I play a Evil God in Otome Game

"This city is close to falling!" Wilfried’s voice thundered. The soldiers cheered as the cannons bombarded the city’s walls with terrifying explosions, and thousands of men relentlessly reloaded dozens of cannons at lightning speed.

The cannonballs, however, were nothing more than ordinary stones. Their purpose was not to destroy the fortress walls but to force the last remaining military force inside to surrender.

Standing beside Lord Wilfried was General Edmund, and next to him was Urien. Alongside Urien were dozens of priests.

While the priests tended to the wounded soldiers, Urien calmly observed the city. It was clear that the city was on the verge of collapse and surrender. Their armies had been undeniably destroyed, their dominance in the rural areas lost, and their barracks disbanded.

In such a state, they could neither procure supplies nor food. Furthermore, the constant bombardment by catapults perpetually struck the city.

"Now that Franburg is about to fall, we can deliver the final blow," Lord Wilfried said calmly. Edmund nodded, narrowing his eyes sharply. "Those bastards took longer to surrender than expected. This must end now."

Lord Wilfried nodded in agreement and turned to Urien. "I wish Lady Morrigan had come, but unfortunately, she could not. Do you know why she didn’t come?"

Urien appeared thoughtful for a moment before responding. "Yes, I know. It seems she received some important news. That’s why she remained in the city, Lord Wilfried."

"Hmm," Lord Wilfried muttered, looking at Franburg thoughtfully. "I wonder what could be so important. It seems something big is coming again."

"Perhaps," Urien replied calmly. The Lord’s curiosity was understandable. Morrigan’s last actions were still fresh in everyone’s minds. Even Lord Wilfried had not hesitated to send his daughter to the Church.

People could easily see such an act as legendary, especially considering how some bards across the land were reciting poems and tales about Morrigan.

For a while, no one spoke. The only sounds were the cannon fire and the shouts of the soldiers—until Franburg’s banner was replaced with a white flag.

Upon seeing the signal, Lord Wilfried raised his hand calmly. The Erntestadt army quickly ceased their attack as the gates of Franburg opened, and Lord Holger emerged with six others.

Lord Holger’s mouth and hands were bound with rope, and he was flanked by six Franburgians who had captured him. It seemed they were ready to sacrifice Lord Holger to secure their surrender.

"Let’s go," Lord Wilfried said calmly, mounting his horse and advancing slowly alongside Edmund and Urien. The six Franburgians knelt on the ground nervously but submissively.

Holger’s face was twisted in anger, radiating hatred. The Lord’s horse halted, and the kneeling Franburgians immediately began to speak.

"We surrender..." Their voices were exhausted, devoid of the energy to shout or raise their tones. Lord Wilfried’s gaze was emotionless as he looked at the Franburgians. "Good. In return, I shall show you mercy."

The Franburgians visibly relaxed as Lord Wilfried called his soldiers to take Holger into custody. The Lord regarded him coldly. "Holger, we will imprison you for now, but remember this: you will pay for every drop of blood you have spilled."

Two soldiers escorted Holger away as his face turned pale and he resisted in vain. It was too late. As Holger was led away, Lord Wilfried spurred his horse onward, his army following behind.

Passing through the gates, the Lord and his army entered Franburg’s streets. Leading at the front, the Lord’s pace was steady, while his army, though cautious, marched with immense excitement. They bore smiles, knowing their names would be etched into history.

The Franburgians were indoors, while those whose homes had been destroyed sat despondently amidst the ruins. Though the city still held its beauty, the people’s spirits cast a somber pall over the atmosphere.

Lord Wilfried’s gaze swept over the crowd, met with nothing but hatred and anger. From some, he received fearful glances, but he paid them no mind, advancing steadily and with an air of intimidation.

"Spread out through the streets, maintain order, and remind them who now owns this place," Lord Wilfried said, giving Edmund a side glance. Edmund nodded and, without a word, took half the army and dispersed the soldiers through the streets.

"Urien," the Lord turned to him next, "I want you to serve as my governor for now. Represent me. By any means necessary—whether by military force or by breaking their minds. I don’t care."

Urien was initially surprised by the Lord’s words but quickly accepted his new position, nodding in acknowledgment. Lord Wilfried nodded in satisfaction. "Edmund will assist you. I am granting you full authority over this city."

As Urien pondered the power he would wield, he felt intrigued. Winning the people’s love would be difficult, but it was not impossible. No one would refuse free food, money, shelter, and education.

Urien might not win their love, but he could certainly buy their loyalty. After all, they would inevitably submit to someone. Urien was resolute on that point.

"Do not worry, Lord Wilfried. You can count on me."

"I trust you, Urien. May God be with you," Lord Wilfried said calmly. Urien smiled and nodded. "Amen. It seems you have finally joined us."

"I have not joined you," Lord Wilfried replied calmly. "I am grateful for what you’ve done—you healed my daughter—but do not expect me to worship any god. My only god is science."

Urien nodded in admiration. There was no need to say anything more. Upon reaching the palace, what greeted them was an almost abandoned-looking grand structure.

Urien gazed at the palace with curiosity. Its architecture seemed strikingly familiar, reminiscent of the Kingdom of Holy Mary. "It seems Holger spent his fortune here," Urien remarked.

Lord Wilfried nodded in agreement. Unlike the typical, modest Nord palaces, this one exuded opulence and extravagant expense.

"Using this as a government building seems more logical," Urien said with a smile. The Lord, meanwhile, instructed his soldiers to surround the palace and rest.

Then, he dismounted his horse and slowly entered the palace. The Lord easily pushed open the grand doors of the palace, ignoring the servants hiding within.

The Franburg soldiers who stood in his path knelt down in surrender, accepting their fate. The Lord then reached the King’s chamber and struck the locked door with a powerful punch.

As the door creaked and fell, Urien grew curious about what the Lord was searching for. "What are we looking for?"

"We’re looking for the Franburg banner," Lord Wilfried said while inspecting the drawers of the desk. As documents scattered haphazardly around, the Lord showed no concern for the mess he created.

"I found it."

Urien frowned with curiosity and looked at the golden-embroidered banner the Lord held up. He couldn’t understand what purpose it served. "What good will this do for us now?"

"Just watch," the Lord placed the banner on the table and calmly said, "This should normally be a secret, but because I trust you, I’ll explain it to you."

Urien’s curiosity deepened, and he felt a growing sense of astonishment. He wondered what made this banner different from others and patiently observed.

"Centuries ago," the Lord began, "a wizard, whose name remains unknown, made a pact with the King of the time. While the wizard’s desires remain a mystery, his actions are well-documented."

"With incredible wisdom, the wizard crafted a banner," Lord Wilfried continued, holding up the Franburg insignia. "This banner was known as the God-King’s Banner."

"This pennon had the power to control all the Aure veins in the western part of the Albion continent," the Lord said calmly. Urien involuntarily held his breath. Controlling a quarter of the continent’s mana was an extraordinary power.

The existence of such a thing was still astonishing. Before Urien could voice his thoughts, Lord Wilfried continued. "Unfortunately, the King died for unknown reasons, and his empire crumbled before it could last a single day."

"Afterward, the God-King’s Banner was shattered into thousands of pieces, and some of them were lost," the Lord said, giving Urien time to absorb the information. Urien’s eyes lit up with realization as he understood the Lord’s implication.

The Lord then gently caressed the Franburg banner and presented it. "Twelve banners were later created. These banners were connected to the Aure veins beneath the cities. But they were no longer the same."

"Now, they are merely used to determine ownership of the land," the Lord said with a hint of dissatisfaction. Urien sighed in agreement. Such a powerful treasure could have had far greater utility.

"Can’t we reassemble the banner?"

"We could, but most of the original banner is lost," Lord Wilfried sighed. "Even if we were to gather the banners of all twelve cities, the most we could achieve would be additional mana. Increasing the land’s fertility would take at least one or two years."

After a brief silence, Lord Wilfried folded the banner and placed it into his pocket. Then, he and Urien exited the palace together.

"What do we do now?" Urien asked. Lord Wilfried replied calmly, "I’ll leave. You and Edmund will stay here. I expect you to suppress all opposition in the city within a short time."

Urien nodded and asked, "Can it be done by any means?"

The Lord indifferently confirmed with a nod. "Whether you plant churches everywhere or suppress them with bloodshed, I don’t care. But—"

Lord Wilfried paused, turned slightly toward Urien, and narrowed his eyes. "In any event, you will face the consequences of your actions."

Urien quickly nodded, confident he wouldn’t fail. "We will assimilate the city swiftly. There will be no issues."

As Lord Wilfried exited the palace, a messenger greeted him. The messenger was a young man wearing the insignia of the Morvos Consortium on his lapel.

"My Lord! I bring urgent news!"

"What is it?" Despite the messenger’s anxiety, Lord Wilfried remained composed. The messenger took deep breaths before answering quickly. "The King—the King is dead!"

Lord Wilfried’s eyes widened for a moment but quickly returned to calm. He looked at the messenger with seriousness. "Is the cause known?"

The messenger, nervous under the Lord’s intensity, managed to speak. "The King was killed by the Church of Light... The King killed all his servants, even the gardeners."

The messenger stammered and paused for a moment before continuing. "A knight was found who claimed to have witnessed everything. As proof, the knight said that everything stemmed from the Goddess of Light and the Church of Light..."

Urien’s grin widened as he realized the golden opportunity before them. All he needed now was a single word. Urien’s gaze shifted to the Lord.

Lord Wilfried showed no emotion and coldly declared, "For the crimes of openly murdering the King and orchestrating an assassination against the Royal Family, I hereby ban all Church of Light activities in Erntestadt and Franburg."

As the messenger and surrounding soldiers reacted in shock, Urien smirked. Lord Wilfried continued, "Any contact with the Church of Light will be considered a crime. Now, disperse!"

Finally, as everyone left, the messenger recovered from his shock and returned to the capital to relay the news.

"Will you go to the capital?"

Urien asked calmly. Lord Wilfried turned to him with a determined expression. "Not just me—all the lords will go to the capital."

"After the King’s death, the lords will convene to congratulate the Prince who will ascend as the new King," Wilfried explained. "Now I must go. Either Drachenreich will fall apart again, or they will hail one of the incompetent Princes as King..."