After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King-Chapter 306 - 50: The Death of Caligula

Caligula the Grand Duke... Looking back on his life, it had been a truly dramatic one.

At his birth, the entire Duke’s Domain of Caligula had called out his name... Entrusted with great expectations, he did not disappoint his father’s hopes, perfectly inheriting the title of Duke.

Under Caligula’s governance, his reputation within the empire grew ever more illustrious, eventually earning him the respectful title of "Grand Duke." It was he who had become the vital pillar supporting the empire at the dawn of the war against the demons.

If all went as expected, Caligula would die a hero, steadfastly defending the Royal City of the empire, witnessing its fall with unwavering loyalty... perishing at the hands of the magic creatures.

It would become an epic.

But... someone who absolutely should not have been born came into existence. His name was Yila Elkaras, born into the Elkaras Family, a small household with an insignificant fief.

In a burst of magical power, Yila caused the death of Caligula’s child.

However, Caligula didn’t mind... Soon after, during his studies at the Pure White Tower, Yila killed another of his children in a duel, yet he still didn’t mind.

The exceptionally talented Yila made Caligula very optimistic about the young man’s future... Caligula knew Yila would be the empire’s future hope, possibly granting the empire some breathing room.

Then...

...

After graduating, Yila became a perfect traitor... Seducing two generations of kings, spreading words of betrayal, displaying rebelliousness, forming factions, eliminating dissenters, acting selfishly, deceiving both superiors and subordinates.

He reveled in favoritism, lost ambition to indulgence, built a reputation, schemed to seize power, persecuted colleagues, wielded power to misgovern the empire, and harmed loyal subjects...

Yila had a hand in nearly every matter, and though it was undeniable that he turned the tide of the war against the demons, undoubtedly, he was certainly no good minister.

At least for the empire’s classes, he was a unique traitor.

Everything changed from then on.

...

"..."

Caligula struggled to open his eyes, looking at the bustling crowd before him, then laboriously raised his head to gaze at Princess Isabella sitting high up... He knew he was about to be executed.

His vision was shrouded in red, and all he could feel was dizziness.

*How could it end like this? Clearly... Clearly... Clearly... Clearly... he was the most loyal, everything he did was for the empire, for his power and the empire itself.*

*For thousands of years, all nobles had acted this way, and so it was only right for him to do the same, and to reject someone like Yila who didn’t. Could this be wrong?!*"

"Could it... be wrong?"

*Of course not, it’s impossible. The one who is wrong is not me...*

Caligula’s eyes widened, he reached out to clutch the shackle around his neck, already as mad as a hatter... *He felt the world was absurd, all notions of "right" and "wrong" seemed to have swapped places.*

"Ha... ha... ha..."

Caligula gasped, collapsing powerlessly to the ground, staring at the executioner who had raised his knife. At this moment, he suddenly realized... he was about to die.

"No... no... no... no... no no no no no no!!!!"

Nearly losing his mind, Caligula retreated helplessly, but was tethered in place, unable to retreat further... He wasn’t actually afraid of death; he had been prepared for it a long time ago.

Caligula had lived long enough.

"What will happen to my children, my wife?"

Caligula muttered, kissing the empire’s land that he loved. *He really loved his wife... Even though he enjoyed toying with slaves, it did not detract from his genuine love for his wife.*

There was no contradiction.

"Duke Caligula III! Betrayed the empire during the war, guilty beyond pardon! Execution now!"

As the judge pronounced the sentence, the executioner raised the knife high once more, its blade glinting coldly... Caligula, whose hands were now shackled with Forbidden Magic Stone cuffs, theoretically could not struggle even an iota.

Of course, nothing in the world was absolute.

"Never!!! A bunch of... civilians! Wretched beings! How can they kill me?!!!"

Caligula roared, a violent burst of Mana broke through the shackles and the stone’s blockade of Mana. Flames erupted from him, unusually fierce in that moment. He shouted: "Only he! Only he has the right!!!"

The identity of "he" needed no inquiry.

"Yila Elkaras! You coward, you scoundrel! Come out! Show yourself! Watching me suffer brings you joy, doesn’t it?! Then come duel me! Kill me?!!!"

Caligula’s eyes had burst open, his own blood splattering across his face, making the world appear entirely red. Relying on memory alone, he threw Mana attacks wildly in the direction of Isabella.

*Even in his madness, he was certain... if Yila were present, he would inevitably come out to protect Isabella, a thought lodged deep in his subconscious.*

*Suddenly, a question popped into his mind, a question that awaited all to ponder, yet he only now began to consider—if Yila was like that, could he truly be a traitor?*

*But Caligula would not think about it, he refused to consider...*

Blocking his path stood a winged governor. Blood obscuring his vision, Caligula could not see his face, but... there was no doubt, the person he had been waiting for was right there.

"Hahaha!!! Hahahahahaha!!! Yila! You are indeed... Yila..."

Caligula’s voice gradually lowered, his last bit of vitality and strength having been drained in his outburst, making any action from the other party unnecessary as he fell to the ground, murmuring: "You bastard... The empire is yours now."

*I was right about you...*

Yila, you are indeed a gifted prodigy!!

"Ha!"

"..."

"..."

After the short, rapid laughter, even before he could continue with "Hahaha...", Caligula’s eyes instantly dimmed, and he stopped breathing altogether.

"..."

"Marilla, did he just... misunderstand something?"

Marilla Elkaras, who had been standing between Isabella and Caligula, retracted the wings behind her back, shook her head, and simply answered: "Pay it no mind... absolutely nonsensical."

As her words faded, the furious, homeless civilians rushed toward Caligula’s corpse, tearing at it... channeling all their displaced hatred onto Caligula.

Even though he had been the most respected noble among the civilians.

...

For the self-proclaimed great Caligula, being torn apart by lowly civilians... must have been the most horrible, cruel, desperate, humiliating, and disgusting end imaginable.

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"Yawn..."

Yila idly planned the Cat Car routes on the Demon King Territory map when he suddenly sensed something... He raised his head to gaze out the window.

"..."

"Ha, what a mystery... I feel much better."

Yila chuckled self-assuredly, propping his chin and squinting in that feeling. Then, in an instant of realization, he smirked... He extended his index and middle fingers together, waving them in the direction of the World Tree.

*So, Caligula is dead. I can actually sense it... Is this what? An enemy? A friend?* fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

No, being enemies and friends with such a fool is too disgusting... Then "nemesis" it is? Yet even that term feels nauseating; "archenemy" seems more fitting.

This is an archenemy.

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"Arrivederci! Damn vermin!"

Yila bid farewell in such a manner.

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