Duke, This Will Sting for a Moment (30 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 116

The Grand Duke, who had left to deal with the northern iron mine collapse incident, returned after only two days.

He had rushed back to the capital immediately after hastily holding funeral services for the victims, because evidence had emerged implicating Duke Yobel of the south as the mastermind behind the disaster.

Frost headed straight for the Imperial Palace without even stopping by his residence.

When he first received news of the accident and departed for the north, the Imperial Court had simultaneously dispatched their own investigators, forming a joint investigation team on-site between the north and the imperial authorities.

On-site investigations began into the eleven iron mines—including Donodio Mine—that had collapsed simultaneously, and the culprits were identified in less than half a day.

Approximately twenty southern miners confessed to planting explosives themselves, then committed suicide by poison while held in the temporary detention cell reserved for the Grand Duke.

Handwritten suicide notes, apparently penned before their confessions, were discovered in their lodgings.

The situation unfolded exactly like the magical self-detonation incident at the Magic Tower.

The Magic Tower suspected the north, and in an instant, a rift formed between the north and the south.

The one difference was that the Emperor had now declared this mine collapse not merely a northern affair but a clear provocation against the very foundations of the Empire, and issued an imperial decree for Duke Yobel’s immediate arrest.

Though Duke Yobel was a high noble with immunity from arrest, the small group of knights who had accompanied him from the south stood no chance against the imperial guard cavalry urgently dispatched by the Emperor.

News of Duke Yobel’s urgent arrest sent the south into great turmoil.

The hot-blooded southerners immediately took to the streets in protest, ready to take up arms—because the actions taken against their lord felt no different than a declaration of war.

Leo slammed his fist against the carriage wall, grinding his teeth in fury.

“Has the Emperor’s skull been stuffed with shit instead of a brain? Does he really think we’ll suspect His Grace Yobel and turn our backs on the south because of this? This isn’t political intrigue or even war—it’s just insane, senseless slaughter!”

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