Ancient Imperial Calendar Year 1810
The months-long war between the assassins was over. Ricardo's assassins had left wounds on Xanros that could never be healed.
Xanros' most loyal, most talented and most intelligent servants had been killed.
Ricardo had repelled almost all of the attacks and assassinations against him and his surroundings .
The War Between Classes was fought by the upper classes to find out who was strong and who was weak by fighting the lower classes.
Killing was allowed in these wars.
In the Kislavein Dynasty, even breathing, let alone living, was a great insult to the Western Lands.
Those waiting in the huge Coliseum of the Academy were struck by a vague smell
They were never supposed to show their fear because fear was the lover of death in the Western Lands and this feeling was something that should never be felt and never made to be felt
Although on the surface these wars seemed like just the strong eliminating the weak, the real purpose was for the Heirs to be able to fight and the Throne wars to be held under control in a certain area
The Headmaster of the Academy, Kisrael Kislavein, stood in the middle of the Coliseum, prepared for a short speech, strengthened his vocal cords and began to give his speech
"Noble Masters and students of the Blood Academy, the apple of the eye of the Western Lands, the long awaited Inter-Class War has now begun"
A great applause broke out Kisrael raised his hand
"Silence" he said, a deathly silence fell over the coliseum Kisrael continued his speech
"Our rules are short and concise
Killing and wounding are allowed
Changing sides and playing dirty are allowed
Commanders-in-Chief can join the war whenever they want
If the Chief of either class dies, they will lose the war
In short, there is nothing that restricts you, fight as you wish and bring victory to your chiefs
Now, the Chief of the upper classes, Young Lord Xanros, and the Chief of the lower classes, Young Lord Ricardo, come to me"
Ricardo and Xanros walked towards the center, they stopped when they approached Grand Master Kisrael, everyone held their breath and waited for the decision of the Young Lords
They both drew their swords at the same time and pointed them at each other, it was a sign that these wars would not be fought in peace and friendship, but in hostility, hatred and blood
It was the worst case scenario for everyone because there was no such thing as sparing lives
Both sides would fight until their last drop of blood and continue fighting until one side was completely destroyed
If they had just shaken hands, the deaths would have been minimized and most people would have returned home
However, this was not the case in the war of the Heirs
Everyone in the Colosseum was aware that this war would end with a huge pile of dead bodies
But still everyone wanted to return home alive, even with a small hope
Most of Xanros's side hated Xanros and wanted revenge on him, and this storm had come to their feet
Kisrael raised his sword
"There will be a hundred-man battle, Commanders-in-Chief, prepare your troops"
Ricardo turned his head towards Marco
"Marco" he called out, he tilted his head to the left and made a sign
Marco bowed his head respectfully, there was not even the slightest hesitation in his eyes, he and his soldiers approached the center
Xanros turned to his most trusted man Arlek
"Arlek, go and kill them all, bring me their heads"
In response to this order, Arlek and his soldiers approached the center, Arlek was accompanied by his sister Arnheid
"Don't be afraid, brother" Arlek said
"All the pain you have suffered will end today" he said confidently
"I hope so brother, if we are not successful today, I am afraid of killing myself"
Arnheid's words, spoken in a shaky voice, angered Arlek
On the other hand, he agreed with him
After all the events Arnheid had experienced, all the pain, abuse, torture and many verbal and physical abuse, it was inevitable that he would think this way
If he were in Arlekon's place, he would have killed himself long ago
"Forgive me Arnheid, I am responsible for everything you have experienced
If I had been a little more careful that day
If I had been able to protect young Lord Jarvin, neither you nor I nor so many others would have suffered because of Xanros"
Arnheid had seen the sadness and pain in his brother's regretful eyes
Arlek had been forced to watch everything that had happened to his sister
He could not resist, he could not save his sister
Young Lord Jarvin, who had always been their protector, had also been killed by Xanros' men
If Xanros had been killed without the protection of another Young Lord, his House would have been destroyed
Arlek took a deep breath
"There is no use thinking about being young anymore" he thought seriously and began to look forward to his next move
The two armies faced each other in the presence of Master Kisrael Ricardo's army was led by Marco
Xanros' army was led by Arlek
Kisrael raised his sword in the air, take position, both sides took their positions, the battle would begin the moment Kisrael lowered his sword
"Do you have any last words?" Kisrael asked
"Yes Master" said Arlek in a loud voice
Arlek and his soldiers fell to their knees and bowed their heads
Everyone who witnessed this scene was speechless in astonishment
Xanros was furious the most but he couldn't react because he couldn't get over his shock
While Arlek was known as Xanros' most loyal man, what was this nonsense he did
"Do you know the meaning of what you did Arlek?" Kisrael asked
"Yes, I know, me and my soldiers swear loyalty to Young Lord Ricardo"
Xanros shouted angrily
"WHAT IS THIS NON-SENSE ARLEK YOU LOW BASTARD YOU ARE FINISHED THE DAY I BECOME A DYNASTY LORD I WILL ERADICATE THE LINEAGE OF YOUR DYNASTY"
Arlek stood up and turned around
"Wake up from your dream now Young Lord Xanros you will never be a House Lord you never had that capacity"
Xanros' veins swelled to the brink of bursting his face turned red with anger he wanted to rush forward and tear Arlek and Arnheid apart
Arlek's betrayal was the first but not the last
In the following rounds mass switching of sides occurred frequently only 150 people remained on Xanros' side
It was the end of the road for Xanros almost all of the third years had betrayed
He had become the laughing stock of the first-years watching them
From now on, the only way he could turn things around was to kill Ricardo
"I promise you that the day I become a Dynasty Lord, I will reward you all with more treasure, land and position than you could ever imagine
So fight to the death with me today"
The reward was tempting but the chances of success were low, even they didn't know why they didn't switch sides and stayed with Xanros
On the other side Ricardo was watching them, he understood why the rest of them had not changed sides
Benjen, who was next to Ricardo, asked curiously
"Young Lord, why are they still with Xanros when everyone else has changed sides?"
"They are afraid," Ricardo replied
Benjen became more curious this time
"Fear, but isn't fear the greatest Sin in the Westerlands?"
"It is, but Xanros has instilled fear in them to such an extent that even now, when Xanros has collapsed, they cannot oppose him
Just like the Westerners are afraid to go against the Dynasty Lord of Kislavein"
At that moment, a word came to Benjen's mind
"So Fear is a sin for the Westerners but a weapon for the Dynasty"
Ricardo nodded in agreement
"Exactly, Benjen, exactly"
Ricardo drew his sword and signaled his regiment The regiment began to follow Ricardo They stopped when they reached the center
Ricardo drew his sword and pointed it at Xanris
"Xanros, if you still dare to call yourself the son of the Kislavein Dynasty Lord, here is your last chance to win the war with me"
The audience couldn't make sense of this incident. Why did Ricardo take an unnecessary risk when he was about to win?
Xanros grinned and drew his sword
"CHARGE"
The 150 people who received Xanros's attack order attacked uncontrollably and chaotically
Ricardo wanted to use this situation as an opportunity to show his true power, he was now commanding thousands of people, he had to show his power if he wanted to establish his authority
He leaned the sword he held in his left hand on his right shoulder and started to transfer his aura to his sword
He forced his sword until it was on the verge of breaking, when Xanros and his soldiers started to approach him, he quickly swung his sword to the left
The aura on the sword took shape and took the shape of a sharp thin crescent Xanros reacted in time and used his existing aura and mana as a shield to protect himself
But his men were not as lucky, they were all divided into two rags
Xanros, who had lost his last soldiers, had nothing left to lose
Ricardo cast an earth spell and created a giant stone to crush Xanros. When Xanros saw this, he wanted to run away, but Ricardo was not someone who liked to play with his prey
The giant stone quickly headed towards Xanros. Xanros did everything he could to escape, but he could not escape, he was crushed under the stone
Ricardo cast a speed spell and increased his speed and went to Arlek and Arnheid, who were waiting at one end of the coliseum
"Arlek, Arnheid, you have the chance for revenge, I command you, bring me the head of Xanros"
This command was an order they had prayed to hear thousands of times for a long time, they had the chance to separate the head of the person they hated most from his body
The two brothers bowed their heads
"Yes, my young lord"
The two brothers quickly went to Xanros who was dying under the stone with the acceleration spell, what they saw made them sick
Half of Xanros' body was crushed, his internal organs were out, it was such a disgusting sight that even Arnheid, who prayed thousands of times to see this sight, started to vomit
Even Arlek felt sorry for the writhing of this man he hated
"Aaaaaaaaa it hurts, please help me, please someone help me...please help me"
Tears were flowing from his eyes, his voice was shaky and broken, Arlek and Arnheid did not want to see this sight anymore, Arlek stepped aside
"Arnheid, this is your right, you deserve to cut off this bastard's head the most"
Arnheid drew his sword without thinking twice and the revenge scenario that Arnheid had been planning for Xanros for a long time could now be realized
Arnheid fell to his knees and Xanros saw him
"Arnheid my one and only love, save me"
Arnheid put his hand in Xanros' mouth, strengthened his hand with his aura and tore out Xanros' tongue with one move
Xanros started to vomit blood and was in intense pain
"Don't call me my love again, you make me sick and you won't be able to say my name again anyway, there is no easy death for you"
Arnheid's bloody revenge had already begun, it would be a slow and painful death, no one would intervene
Everyone would just be a spectator because Arnheid was doing everything on Young Lord Ricardo's orders
Arnheid first started gouging out Xanros' eyes, slowly cut off his ears, pulled out his teeth one by one, took his hair in his hands and pulled it out in an instant, pulled out his teeth and nails one by one, and finely chopped his fingers like a chef, only a pile of flesh remained from Xanros
All this time, Xanros had survived with the meaning Arlek had given him, but even that wasn't enough anymore. As Xanros was about to take his last breath, Arnheid grabbed Arlek's arm.
"We'll both do the final blow, brother. You have a right to this revenge too."
Arlek laughed and grabbed Arnheid's sword.
"Let's send this bastard to hell, brother."
They swung their swords quickly and Xanros' severed head rolled a few meters.
There was a deathly silence in the entire coliseum. The masters and students watched in horror. There were only two people who could keep their cool. Ricardo and Kisrael
Kisrael raised his sword and strengthened his voice with meaning
"Winner Young Lord Ricardo Kislavein"
Everyone was startled by Kisrael's voice and reflexively stood up and started applauding
Arlek and Arnheid approached Ricardo with the severed head of Xanros in their hands, knelt down and presented the severed head in their hands to Ricardo
"Young Lord, as you ordered, we brought your enemy's head to you"
Ricardo briefly looked at Xanros's severed head, which was now unrecognizable, and then turned away
That evening Ricardo was tired and weary, and his state of mind was also worrying Giskar
"What happened Harloumen?"
He had not been addressed like that for a long time
"I killed hundreds of my descendants Giskar, do you think it was right for me to go down this path, would it have been better for me to leave the Dynasty that day?"
Giskar closed his eyes and thought for a while
"Even if you left the Dynasty, nothing would change
If you remember, in some books we read the life stories of the Young Lords who left the Dynasty on their 14th birthday
Even there were situations where they had to slaughter their relatives, I mean Harloumen
Now get over these, neither in your previous life, nor in this life, nor in your next life if it happens, there will be situations where you will have to slaughter your relatives
If you are going to trip every time, kill yourself as soon as you are born because even if you do nothing, even if you stand there harmlessly and even if you always do good to those around you, someone will always hate the light in you and will do everything they can to extinguish your light, so keep moving forward and never hesitate, do not give a chance to those who will harm you, even if it is your own brother"
Ricardo did not know what to say in the face of these words, as if he was getting advice from his father, although he never had proper communication with his fathers in either his previous life or his current life
Ricardo stood up, took a deep breath, and came to his senses
"You're right Giskar I can't get into this state every time I have to be more resilient to realize my dream"
Giskar flew around Ricardo
"Exactly sir"
Ricardo looked out the window
"Tomorrow Seth and Arlous will fight let's see how strong my brothers are"
Giskar said sarcastically
"I'm sure they're weaker than you sir but I'm sure tomorrow's fight will be much bloodier"
Ricardo's face turned sour, he bowed his head and frowned
"Tomorrow there will be much bloodshed, although it would be good for me if the number of my enemies decreased, each of them are intelligent, talented and intellectual people who can play a great role in the development of the Western Lands and the world in the future
Many people with great potential will die"
Giskar wanted to comfort Ricardo
"Don't worry, Sir, at least the Throne Wars here are ending with much less casualties than in the past
When the fourth Emperor of the Ancient Empire, Bartholomeleus I, died, the population in the North, South, East, West and Central Lands had decreased by half due to the throne war started by his seven sons"
"Ah yes, this bloody war known as the Black Spot of the Harloussus Dynasty, if those seven honorless and dishonorable people had not committed genocide in every city they captured, these massacres would not have been used as an excuse and rebellions would not have occurred in the following generations"
Ricardo sighed deeply, lay down on his back in his bed, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep
"Let's get some sleep, Giskar, tomorrow will be a long day "
"Exactly sir, obsessing over the past never helps anyone, sleep tight sir"
While Ricardo fell into a deep sleep, Giskar would stay up all night to protect his master.