Restart:Untalented Man

"How's the situation at the palace?" the count asked. He was so absorbed by the situation here and almost forgot the group of nobles in the palace.

"Our soldiers meet strong opposition from the Royal Guards stationed there. It is not a surprise since they need to ensure the highest security level to safeguard influential members of nobility during the coronation ceremony. However, worry not, Your Majesty. We have sent most of our firepower to blast the Royal Palace to smithereens. Success is within our hands."

"They better not end up destroying the palace's library. I don't want to anger that brat and jeopardize my territory." Reminded the count.

"Rest assured, Your Majesty. I've personally given clear instructions to them."

"Good. I've gotten bored seeing the soldiers work here. There's nothing else for me to do. Let's go to the palace, Rupert. It's been a while since I saw my fellow nobles."

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The two of them reached the palace on their horses within a few minutes. Both of them look left and right. The numerous signs of the blast speak to the intensity of the battle by itself. The palace gate and wall that surround the palace area crumble. The once beautiful garden was totally destroyed along with finely sculpted statues. Corpses were everywhere with blood still flowing out of their bodies.

Count Naharog sees happiness on each of the soldiers' faces. The battle ended with a victory on their side. Presently, they were busy looting Napuna's treasury and all the luxuries in the palace. He allows them to do it as their reward.

He and Rupert made their way deeper into the palace. They were accompanied by a group of soldiers to guard the count's safety. To the audience hall where the nobles were held, waiting for his arrival.

Shortly after that, he entered the hall and made his way to the throne in the middle before sitting on it comfortably.

After scanning their pale-coloured faces, he opened his mouth and sarcastically said, "Well, well, well... Isn't this my fellow noble friends. Are you guys doing well? You all look constipated. Did you eat bad food during the coronation ceremony?"

"Nelson! You bastard! F*cking traitor! Let us go!" Count Caushilbo begins cursing him. The rope tied both his hand and feet. The same goes for other nobles.

He sneered, "Calm down, Claus. No need to look brave in front of me. I know you are angry with things that I did at Szazki." Then, he said to Rupert, "Take Wendall away."

Rupert left the count's side and took the confused Wendall out of the audience hall.

"Wait! Why him?!" Count Caushilbo hastily asked.

"To make a long story short, he is part of the deal I made." Count Naharog is too lazy to give them an explanation.

"And that deal you made is between you and Ryntum, I assume?" Catherina interrupted the conversation.

The count's eyes flickered in the queen's direction. "Yes, my queen. They provide a lot of ammunition and information for this conquest, albeit not for free. By the way, may I ask where your son is?"

"He had a long run away." She gave a short reply.

Hearing her words, the count immediately laughed out loud. He almost thought his ears played a trick on him. "That's a shame. Here I thought he would at least try to fight us. It looks like he isn't as brave as his father. At the very least, he is smart to know when to retreat."

"What would happen to us?" The queen asked again.

The count doesn't reply to her questions right away. Instead, he gives a signal to his soldiers.

Without raising a single question, his soldiers swiftly moved forward and killed the noblemen in the hall. Blood steadily poured out of the decapitated part of their bodies.

It caused a momentary shock for everyone else and delayed their response for a few seconds.

Then, the scream filled the hall. Anger, sadness, fear and regret mix together, producing beautiful music in Count's ear.

He diverts his sight to Catherina's direction, "This is what's gonna happen. I'm going to eliminate all the nobles here and erase the Napuna dynasty altogether. You, noblewomen have an additional job to do before dying."

Like raging wolves attacking sheep, Naharog soldiers rush to the noblewomen in the hall. Dresses made of fine silk, gold, silver and encrusted with jewels were torn to shreds. They were left with nothing on their bodies. Not even a single strand of thread.

The soldiers who have been away from the warmth of women thoroughly enjoy the delicacies served before them, ignoring the screams under them.

An hour passed in a blink of an eye. The majority of the noblewomen completely lost their minds. Their eyes are void of any liveliness as light diminished from it.

"If you're done with them, let your comrade enjoy them as well." said the count. For the past hour, he simply watches his soldiers enjoying themselves but he himself couldn't bear it anymore.

They obeyed the words of their king and dragged the noblewomen through the streets. Each of them becomes a plaything for Naharog soldiers.

Catherina on one side was dragged by the count to the Royal Cemetery. Count Naharog ravaged the queen right in front of Nicholas's tomb until dusk. After spending all of his energy relieving himself, he killed the former queen of Napuna and left her buck naked corpse there.

He walks to the tomb which belongs to Nicholas's father. With a hint of madness in his eyes, the count speaks, "Did you see it? I ravaged your kingdom and its people like you did to my mother. I waited for decades to enact my revenge and it has proven worthwhile for me. However, with your grandson still free out there, I won't stop until I erase Napuna bloodline from this world."

Only his voice and a gust of wind could be heard in the cemetery. But he doesn't care. He wanted to let out all the anger he had held for years.

Count Naharog let out a long sigh. He stood up promptly after stabilizing his mind.

The day has turned into night. However, the city is brightly lit up by the campfire made using the rumbles.

He slowly walks to the city centre. Most of the soldiers are still enjoying themselves. A weird combination of laughter from the soldiers and cries from women resound in the city.

Still, they didn't forget to greet their king with respect in which Count Naharog very proud of.

This atrocities continues for a week.

It'll eventually be called 'One Week of Madness' by the historians.