Reborn as the Third Prince: To Build and Conquer my way to Royalty.-Chapter 76 - 200 members in total.

[The Queen’s Blade.]

Sylus’s eyes had a red glow, directly linked to Eric’s.

By the time the ability had fully activated, Eric’s pupils had taken the red glow, allowing him to fall under any command state Sylus had given him.

Just from the constant discomfort in his head, he could tell something was wrong.

Instinctively looking away, he shook his head, trying to ward off the feeling.

And then, Sylus spoke.

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In an instant, Eric felt a burning sensation stir within him and begin to intensify with each passing moment.

While he did not scream, one could still tell he was in deep pain; his eyes rolled over, and his fingers twitched.

Then suddenly, the pain stopped, and Eric’s eyes returned to normal, tears dripping from the sides of his eyes.

If he had endured that pain for a second longer, he was sure he would have died.

Staring at the ceiling for a good amount of time, he wondered, how was he still alive when he was burning from the inside out?

The fire licking against his skin and the suffocation of the smoke gathering inside his throat—that felt real.

He glanced at his arm in hopes of seeing any signs of burns or anything to prove he was indeed on fire just a few moments ago.

Alas, he was left in shock; there wasn’t a single burn mark on his skin.

An illusion?

Not long after the realization, the Count turned his attention towards Sylus.

With his legs crossed and his jaw resting on his knuckles, the young prince sat placidly on the chair.

Have you worked it out yet? Sylus uttered.

It made the Count frightened, almost afraid, to know that the prince had such a power at his disposal.

If this individual could put him in a constant state of imaginary pain forever, then there was absolutely no reason for him to defy such a person.

Eric kept quiet, making up his mind to fully listen to whatever Sylus had to say.

"If you wish to not feel the pain you just endured, then I urge you to answer my questions with total honesty. Lies will not be tolerated."

The Count gave a nod of recognition.

"Why are you sponsoring the terrorist organization ruining the Lower City? Is there anyone else helping you with this?"

The man had hesitation plastered on his face.

"I needed them to control the Lower City so I could extort from them without having the people run away to seek shelter elsewhere."

’Control by fear.’

"By that, you mean using them to play politics."

"Y-yes, I knew the king wouldn’t meddle in such affairs, so instead, he would send funds to help with the military to suppress the matter. T-that is where I get all the money from."

Alfred was visibly disgusted.

"He is right, my lord; I remember the king budging some prices to help battle terrorists. But to think it was going to this man of all people."

Sylus sighed.

’I already called it; he was going to be an awful count.’

He then asked another question, "How many people are there in this organization you have built?"

Eric looked to the side. "I don’t know the exact number. I only give their leader money to tackle things for me; I don’t know any more than that."

Looking at the pathetic man, Sylus could tell he was telling the truth.

So, it was time to call out the insider.

He looked towards the man in red sleeping on the ground.

"Wake him up."

Zani acted, grabbed the man’s hair, and then—

Baam!

She smashed it hard on the ground.

The man screamed, blood dripping from his nose.

"He was awake this whole time," said Zani before releasing her hold on his hair and letting him fall back down to the ground.

Her approach left Sylus and Alfred somewhat perplexed; she was a little too aggressive today.

Sylus didn’t exactly mind; her reasons were by all means justified.

"I assume you are aware of their numbers?"

The question was thrown at the man.

With his face still facing the ground, the man in red didn’t say a word. He didn’t even move.

An action that quickly angered Zani, as she raised her foot, ready to smash his head in.

"Each faction consists of at least 40 members, and that is excluding the new members forced to join, and also the children. We have five factions—"

The man finally responded.

Frightened by the numbers, Zani looked in Sylus’s direction.

"That’s 200 members," she said out loud.

’That is indeed much for a gang; it only goes to show they must have been growing, in hopes of one day taking the Upper City. The more they are, the stronger they can battle the military forces.’

Sylus moved his attention away from the bandit and towards Eric.

"Sigh! Are you even aware of your military count?"

Eric couldn’t give an answer, mainly because he didn’t have one.

The sight irritated Sylus; this man before him was nothing of a leader—he was, if anything, a burden to the nation as a whole.

There were so many things Sylus wanted to say to him; however, the murmurs of soldiers gathering in front of the mansion could already be heard.

’So they are here.’

Gracefully, Sylus stood up from the chair he was seated on and then placed one hand in his pocket while looking down at the two criminals.

Even before he took a single step forward, Eric already began panicking.

He too could hear the uproars of soldiers gathering outside.

"Please, my lord, I beg of you to please spare me. I have a wife; she is out of town at the moment, but she doesn’t deserve a dead husband. I’ll change my ways and make this city a better place for Verdenez. I swear in the name of the king."

Sylus turned to him, "How many people from the Lower City do you think pleaded the way you have right now? I haven’t even said I’d kill you, and you already surrendered yourself to me to save yourself. How many do you think had it worse?"

His eyes glowed. "You don’t deserve the life you’ve been given."

With that, Sylus walked away. But before he walked past the door, he gave a single order to Zani.

"Kill them both."

And Zani, who had been waiting for this opportunity, didn’t miss it, not even by a second.

Before the man could even open his mouth to plead, multiple thorns appeared out of thin air and stabbed him in every part of his body.

A terrible death.

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