Chapter 187: Chapter 179 Epilogue

Just when everyone was terrified to their core, fearing that all the thousands of people within the estate would be slaughtered by the mysterious figure, the gentle golden sunlight gradually disappeared.

“Enough,” he muttered.

The lifeless eyes of “Solar Gold” gazed into the distance, aware that his actions had alarmed numerous Monarch powerful experts in the neighboring provinces on the East Coast, and he could not stay any longer.

The two top powers in Cyart he feared the most were the Cyart King and Duke Black Iron, both of whom were very likely stronger than “Solar Gold.”

Next, he needed to leave Cyart territory quickly, without being intercepted and entangled.

In the next moment, the body of “Solar Gold” turned into a beam of golden light, completely vanishing into the horizon.

“The Discipline Upholder from the Lost Cult is gone!”

“We have survived!”

“He has left us!”

The people felt overwhelming terror and a sense of joy as if they had just escaped death. Tears and wails immediately broke out, while many others stood in a daze, completely clueless about why this had happened.

Zayne Frosac, the Acting Bishop of the East Coast diocese, trembled with his fists clenched, took a deep breath, and glared angrily.

“I must enter the palace of the Extraordinary and ascend to the Monarch’s throne!” he declared.

The experience of being cut down like ants in a nightmare was something Zayne never wanted to relive, not even once.

In the horrific massacre, the Eagle clan and the Lion clan suffered the heaviest casualties, with each losing over a dozen direct family members, while the head of the Sunrise clan had also unfortunately perished.

The dying Viscount Bast was quickly rescued by a healing-type Spellcaster. If he were truly pronounced dead, one could easily say that the Lion clan had suffered the greatest loss at the wedding.

No one would have suspected the massacre to be a plot directed and performed by Viscount Bast.

Byrne, who knew the truth, looked at the roaring Abel Leone and the weeping Renzo Leone, as well as the uninformed Lion clan members, his heart a tumult of complex emotions, unable to imagine their thoughts if they knew the truth.

“They have no idea…”

He opened his mouth but said nothing, feeling only a chill creeping up his back.

The Lion clan members who had lost loved ones were mourning their kin and were also anxious about the near-death state of Viscount Bast.

They had no clue that it was that man who had fooled them all.

They only knew that Viscount Bast must not die, for he was the most crucial pillar of the Lion clan! Without him, the entire clan might crumble or never again experience such smooth sailing as before.

Suddenly, Byrne understood something: he could never become a man like Bast.

And he did not wish to be.

Several days later, the “Fein Tragedy” that shook all of Cyart spread throughout the nation; the deaths of hundreds of important nobles and celebrities had a tremendous impact.

Initially, the Lost Cult had only been infamous within high society, but following the “Fein Tragedy,” everyone, from the highest nobles to almost all common Cyart people, became aware of a terrible heretical cult.

The Lost Cult!

According to rumors, they were the horrific followers who worshipped the Evil God, Lord of the Lost, and every one of them was as wicked as a demon! They delighted in sacrificing innocent young girls and children and were adept at torturing souls!

If a commoner encountered a Lost follower, they would surely end up in a fate worse than death!

As for the legendary Lord of the Lost, He was undeniably an Evil God of immense dread, born to bring destruction to the world, with everything doomed to shatter in His presence!

Finally, Karl gained influence amongst the people in an inexplicable way.

Several days later.

In the cemetery of the Leone family, new tombstones were adorned with a variety of floral tributes.

Viscount Bast, who had been revived from near death, stood with white hair, a calm gaze, and an upright posture in front of his grandson’s grave marker.

Byrne stood silently beside him, without uttering a word.

“Do you think I am too ruthless? That what I did was a betrayal to those who trusted me?” Bast asked, after placing a bouquet of flowers, his voice grave.

Byrne quietly shook his head in response, not answering, but in a rare stir of emotion, he felt an undeniable anger towards Viscount Bast.

It was at this very moment that Byrne reaffirmed his regard for Viscount Bast as an important person; otherwise, he would not have been so upset over this matter.

The white-haired Viscount Bast glanced at him and said calmly,

“You see, there were reasons for killing those people. Some of them were disloyal to me, others embezzled and accumulated wealth dishonestly, and many indulged in senseless slaughter of civilians. They were all cancers to the Lion clan.”

“Byrne, rest assured, you won’t betray me, so I will never harm the Fischer family.”

Were the deaths of those people all justified? Every single one of them? Byrne couldn’t help but question deep inside. He simply couldn’t tell if Viscount Bast was lying.

Viscount Bast continued to speak.

“Byrne, I want to build a brand new world, a Cyart shaped jointly by the Lion clan and the Fischer family. The current state of the nation is too barbaric, desolate, where people lack knowledge, do not understand reverence…”

“I hope that the commoners can all be educated and I hope that the Cyart people can live with dignity. I hope to establish a complete order that truly prevents the local nobles from being overbearing and allows ordinary people to smile.”

At this point, Viscount Bast paused, turned his head to look at Byrne, and placed his hand on his shoulder.

“I know you don’t agree with my methods at all, but you definitely agree with my values. Byrne, please help me, continue to lend me a hand! Everything is about to be realized!”

“In a few years’ time, I will reach that Monarch’s throne which countless people yearn for!”

Byrne gazed into Bast’s eyes, while the white-haired old man looked back at him with a gaze filled with sincerity and ambition, not attempting to hide it!

He originally thought that Bast and his father were almost the same kind of person, but gradually, he noticed the differences between them.

Finally, Byrne nodded, then said to Viscount Bast, “I understand, Lord Viscount. The Fischer family and I will be of assistance to you.”

Taking a deep breath, Viscount Bast gently nodded, smiled, and continued:

“One of Zavier’s contingencies has been destroyed by me, but a man like him might have more than one contingency. I’ve been looking for others but have yet to find any.”

“Help me find it, Byrne. Zavier must still have something hidden away.”

He fell silent for a long moment before turning to leave, then added:

“Trust me, Byrne.”

“I will keep on winning. So-called fate is nothing more than my stepping stone, and it will ultimately be at my mercy!”

Byrne silently watched as the old man walked away from the graveyard.

——

“Solar Gold” eventually managed to escape from within Cyart territory, hiding somewhere, no longer traceable.

The Cyart King was furious upon learning of the “Fein Tragedy” and ordered a nationwide official manhunt for the Lost followers, promising great rewards to anyone who could capture one!

The major churches of the Eastern Four Kingdoms also issued additional wanted notices, adding bounties for all followers of the Lost Cult and for that so-called High Priest, the “Discipline Upholder.”

Many with various intentions towards the Lost Cult began to converge on Cyart.

And it wasn’t just those who wanted to capture and destroy the Lost Cult; there were also some heretics among the Extraordinary Exponents who sought to join the Lost Cult and find power from the Lost Lord.

The bride and groom of the Eagle and Lion survived, allowing the marriage alliance between the two families to continue. However, after significant casualties at the wedding banquet, the Eagle clan had no power to resist and were left at the mercy of Viscount Bast.

Over half a year later, Colonel Abel Leone, Viscount Bast’s cousin, formally took charge of Phelps Port, and the Eagle clan completely became vassals of the Lions.

The new head of the Sunrise clan was a young man whose mother was the daughter of Viscount Bast, while the new head of the Eagle clan was the lady who married into the Lion clan.

Without a doubt, both were merely Viscount Bast’s puppets.

After taking over Zavier’s shipyard, Viscount Bast’s subordinates continued its operation, and the first steamship was finally launched, attracting great attention along the East Coast.

Followers of the Reforging Church came to the Eastern Four Kingdoms, ready to spread the doctrine of steam. They began to help people use steel and fire technology free of charge.

At the same time, Byrne also learned from their teachings of something newly spread from within the Reforging Church that immediately piqued his great interest.

“Railroads?”

Before long, Darren and his lover Fayer had a son.

Byrne named him Felix, meaning “fortunate one.” The child, being illegitimate, had his identity concealed; only the Fischer family’s close relatives and the Daybreakers knew of his existence.

Another year and a half passed, and Darren returned to the Fischer family from the Cyart Royal Army. He soon married the daughter of Viscount Oder.

After Zavier’s surrender and death, the Garcia family had decided to completely submit. The Fischer family quickly came to effectively control the entire region of the four towns.

Having acquired gold mines, gambling, and the entertainment industry, the Fischer family’s rate of wealth accumulation reached unprecedented levels.

The decades-long struggle between the Lions and the Eagles on the East Coast finally came to an end.

And the Fischer family welcomed a new generation.

After another year, on a winter’s night, the Cyart King suddenly issued a joint notice to all the nobles and citizens of the country along with the Salvation Church, Tempest Church, Silver Moon Church, and Reforging Church.

“The Northern Meyer family has gone completely mad, slaughtering the children of the gods en masse, and in secret they support the heretical cult ‘Stars Embrace Order,’ an unpardonable sin!”

“To uphold the faith of the gods, with the joint support of the major churches, the righteous nobility of Cyart unanimously decided to send troops north to aid the Rhea Royal Family!”