The Imperial Capital Public Security Office.
This is a powerful department in the capital, second only to the Imperial Military Department in authority, with magnificent buildings that stand tall and imposing.
The soldiers of the garrison, who usually wore only light armor uniforms, were now dressed in uniform medium-sized armor. Their clothes were bright and their swords and spears were drawn. Almost 67 percent of the force responsible for maintaining the security of the capital was concentrated here. The soldiers all looked solemn, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.
In the deep hall of the police station, the Alluring Witch Paris, no longer wearing a long dress but a white leather armor, appeared. Her long golden hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, and a blood-red rose, still glistening with dew, was tucked into her hair. She was breathtakingly beautiful, and a two-handed sword was held in her delicate, boneless hands, creating a visually stunning effect. Her face, exuding unparalleled beauty and charm, carried a chilling and murderous aura.
[ Red Beard ] Granero, with a silent expression and cold glint in his eyes, stood behind Paris with a strange look in his eyes, a rare eagerness in his expression. He was also fully armed, wearing a strange silver helmet. When he lifted his visor, his usual coldness disappeared, and his whole body was filled with a rare aura of martial prowess.
These two trusted ministers, whom the second prince Dominguez relied on as his right and left hands, appeared together at the Imperial Capital Public Security Office, their expressions so solemn, indicating that something big was about to happen.
Beside the two stood a figure completely shrouded in a black cloak, silent and shrouded in mystery.
A moment later, armored soldiers with menacing expressions strode in and loudly reported that the police force was ready.
"It's time. Let's proceed according to the plan." Paris, holding her two-handed sword upside down, took the lead and walked out of the hall.
"Are the people in the Iron-Blooded Camp trustworthy?" Granero cautioned.
"This time, I can trust you." The Witch left the hall without looking back.
Upon hearing this, Granero took a deep breath, glanced at the black-clad figure beside him, hesitated, and then revealed a desperate glint in his eyes. He fastened his silver mask, becoming like a silver-armored war god, and walked out with the clanking of his armor.
A mysterious figure dressed in a black cloak followed silently behind, like a shadow.
In less than ten minutes, nearly ten thousand fully armed elite soldiers from the Imperial Capital Public Security Office set off from the building, divided into four or five groups, like a black tide, and rushed in all directions of Saint Petersburg.
In the year 1342 of the Human Clan Era, the 85th year of the Imperial Calendar, on the night of the 9th day of the 6th month, blood began to flow in the imperial capital, Saint Petersburg.
Night of Bloodshed.
Historians, troubadours, and scholars of all kinds have offered varying opinions on this " Night of Bloodshed," but they have reached a consensus on one point—this night marked the beginning of a long period of strong military dictatorship for the Zenit Empire. It was precisely this high-intensity military dictatorship that allowed this small empire, located in the Northern Region of the continent, to ultimately emerge victorious amidst the chaos of war.
The imperial court historian recorded and evaluated this night as follows:
"This was a night filled with the unbelievable and the bloody. For the only time in their lives, Arshavin and Dominguez, two princes who had once been bitter enemies vying for the imperial throne, joined forces to slaughter the corrupt nobles who had once held sway over the empire with their past glories and Glory. The nobles, who had been secretly plotting their own schemes, were completely unprepared. The power wielded by the two princes swept away all forces that were not loyal to the empire, including those nobles who had already decided that the gems would be subordinate to them. On this bloody night, countless ancient imperial gates were reduced to ashes. Undoubtedly, this was the largest massacre of nobles since the empire's founding, a cruel and ruthless purge. For the empire to survive in this chaotic world, it had to eradicate the rotten, festering tumors. The two wise and far-sighted princes reached a consensus on this, which was the fundamental basis of their cooperation."
Some historians and scholars have also engaged in more profound reflection—
"From the rise of King of Chambord Alexander, the empire showed signs of massacring nobles. The [ Night of Bloodshed ] was undoubtedly orchestrated by King of Chambord Alexander. If, after a century of development, the empire's ancient body had begun to decay and age, urgently needing a sweeping purge, then the so-called ' King of Chambord's betrayal of the Human Clan ' served as the catalyst for this purge. Of course, Emperor Yassin's silence, to some extent, tacitly approved of this massacre. For a time, people struggled to understand this genius emperor and warrior's attitude towards the entire empire and his princes, and even more so, why he was so indulgent and doting on the restless King of Chambord. Only as the chaos of the continental empire's war drew to a close did the mysteries slowly unravel."
The Imperial Council of Elders is a powerful group that cannot be ignored, controlled by many noble families behind the scenes.
This institution, originally established at the beginning of the empire to win over the imperial nobles and appease local power groups, was nothing more than a pitiful sidekick in the imperial political arena when Emperor Yassin was at the height of his power. Many old and senile nobles spent the last days of their lives here.
However, as Emperor Yassin's reign reached its zenith and he gradually relinquished power due to chronic illness, the Imperial Council of Elders began to play an unprecedented role. The nobles banded together to divide the power between the royal family and the Military Department, and the institution began to play an indispensable role in the decision-making of many important imperial events, becoming the second most powerful group after the imperial family.
In the final decision regarding the King of Chambord Alexander incident, the Imperial Council of Elders had been actively pushing things along. The nobles, unwilling to compromise their own interests, desired to maintain the current stable situation. They did not want a full-blown war, nor did they want to clash with powerful figures like D'Alessandro. For this, the nobles were willing to sacrifice the interests of the Empire.
Yesterday, the Council of Elders invited envoys from the twenty-two empires into the council hall.
Their repeated provocations of the royal authority finally brought about their deaths.
When news of the ruthless killings that had occurred in the Imperial Military Department and many noble residences reached the Council of Elders, the residences of the Council of Elders's main members and the Council of Elders Hall were already surrounded by soldiers from the [ Iron-Blooded Camp ] and the Imperial Capital Public Security Office, all covered in blood.
The shouts of killing were deafening, and the panicked nobles in their fine clothes became victims of the blades one by one.
First update, more to come.