Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 229

Chapter 229

“It was indeed the perfect moment to visit. Everyone is gathered here.”

Logan’s impression upon leaving the Tower of Fire was simple.

However, Clayton, who followed behind, seemed troubled by something and hesitantly opened his mouth after a moment of hesitation.freewebnovel.cσ๓

“But, Lord Logan. Among the mages, there are many with strong pride and nasty dispositions. They may have submitted now due to being overwhelmed by strength, but that could lead to greater rebellion later on.”

“We don’t have the leisure to consider that now. If they resist, they’ll face the consequences. For now, we need their strength.”

A hint of murderous intent naturally blended into the softly flowing voice.

Clayton stiffened at the spine-chilling sensation, fixing his gaze on Logan.

Logan’s presence had grown even stronger after the civil war.

‘Or perhaps it has been since the duel with His Excellency the Sword Emperor.’

The problem was that this growing intensity sometimes erupted into killing intent, even during ordinary conversations.

It felt to Clayton as if he was looking at a bomb that could go off at any moment, and he couldn’t help but worry.

But Logan himself had already become a superhuman walking his own path, a hero of the era who had saved the kingdom from civil war and overturned the royal family with another.

Even if he was young, he wasn’t someone Clayton felt qualified to advise.

With a worried gaze, Clayton decided to withdraw his concern.

“Understood. I will ensure everything is perfectly controlled on my end.”

“Very well. I trust you.”

As Logan eliminated yet another variable within the capital, another variable to the southeast of the capital was crumbling.

“Stop them!”

“My lord, the enemy forces are overwhelming. We must surrender!”

“Don’t joke with me! They are brutes who have betrayed their duty to their liege and slain the king! I would rather die than surrender to them!”

The fervent outcry from Count Orlando Ferhi echoed as the old knight reporting to him stiffened.

‘Are you willing to sacrifice your entire house for your loyalty?’

He saw clearly that the house he had served for many years was headed for ruin, but there was nothing more he could do.

All he could do was watch helplessly as flames engulfed the realm beyond the decimated county, the banner of the flames advancing toward the inner castle.

“Damnation…!”

Snap.

Thud.

Roll.

Padric indifferently watched the severed head that he had just struck down.

‘It’s over now.’

Count Orlando Ferhi’s end marked the last survivor of the Secretaries of State appointed by the now-dead king.

The factions that had been openly resisting McClain were all gone.

The follow-up reports from his subordinates confirmed this as well.

“The outer city has been thoroughly dealt with. The inner city will not take long.”

“Well done, Henderson. Return to the capital once it’s over.”

“Yes, sir!”

‘The immediate crisis has been dealt with.’

Looking out at the burning Ferhi county, Padric couldn’t help but let out a wry smile as he thought of the phrase that contrasted with the scene before him. He felt a sense of relief, but was quickly hardened by another thought.

‘Now what choice will Logan make?’

The kingdom was, in essence, in the hands of the family.

He could never have imagined the situation would come to this a few years ago when his son was rapidly advancing the family’s prominence.

But at this pivotal moment, likely to bring more significant changes, Padric could not think of any advice to give his son.

He was unable to come to a conclusion himself.

‘Such a tangled issue, my son.’

At least in his mind, controlling the kingdom and becoming the king were clearly two different matters.

Either to prop up a distant relative from the Grandia royal family and retain the real power or to create a McClain royal dynasty around Logan.

Both choices would bring completely different repercussions, and as someone who had lived his life valuing honor, family, and chivalry, Padric could not easily voice either option.

However, his dilemma was soon concluded with a straightforward utterance from one of the subordinates.

“Huh? I’ll just follow whatever decision Prince Logan makes. He’s taken care of everything so far, hasn’t he?”

“Yes, that’s right. Ha, so it is.”

The choice wasn’t mine to make.

Padric was the lord of McClain, but in reality, it was his son whom all knights and residents of the realm followed.

It may have been a cowardly thought, but…

‘Whatever you choose, Logan, I will support you with all I have.’

Padric made his decision, and at that moment, his next course of action changed.

“Henderson, change our return route.”

“Sir?”

“I will visit the lords in the vicinity of the capital. A day each should suffice.”

“Yes, sir.”

The domains that had already expressed their submission to McClain.

But to ensure they didn’t get other ideas, he would make an impression they wouldn’t forget.

Thus, the McClain army announced its patrol near the capital, having subdued the rebels.

The declaration of support from the great magical towers and the rapid subjugation of the remaining royalist forces…

The tour of the domains followed, a much-anticipated development for those who had been late to ally themselves with McClain.

Among them, Count Jack Huan, the high-ranking lord near the capital, made another significant decision at that moment.

“Do everything possible to support McClain. Offer finances, troops, whatever they want! Even if they say it’s not necessary, still go!”

“My lord, do we really need to go that far?”

“The more you invest, the more will come back to you. The McClain family has become the kingdom itself now. Investments in the McClain family will be repaid on a kingdom-wide level! Just do it! Damn, if I had known, I would have sent troops since the civil war began.”

Count Jack Huan regretted his late realization and immediately grabbed a pen.

The letter he penned was filled with flattery, so much so that his deputy could not help but look on with appalled eyes.