After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King-Chapter 305 - 49: The Ultimate Fool

"Cough, cough, cough... What a joke... This is treason! Damn you, Yila!"

Caligula coughed violently, his face pale from Mana’s exhaustion. The colleagues and soldiers around him, also fleeing along with him, were in even worse condition.

Some weaker nobles had already collapsed to the ground, their faces deathly pale. It was partly from the days and nights of fleeing, and partly from the drain of Mana, and also from their wounds.

Most of the people in this group were seriously injured.

Caligula was the only one still relatively clean. Given how long he had been active in the empire, it was clear that he was one of the top professionals of the empire.

If ranked in a card game, Caligula would be one of the rare SSR cards in the empire.

...

Since Ulrichla’s strategy began, the nobles, including Caligula, had been branded as rebels. A team of governors and mages was chasing them, aiming to annihilate them.

The nobles being hunted were, naturally, the former Noble Faction... Once a force that controlled half of the empire, now reduced to this sorry state with Caligula at their helm.

All of this was due to Yila’s departure. To say the Noble Faction existed because of Yila wouldn’t be wrong. The balance they maintained benefited all three sides.

However, because of a foolish subordinate’s actions, things turned out this way...

Yila must have also suffered when he was forced to leave. Isabella must have suffered from the empire’s division. Caligula, exiled to the border, certainly suffered too... At least, that’s what Caligula thought.

"Damn it! Why have I become so pathetic?!"

Caligula cursed, no longer able to maintain his usual gracefulness. His outburst disrupted the sleeping nobles. In such dire circumstances, there was no longer any notion of rank or status.

Who listened to whom? Who obeyed whom? In the midst of their escape, such concepts no longer existed!

"Shut up, Caligula! If it weren’t for you driving Yila away, we wouldn’t be in this mess!"

Listening to the angry noble, Caligula’s face twisted further. He grabbed the noble by the collar, veins bulging as he warned with each word, "Count Qinon Lars, watch your tone!"

But Count Lars grabbed Caligula’s collar in return, scornfully retorting, "I’m a duke now, you fool!"

Yes, the former Count Qinon Lars had been promoted to Duke because he responded to Isabella’s "land-for-title" policy. Logically speaking, the promotion was indeed beneficial.

In the empire, noble titles worked like VIP levels. The higher the title, the greater the benefits in various aspects, like bonuses for military achievements. Profits would pay back the land within five or six years, after which the benefits only grew.

This mention only fueled Caligula’s anger.

He released the other’s collar and then gripped his neck, lifting him high. Watching the noble’s face turn red and limbs flail, Caligula stared deeply into his terrified eyes.

"Duke Qinon Lars... Alright, you’re a duke! But why is a duke like you acting like a dead dog? If it weren’t for all you idiots thinking only about your titles, things wouldn’t have ended up like this!"

At the sound of Caligula’s voice, the surrounding soldiers belonging to Duke Lars belatedly raised their weapons against Caligula. But they were soon outnumbered by Caligula’s troops, who aimed their weapons back.

The air grew tense.

"If it weren’t for His Highness receiving a large supply of grain, how would Ulrichla so easily accept our peasants and civilians and give up territory? You are all idiots! All idiots!!!"

Caligula raged, throwing the other noble to the ground after watching him turn purple. As the noble coughed violently, Caligula scanned the eyes of the surrounding nobles, which avoided his gaze.

"I told you long ago, Yila may be an asshole, but he was a valuable asshole! What did you all think? That once he left, we could do whatever we wanted?"

Caligula sarcastically scolded these nobles. Though he found Yila nauseating, his dislike had its limits... enough to make Yila uncomfortable, but not so much as to overturn the table.

But this group of self-righteous fools ruined everything.

"Hey, stop talking about that! Caligula! You’re planning to seek refuge in the Duchy, right?"

At a noble’s shout, Caligula calmed down a bit, glanced at him, and said, "We have no other option left. We still have a chance for a comeback."

However, even so, it was still a big question whether the Duchy would accept them...

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"..."

The nobles fell silent, their thoughts unknown. They glanced at each other, seemingly making decisions... And at this moment, Caligula, who had closed his eyes, was unaware.

Unaware of what his colleagues were plotting...

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"From the tracks... they are just ahead."

A governor said, leading the pursuing team forward before stopping... They saw Caligula and the smiling nobles who surrounded him.

Behind the nobles were a fair number of soldiers... and the scent of fresh blood lingered in the air.

*An internal conflict?* the lead governor thought...

"Governors, we have captured the rebel, Caligula..."

A noble fawned, rubbing his hands together like a fly, smiling ingratiatingly as he asked, "This should count towards our redemption, right?"

"..."

"..."

"Hahahahahaha!!!"

Caligula laughed loudly. It was hard to describe his expression while bound. He seemed to see the absurdity of the world and witness the lowest point of human wisdom and logic...

"Uuuuuu..."

Like a madman, Caligula burst into tears. The once high-spirited man now seemed old and weathered. He cursed, "Go to hell! Go to hell! Uuuuuu!!!"

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