The maid squad is too strong, what use is there for me, the Demon King?

"Raymond Black!"

Edmund Celestio was furious.

He was already very troubled by the War of the Eight Princes in Westphalia. He finally had a capable general under his command who could share some of the pressure, but it turned out that this general also harbored evil intentions.

Edmund Celestio is now completely isolated and abandoned by everyone.

"I have treated you well, and have been generous in bestowing upon you gold, silver, jewels, official titles, and ranks. Why is that?"

Edmund Celestio angrily denounced Ravend Black.

"Because you are not fit to be king! Look at the mess this country has become under your rule!"

The premature and excessive collection of taxes, the widespread famine, the people's misery, the rebellions of princes... don't these facts prove anything?

You have failed all the people of Westphalia. If you lack the ability to govern, don't covet this power!

General Ravende Black's words struck a chord with the people. Upon hearing this, the guards raised their spears, their eyes bloodshot, and roared at Edmund Celestio, the king of the Kingdom of Westphalia, showing no fear of the peak eighth-tier magic power emanating from him.

Under the influence of the War of the Eight Princes, which had lasted for several years without being quelled, and the tyranny of imposing exorbitant taxes, Edmund Celestio had long lost the support of the people, which made it easy for Ravend Black to turn the generals and even the guards against him.

Their target, Edmund Celestio, was merely a top-ranking noble mage, but in reality, they wanted to overthrow not only Edmund Celestio but also completely destroy the Westphalian Kingdom's policy of emphasizing law over the people and military power.

Thus, General Ravende Black, a symbol of military might, and his generals launched a rebellion against the Kingdom of Westphalia and the Celestio royal family in order to defend themselves.

Ravend Black scoffed: "And..."

Being able to withstand my sudden attack, promptly deploy a magical barrier to protect myself, and not even suffer any injury, goes beyond just quick reflexes.

You've never truly trusted me; you've always been wary of the powerful general. Do you think I couldn't see that?

Edmund Celestio was not silenced by Ravend Black's words. Having been on the throne for so many years, he had become incredibly thick-skinned and could not be swayed by a few words.

"As it turns out, my caution was correct."

With just this one sentence, Edmund Celestio could find no other words to refute Revend Black. His eyes widened in anger, he gripped his scepter tightly, and the magic power of an eighth-tier peak mage overflowed.

In an instant, this terrifying aura filled the entire palace hall, making the noble children dare not even breathe.

However, Edmund Celestio, who was confronting Revend Black, did not notice that the power of his peak eighth-order magic only frightened the noble children, suppressing their magic flow.

However, it had no effect on the ordinary guards who had no magic resistance and should have been unable to lift their heads under the pressure of magic.

If it were a professional general with a certain level of resistance, it would be understandable if he wasn't overwhelmed, but it's illogical that he wasn't affected at all, and even ordinary guards without any magic power were unaffected.

The guards and generals, their eyes bloodshot, remained undiminished under the pressure of the magic, their roars merging into a massive sonic boom:

"kill!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The spear tips pierced the vital organs of the noblemen's sons, and the guards and generals, unconcerned about the blood splattered on their faces, laughed wildly as they slaughtered.

Those noble sons had never seen such a scene before. The sight of hell on earth terrified the cowards so much that their legs went weak, and they couldn't muster the slightest thought of resisting the guards and generals who were sharpening their knives at them.

Forget about chanting incantations or casting spells to defend himself; his legs were so weak he couldn't even take a single step back.

Occasionally, a nobleman's son with strong resilience would attempt to rebel, but before he could utter a single word, his head would explode into a bloody mess, staining Arthur Wellesley's head and clothes with blood.

Arthur Wellesley laughed even more maniacally, continuing to slaughter the noblemen who still dared to resist.

This drove the noble children to their wits' end.

If you don't resist, you'll be hacked to death; if you do resist, you'll be the first to be headed off. Either way, you'll die; the only difference is the order of death. There's no such thing as being dignified or not.

The only hope the noblemen could have was that Edmund Celestio would be free to rescue them before they were all killed.

However, Edmund Celestio, the most likely savior, was also preoccupied with his own problems at this time.

The palace hall was too small, and Edmund Celestio was too close to Ravend Black after accepting the general's toast.

No magic-based class would have an easy time being approached by a class of the same rank.

But Edmund Celestio still has the advantage.

That was the power of the scepter in his hand and the magic of the stars at night.

The scepter is essentially an ultra-luxurious staff made of magical materials.

The handle of the scepter is made of a special metal, not an ordinary one, but a magical alloy meticulously refined and fused by alchemists supported by the royal family over countless days and nights. It is a deep black with a faint sheen on its surface.

The most remarkable characteristic of this special metal is its ability to absorb the power of the stars. Whenever night falls and the sky is filled with stars, the scepter trembles slightly, as if engaging in some mysterious communication with the distant stars. Faint starlight gradually emerges on the metal's surface; this starlight, as if alive, flows and intertwines on the scepter, forming beautiful star charts.

At the top of the scepter was a huge crystal. This crystal was completely transparent, without a single impurity inside, just like a pure ice crystal.

When light passes through a crystal, a strange change occurs. Countless tiny stars appear inside the crystal, twinkling and dancing depending on the intensity of the light.

This is one of Edmund Celestio's greatest weapons, as he is capable of mobilizing and utilizing the power of the stars.

In contrast, the unarmed Ravend Black suffered a great loss in terms of weaponry.

Edmund Celestio's scepter slammed into the ground with a dull thud, and several beams of light shot out simultaneously from the crystal within the scepter!

Ravend Black reacted quickly, enveloping himself in magic to form a magical barrier that blocked the beam of light from penetrating.

The beam of light came within a fist's distance of Revander Black, but then could not advance any further.

"Incredible power."

Revander Black, who took the hit head-on, didn't seem as relaxed as he appeared, and offered a word of praise.