into a fist, slamming heavily onto the table in front of him.

Bang!

A low and boundless voice filled with anger emanated from his mouth.

"I, Mitchell Carolin, am the eldest son of the Carolingian Royal Family of the Karedi Empire!"

"The future Emperor of the Karedi Empire!"

Mitchell opened his mouth, taking a deep breath of air.

Trying to ease the rage in his heart.

A few seconds later. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Mitchell spoke: "Some people, taking advantage of my father Charlemagne VI’s critical illness, have applied various means to support my younger brother, Caesar."

"The motives of these people are simple."

"To use their military power and economic strength to push Caesar onto the throne."

"They wish to become the puppet masters of the Emperor of the Empire."

"They want to legitimately control the entire Karedi Empire."

"Their wolf’s ambitions are hard to bear."

"At that time, the nation will be a nation no more, and the people will be in turmoil!"

Those seated around the dining table, lord nobility, and merchants, their expressions darkened.

Mitchell’s tone shifted, continuing his speech.

"Therefore, as the eldest son of the royal family, as the future Emperor of the Empire."

"I, Mitchell, have gathered you all to unify all available forces and eliminate treachery!"

The brows of those present raised, looking toward Mitchell.

...

An hour later.

The banquet concluded.

On the balcony on the third floor.

Mitchell’s long hair and the robe on his body swayed continuously under the night breeze.

His vibrant gaze steadfastly focused below.

There.

One figure after another boarded the luxurious carriages in the castle courtyard.

Driven by coachmen, escorted by guards, they traveled over the cobblestone driveway, departing the castle.

Finally, vanishing into the night.

A series of unhurried footsteps sounded behind him, approaching from far to near.

Stopping three or four meters behind him.

A respectful and inquisitive voice sounded.

"Your Highness."

Upon hearing this voice, Mitchell turned around to look.

The young man stood slightly bent.

Wearing an evening dress, and on the chest was an emblem where a greatsword and shield intersected.

Mitchell pondered for a moment, "Marquis Mark, do you know why I kept you back alone?"

Mark Ducas straightened slightly, shaking his head in confusion.

"Your Highness, Mark does not know..."

Mitchell wasn’t surprised, he questioned.

"Those grotesque expressions at the banquet, I suppose you saw them?"

Mark furrowed his brow, hesitated to speak.

Ultimately, choosing silence.

Bear in mind that just minutes ago, everyone at the dining table, including him, had sworn allegiance to Mitchell Carolin!

But now, Mitchell spoke such words?

Mitchell continued: "Mark, speak freely."

"It’s just us two here."

Upon hearing this, Mark hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded: "Your Highness, as you said, I did see them."

Mitchell responded: "Indeed, because of your youth, they chose to underestimate and disdain you."

"Simply because you inherited the Marquisate; simply because you haven’t established accomplishments; simply because you are too young!"

Mark fell silent again.

Mitchell continued: "Marquis Mark!"

"I can tell you clearly, if you don’t do something, you will never change their attitude towards you!"

"Just as in the past, how did being dubbed as the ’Spear of the Empire’ help me?"

"As the emperor’s eldest son, it is only natural for me to inherit the throne."

"But, they dare to support Caesar as the Emperor of the Karedi Empire!"

"How can my ability be compared to Caesar who indulges in idle luxury and women?"

"But, Emperor Charlemagne VI turns a blind eye!"

At this point.

Mitchell’s tone grew intense and fervent.

"Then let’s fight!"

"Even if it means spreading the flames of war across the entire empire, let there be a conclusive outcome!"

"To prove, who is the true Emperor of the Empire, who is truly destined by fate!"

Listening to Mitchell’s passionate words.

Mark bowed his body, respectfully inquiring.

"Your Highness, what do you require of me?"

Mitchell stared directly at Mark, his voice resounding firmly.

"Marquis Mark, I need you to rally the Ducas Clan and all forces from your territory, and set up camp at Windmill Ridge Canyon."

"Await my next instruction."

Mark’s face showed resolve, immediately replying: "Yes, Your Highness!"

Upon hearing Mark’s affirmative response, Mitchell’s face lit up with a smile, full of relief.

"Indeed, the Ducas Clan is forever the greatsword and shield of the Carolingian Royal Family."

"Both offensive and defensive!"

"Once successful, I, Mitchell, will not forget the support of the Ducas Clan."

"Retreat and take rest."

Mark bowed, bid farewell, and retreated.

Walking along the corridor illuminated by oil lamps, his mind quickly contemplated.

Windmill Ridge Canyon is not near Triumph City.

Rather, it’s on the road from the Duchy of the Red Dragon leading to Triumph City!

Although Windmill Ridge Canyon isn’t the only path.

But to launch forces from the Duchy of the Red Dragon towards Triumph City for battle.

Choosing to pass through Windmill Ridge Canyon is the most time-efficient way!

Mitchell wants him to gather all the forces in the entire Marquisate and camp at Windmill Ridge Canyon...