Don’t raise unruly people in extreme cold weather

Chapter 373: Massacre is just to vent anger
Someone begged for mercy, which did not surprise Perfect.

Or maybe this is normal. These people are not fools, nor are they idiots. They are certainly not idiots who would shout that they are nobles and think that you dare not kill them when a knife is put to their necks.

On the contrary, precisely because they are nobles, they value their lives even more.

So when the four knights really raised their butcher knives and began to slaughter the noble members in the meeting hall, those guys who were quick to see the opportunity naturally knelt in front of Perfecto and begged her for mercy.

However, Perfect remained indifferent, or perhaps the fate of these people had been determined when Perfect decided to attend the hearing.

"I am the Earl of the Empire! You have no right to kill me! I demand to see Her Majesty the Queen! I demand to see Her Royal Highness the Princess! I demand a fair trial, not a private execution!" An old man tried his best to maintain the so-called aristocratic dignity and shouted loudly in front of Perfectot.

This old man might have been a good knight when he was young. At least his skills are still there despite his age. When the four steam knights were slaughtering other nobles, he was able to dodge with his skills. Not only was he not killed for a while, he also had the energy to make his request to Perfect.

Perfect was somewhat surprised at this old nobleman. After all, in her opinion, these noble councillors were just a bunch of trash and their lives were a waste of food. However, she did not expect that there were some decent ones among them. This surprised Perfect, but she was also willing to give him an explanation.

"Her Majesty the Queen and Her Royal Highness the Princess Royal have already given up your lives. In fact, when the Duke of Gloucester came to inform me that you wanted me to attend this hearing, your fate and ending were already determined." Perfect made a gesture to the four knights who were slaughtering, asking them to pause, while explaining to the surviving nobles.

At this point, she no longer cared about keeping it secret, so she just told the truth: "Three years ago, I warned you that the end of the world was coming. You thought it was a fantasy, but the Imperial Center did not take it as a joke. The Imperial Conference sent a scientific expedition team to the Arctic to verify my prediction.

Therefore, two years ago, the imperial center decided to build in the north and use it as a basis to create shelters to help the empire withstand the extreme cold of the end of the world and survive this disaster that will destroy the world.

This is why I was able to become the Northern Guardian of the Empire from an ordinary baron's lady in just two years, and why Prince Edward left his inheritance to me.

Because I am the only one who has the ability to save the empire now, and I am the only one who can make the empire survive this doomsday."

Having said that, Perfect stood up and looked down at the nobles in the venue with a condescending attitude, even though she was at the lowest point in the entire venue.

She noticed the surprise and regret on the old noble's face. She could sense that he was not the kind of good-for-nothing who just lived off his position, at least not when he was young.

But it was obvious that his long period of affluent life had made him forget what the duties of a noble were and why they were nobles.

So Perfect had no intention of showing leniency to them. They had to be held accountable for what they had done.

Thinking of this, Perfect continued, "So you deserve to die. This is because your obstruction and ridicule in the past delayed the Empire's response by at least one year, and this is also your punishment for holding me back!

Every minute and every second of my time you waste here means that the possibility of the empire surviving this doomsday crisis is one point lower. So Her Majesty the Queen and Her Royal Highness the Princess Royal gave up on you, and even the Duke of Gloucester rushed to apologize to me as soon as he learned that you were going to question me, in order to avoid affecting the future of the empire because of your stupidity.

Maybe you think I have no right to deprive you of your lives, or at least I shouldn't slaughter you like this, but I'm sorry, you have become a gift, a gift for me to vent my anger.

Killing you is not because the Empire wants to eliminate you, but because I need to kill you to vent my anger for the troubles you have caused me over the years. "

Perfectot's words were extremely cruel, which was totally unacceptable to the noble parliamentarians present who had always thought highly of themselves.

But when the Steam Knight's chainsaw sword roared again, they were still afraid, because they really didn't want to die.

No matter how infuriating what Perfectcot said was, at least she was really holding the knife and could take their lives at any time, so even if it was just to please Perfectcot, they could only choose to believe what she said and beg for mercy.

But Perfect remained indifferent and just watched coldly as the four Steam Knights continued to kill.

However, the old nobleman seemed much calmer, as if he had let go of something. He came directly to Perfecto, bowed his head and asked her: "My Lord, I have understood my faults and guilt, and I am willing to die to apologize.

But I beg you to let my family go. I will bear all the blame alone. I am willing to bear any punishment you impose. I only ask you to allow my family to survive this catastrophe. Please have mercy!"

Looking at this old noble, Perfect couldn't help but sigh, shook his head helplessly and said: "You are still somewhat responsible as a noble. I didn't expect that there are still one or two talents worth using among this group of rubbish.

But unfortunately, everyone needs to be responsible for what they have done, and your past foolish behavior has determined that you will not be able to walk out of this venue alive today.

But don't worry, my slaughter of you was just an act of venting my personal anger. Although this has been allowed and tacitly approved by the empire, it does not mean that this matter will involve your family.

Of course, I also hope that you can understand that the premise for everything to end here is that your family will not be stupid enough to continue to provoke me afterwards.

If they do that, I will have to resort to more radical measures to ensure my own safety and the Empire's plans are not affected."

Hearing this, the old nobleman couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then took off a seal ring from his finger and said to Perfectcot: "This is a token of my family. I will leave a letter to explain the situation. You only need to give it to my son later. My family will be loyal to you!"

After saying this, the old nobleman wrote his last words with Perfecto's tacit consent, and then cut his throat with a paper cutter without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)