Uncertainty

With a click, the flint-firing device was installed onto the Flintlock, and Central Military Police Heath's face darkened.

Commander Erwin Smith of the Survey Corps cannot be allowed to remain; this is the True King's order. The wagon train carrying Erwin and the Survey Corps is now very close to the Capital.

Heath knew he had to act immediately, otherwise once they entered the Capital, the Central Military Police would have little chance to take action.

After all, the one on the Throne in the Capital is just a fake who thinks about eating all day.

The real power in the Capital was in the hands of the Nobility and soldiers, and even those men couldn't be guaranteed to be on the side of the true king.

However, there was an unexpected bonus: Heath had carefully concealed the Flintlock on his person.

The defection of Military Police Brigade Commander Nile delighted Heath. Of course, it was their Central Military Police who revealed information about the real king that led the Commander to defect.

Although the Central Military Police are all loyal to the Royal Family, there will always be conflict wherever there are humans.

There are different factions within the Central Military Police, the most obvious being Heath Faction and the Action Squad under the executioner Kenny.

The two sides also have their own contradictions. The faction that Heath belongs to advocates that the Reiss family should return to the Throne, so as to deter those villains.

Heath could clearly sense that the loyalty of Kenny's Action Squad questionable; to a large extent, they seemed to prioritize Kenny's leadership and thus neglect the Royal Family.

However, now is not the time to dwell on that, at least not right now, as both factions are currently carrying out their respective tasks.

The Action Squad reclaimed power for the Royal Family, Heath Faction dealt with the petty thieves.

With the Military Police Brigade joining them, Heath's ambitions naturally grew, as the Military Police Brigade in the Capital had an absolute military advantage.

The Guard of those Nobility were insignificant, and the army consisted mainly of a small force under President Zackly.

Heath decided that he would clean up the capital city, which was full of parasites, for the Capital.

Even in his moment of triumph, Heath did not forget what he needed to do.

After hiding his Flintlock, Heath opened the tent flap, revealing the Military Police Brigade Commander Nile, standing outside with a cold expression.

Seeing Heath emerge from the tent, Nile remained silent and simply followed Heath.

"Commander Nile, you made the right choice."

Light shone faintly through the gaps in the tent where Erwin was being held, and there were many Military Police and Central Military Police guarding the area.

A large group of Military Police followed behind Nile, but Heath didn't pay attention because his own Central Military Police had also gathered around.

Heath abruptly lifted the tent flap, his eyes narrowing as he saw that Erwin wasn't bound hand and foot as he had imagined; the chains that had bound Erwin were lying on the ground.

Erwin sat calmly in a chair, seemingly deep in thought.

"Commander Erwin Smith of the Survey Corps, you probably don't know why I'm here. Listen carefully, I'm here on orders to..."

Before Heath could finish speaking, Erwin interrupted him, "Did the king on the Throne send you to kill me?"

Heath was speechless at these words, and then feelings of shame and anger welled up in his heart.

He sneered, "A good-for-nothing who only knows how to eat can't command us, Erwin. Those who will judge you are true Royal Family!"

Erwin's eyes were deep. "So, is the one on the Throne False King?"

"What's it to you? You'll be dead soon enough!" Heath sneered.

Erwin sighed and said, "Then let this satisfy the doubts of this dying man."

Heath chuckled strangely. Why should he satisfy a dead man? But Heath thought it wouldn't hurt to let this highly respected, dying Commander of the Survey Corps know these things.

With Heath's arrogant opening, Erwin finally understood everything.

The Throne is indeed False King; the true Royal Family is hidden behind the scenes. Has this so-called king simply abandoned his people?

To allow those incompetent Nobility to run rampant? Does such a king truly deserve to be king?

Not to mention another secret Heath revealed: Erwin's father, or rather, all humans like Erwin's father who had fantasies about the world outside the walls and had daring ideas and inventions, were all silently dealt with by the Central Military Police.

"We don't need those fallacies and heresies within the Walls! With the King here, that's enough! Those guys deserve to die!" Heath exclaimed excitedly.

Erwin clenched his fists; he had always known that his father's death was no accident.

After taking a deep breath, Erwin looked at Nile, who also looked at Erwin.

"Alright, after saying all that, you should close your eyes forever," Heath said.

Immediately, Heath pulled out a hidden Flintlock and aimed it at Erwin.

Bang!

Fresh blood dripped onto the ground, splattering into clusters of blood flowers.

Heath stared wide-eyed at his gun-wielding hand in disbelief.

Half of his severed hand lay on the ground, still clutching the Flintlock he hadn't had a chance to fire.

The acrid smell of gunpowder emanated from the muzzle of the gun, Nile remained in his gun-holding posture.

The intense pain brought Heath back to his senses, and a sudden commotion broke out outside the tent, accompanied by sporadic gunshots.

Heath wasn't stupid; he immediately realized he'd been tricked by Nile.

"Nile! You betrayed me!" Heath screamed in agony.

Nile didn't even glance at Heath, and walked straight to Erwin's side.

"Thank you, Nile," Erwin said sincerely.

Nile couldn't deny it, but said in a low voice, "You should thank yourself. I only believed you after reading that letter, but the difficulty now is how to persuade President Zackly and his group, as well as those troublesome Nobility."

"Nobility, didn't these Central Military Police provide a plan?" Erwin asked, looking at Heath, who was lying on the ground clutching his severed hand and groaning in pain.

Upon hearing this, Nile froze, somewhat surprised, and asked, "What do you mean?"

Erwin did not answer, but instead looked toward the tent entrance.

A figure burst in, a trace of blood still on his face, his dead fish eyes staring at Erwin.

Levi's sword was still stained with blood. Entering the tent, Levi said, "The Central Military Police are out. Except for a few die-hards, everyone else surrendered. You succeeded."

Erwin stood up from his chair, Nile hesitated for a moment, but followed Erwin.

"President Zackly and Commander Pyxis are about to arrive. Oh, and it seems Commander Randy Vald of the Eastern Theater Command is also coming."

Erwin looked outside the tent at the Survey Corps, which had regained its freedom and armed itself. The Wings of Freedom cloak was still fluttering, while the Central Military Police, with crowns on their chests, were being held in custody with their heads bowed.

"The Eastern Theater? Wald..."