The Lord Of Blood Hill

Seeing that Henwell understands many things, Ulysses does not continue.

"All right. It is getting late. It is time to send me on my way. I have to go find Berishi. I miss her very much."

Henwell sighs. "As expected. Heroes always struggle to pass the trial of beauty, and a beauty's embrace is also a hero's grave."

Ulysses says, "An interesting saying, but not entirely right. A lover is the trial a hero cannot easily pass, and love is a hero's paradise."

Henwell smiles faintly. "That is not false either. Have you ever regretted it?"

"What are you referring to? Regretting betraying the Veil? Regretting joining the Veil? Or regretting falling in love with Berishi?"

"All of it."

Ulysses asks in return, "Then, Henwell, do you regret it? Now that you know you must marry a royal bloodline for your heir to become king, do you regret marrying your current wife?"

"Although her status is noble, she is not royal blood. That means she has no connection with the throne."

"Of course not. What about you?"

"...I am the same."

The two look at each other, then suddenly burst into laughter.

Afterward comes a stretch of silence.

Ulysses looks at Catherine's portrait not far away and murmurs, "I am going to die. What will you do from now on?"

"No one will shelter you after this. No one will shield you from the wind and rain anymore. No one will look after you anymore..."

Henwell steps forward. "Do not worry. Although I will not marry Catherine, I will protect her."

Ulysses withdraws his gaze and stares at Henwell. "Then act. The time has come."

"The church and the Empire have their own plan. Originally, they would have needed a full day to break through the Veil's formation screen."

"In truth, they had long since prepared everything. To remove the spell formations in the palace and reopen teleportation requires only half a day."

"The outside must now be completely surrounded by both sides. They plan to catch the Veil's elites in one net, and also seize someone red-handed."

"They need to prove to the continent that the Billie king colluded with the Veil and slaughtered five elite teams from the Western Federation."

Henwell says in a low voice, "Then their plan will fail. I think they will be very disappointed."

Ulysses smiles. "Heh... yes. The Western Federation's elites have suffered heavy casualties, and the Veil side is also nearly destroyed."

"As the king of Billie, I fought heroically to the end. Even under a curse, I did not fear threats, and in the end I was killed by the remnants of the Veil."

"I suppose that is the public story you have prepared."

Henwell nods. "Yes. You were not murdered. You died together with a Veil Iron Knight."

"Oh? That counts as a heroic death. Then who will I die together with?"

Henwell shrugs. "I will go out and look around in a moment. That depends on who is unlucky enough to run into me."

Ulysses smiles and shakes his head. "Henwell, you truly are interesting. Unfortunately, I was entangled by too many matters before and had no chance to know you properly."

Henwell bows. "Your Majesty, I feel the same. I am very glad to have known such a wise ruler."

Ulysses asks, "Henwell, do you think I was a good king?"

Henwell shakes his head. "Of course not. Although you were very clever, you did not have much energy to govern the country. At most, you barely qualified."

Immediately after, Henwell continues, "But you were a good father and a good husband."

Ulysses is silent for a long time. Then he struggles to stand and salutes Henwell.

"From now on, I entrust Catherine to you."

"Although I have left behind some arrangements, I do not have a professional like you. The Veil will certainly target Catherine later."

"It will not just be to vent their anger. They will also want to know what happened here, and even more, to warn their internal members of the fate of traitors."

Henwell nods. "I will. After this matter is over, I will personally bring people and clean Billie properly."

Ulysses slowly straightens his body and raises his head high. "Tell me. Who killed me?"

Henwell stands with his sword in hand. "The current lord of Blood Hill, the future emperor of the continent, Henwell Rudolph Phoenix, has come to send His Majesty Ulysses Zoven Agari Berishi Celtic, the Billie king, the wise planner, and the hidden emperor whose achievements remain unknown, on his way."

After saying this, Henwell takes two steps forward, reverses his longsword, and lightly touches Ulysses's chest with the hilt.

Blood Will passes through his body and directly shatters his heart.

Ulysses's body trembles, then slowly goes limp.

Henwell reaches out to support the corpse and carefully places it on the chair.

Afterward, Henwell steps forward again and carefully arranges Ulysses's remains. He says to the dead Ulysses, "I do not know your true name, but you were a true ruler."

"You were the most formidable person I have seen since arriving in this world."

"I will find you a suitable candidate and make your ending more splendid, just like your splendid life."

With that, Henwell gives him a solemn salute.

Henwell turns and leaves to look for an unlucky target.

After that, Henwell returns to the royal hall and seals the shelter entrance again.

The Veil side had six Iron Rank professionals. Henwell had already killed two, heavily injured one, and one had escaped.

That leaves at most two targets: the high-rank ranger and the greatsword master.

The ranger's advanced profession should be Battle Master, or perhaps Trap Master.

The warrior carrying the greatsword is either a Sword-and-Shield Hero or a Steelheart Swordsman.

Both of them should have strong survival ability. If the remaining three Western Federation Iron Knights do not use mutual-destruction moves, it should be difficult to kill them.

Given the cunning nature of Veil members, they certainly would not push three Iron Knights into a desperate situation. If they saw the situation going wrong, they would immediately run.

Therefore, the chances of those two surviving are still fairly high.

After circling around, Henwell soon discovers some traces.

There are many battle marks, and Henwell can also track those Veil members by carefully identifying them.

But Henwell does not want to go to that much trouble, because many secret signs left by Veil members remain here.

After all, Henwell received training in a Veil training camp, and he also investigated the Veil for a long time.

Of course, more importantly, his collaborator, the owner of the Bloodhorn arena, had told him some intelligence that he considered unimportant.

Henwell is not a code master, but Chick under his command is a professional. Through that intelligence, Chick quickly analyzed several sets of Veil secret ciphers.

Now Henwell recognizes one kind of cipher. It means to temporarily stop pursuing the target and lie low according to a certain plan while waiting to evacuate.

Very good.

There are not many of them. That makes it easier for him to act.

Then Henwell heads toward one area.