I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 720 - 454 The Nabile Forest Castle Battle

Anlong United Kingdom.

The capital of Yake Duchy, Neitmoni.

Inside the splendid Royal Palace, King Tiha Moyier sat on his high throne, stroking the gold and jewel-encrusted armrests, yet he felt none of the relaxed joy of days past.

The beautiful Queen at his side looked towards her husband, her eyes filled with concern. These days, her husband’s hair had turned significantly whiter; his face often inadvertently revealed a sense of demoralization and despair, which made her extremely uneasy.

"Your Majesty, the Xierol Duchy has already surrendered, and they even sent envoys to persuade… to persuade you to surrender."

Below the throne, a minister clad in dark purple robes and a dark green cap bent his waist at a ninety-degree angle and spoke solemnly.

"Shameless!"

"The faceless scum!"

"Has the Petar Royal Family fallen so low as to become the Empire’s lapdogs?! When we swore allegiance together and established the United Kingdom, they didn’t display such spineless, disgusting behavior!"

"Send their envoys packing! We can’t let our land be tainted by these people’s presence; it’s sickening!"

Nobles on both sides of the grand palace hall rebuked loudly.

Their movements were forceful, fists clenched tightly, expressions fierce, as if naturally revealing their anger in a mix of fear and tension... whether it was anger at their ally’s betrayal or because of their own inner cowardice.

The Yake King did not respond; he gripped the armrest tightly, veins popping, his gaze poker-faced as it swept over the seats to his left, where five exquisite chairs stood.

These chairs were reserved for the revered Saints of the Yake Duchy, but now only one figure sat there, the rest empty.

King Tiha Moyier sighed silently.

"Your Majesty Ibrayin, regarding Yake’s current situation, what are your thoughts? I would like to hear your opinion…"

He tried to keep his tone as steady as possible, not wanting to reveal his nervousness to others.

With a head adorned in pearl ornaments, and short ash-grey hair that looked mysteriously elegant under their luster—if Chen Lun were here, he would recognize that the incarnation he once fought on the walls of Hercules Bridgehead Fortress belonged to this Saint.

He slowly turned his head, glanced at the Yake King on the high seat, and simply shook his head.

"Your Majesty Tiha, I am powerless to help."

With those words, the King’s heart sank sharply.

Even though he had been mentally prepared, at that very moment, he still felt an overwhelming sense of loss.

The nobles in the hall also fell deathly silent; regardless of their previous fervor, now all that remained was despair. The calm words of Your Majesty the Saint were like a grim verdict on their future.

"The might of the Tresor Empire is beyond any description... Engaging them in battle was a mistake from the start; I had already warned you."

Ibrayin rose from his chair with a soft sigh.

"Excuse my bluntness, but the moment the Red Apple Church collapsed, everything was already destined, even I cannot reverse it… Even without the various border skirmishes, there would have been the self-directed ’assassination’ drama by the Sun Prince, or even the ’fuse’ secretly lit by the Rose Royal Family… The Yake Duchy, and even the Anlong United Kingdom, were ultimately too weak."

His words gently echoed in the hall, like an ice pick fiercely stabbing into everyone’s hearts.

No one dared to contradict him; perhaps, they had tacitly agreed with his statement.

Ibrayin surveyed the palace for a moment before finally looking towards the King and Queen on the high seats.

"Your Majesty Tiha, I am tired; I would like to lay down the burdens related to the war... Unknowingly, thirteen years have gone by, and I have repaid the debt of gratitude to my family. Once the war is over, I will leave… But rest assured, no matter what happens next, I will still fulfill my final promise to protect you and the direct bloodline of the Royal Family until the moment I leave."

"Your Majesty Ibrayin…"

The Yake King’s expression tightened, and he reflexively rose from his throne.

This last ray of hope was about to depart, plunging him into despair.

Ibrayin no longer looked at him; dragging his long, silver-white dress behind him, he stepped toward the exit of the palace until his figure disappeared from view.

King Tiha sat back on the throne as if soulless, the Queen quickly came over, worried about her husband, but the King just shook his head, saying nothing.

Who knows how long the suffocating silence lasted.

Suddenly, a finely dressed minister ran into the hall, breathlessly announcing to the King with excitement:

"Your Majesty, our plea for aid to the Beelzebub Kingdom has been answered! They have also sent envoys!"

The Yake King suddenly looked up, his eyes brightening as if he saw the first light of dawn.

"Summon the envoys! Quickly!"

The messenger, seeing this, did not even bother to wipe the sweat from his forehead and hastily turned to leave.

Shortly after.

The man returned to the grand hall with a group of people.

The envoy group was not numerous, just around a dozen people, led by a lean middle-aged man with a goatee, wearing a dark red, tight-fitting, expensive cotton dress with subtle rose patterns on it.

The man came before the throne, bowed lightly, and presented himself.

His voice was a strange, fluctuating tone, slightly different from the common Tresor language, seemingly with a different accent:

"King of Yake, Your Majesty Tiha Moyier, I am Urbert, head of the Rose Envoy Group... By the decree of the Rose King, I have come to offer your Majesty assistance."