After Knox finished giving his orders, the guard immediately went toward the chamber where the herald lived. Once he reached the chamber, he passed the king's orders to the herald.

The herald immediately forged the order and announced it to the whole kingdom using a magical device. All the aristocrats received the announcement, turned it into an official decree, and attached it to all the public notice boards in the kingdom. Since not everyone has the luxury of owning a magical device, public notice boards are necessary for passing the orders given by the king or any other higher official.

Knox, who was relaxing in the hot water, didn't know that his announcement was making huge waves all over the kingdom and that other kingdoms around the Arvandor Kingdom were feeling the effects of these waves.

In one of the Provinces in the Arvandor Kingdom...

"Knock, knock..."

"Come in..."

The middle-aged man sat in his opulent study, surrounded by the scent of leather and mahogany. His silver-streaked hair framed a face lined with wisdom, while his steely gray eyes held both sharpness. His presence commanded respect, exuding authority from years of battles fought and won.

"Your Grace, we have received His Majesty's order," said the steward in a respectful tone.

"His Majesty's order? Pass it to me," Duke Hill said, extending his hand to take the magic device.

The steward nodded and handed over the magic device. Duke Hill received it and activated it with a small amount of mana.

Bzzz...

The magic device vibrated for a moment, and light shone brightly as a hologram of the order hovered in the air.

"Oh," Duke Hill said, reading with a frown on his face.

"Interesting," exclaimed Duke Hill with a surprised look on his face, thinking, "What a weird order from this crazy king. What does he want to do with the orphans? Whatever it is, all I have to do is send the orphans from my duchy."

"Pass my order: search for the orphans all over our duchy and send them to the capital safely and as soon as possible," the Duke ordered in a majestic tone.

"As you command, Your Grace," said the steward, standing up before hurrying out of the room to spread Duke Hill’s orders throughout the duchy. All the high-ranking officials in the duchy received the order within a few minutes.

In one of the count's manors...

The count received the order and started reading it. "Why is the Duke looking for orphans? Hmm..." the count thought for a moment and called the steward.

"My lord, what's your order?" The steward entered and bowed respectfully.

"Immediately pass my orders: get our troops to do the fieldwork. I want them to fulfill my order within a day," said the count in a loud yet majestic voice.

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"As you command, my lord," the steward said, standing up and hurrying out of the room.

Without wasting a second, he passed the count’s orders to the marshal, who then passed the order to all the captains of the squadrons under him.

This process repeated all over the kingdom, and even though it was an insignificant matter, it caused a small commotion because it was ordered by the crazy king.

Meanwhile, in Duke Hill's manor...

"What's all this commotion, Father? Are you preparing for a war or something?" asked a young lady with a curious look on her face.

A middle-aged man shook his head and said, "I am just following our king’s orders."

"Oh, what did our crazy king order, Father?"

Duke Hill frowned and said in a stern tone, "Mind your manners when people are around you. Don't cause me unnecessary trouble."

"I will remember and be careful. So, what's His Majesty's order, Father?"

Duke gestured for his daughter to come closer. She nodded and moved toward him. Once she was close, he handed her the magic device. She extended her hand to receive it and inserted a small amount of mana into it.

Bzzz...

The device vibrated for a moment, and the order was displayed in the air. The young lady started reading it. "Hmm? Why is His Majesty looking for orphans?"

"I don't know," Duke Hill replied, shaking his head.

"Father, leave it to me. I will take care of His Majesty's order carefully," said the young lady, looking at her father.

"Hmm," Duke Hill nodded, continuing with his paperwork.

The young lady stepped out of the room and moved toward the special team arranged to search for the orphans all over the province under Duke Hill.

"My lady," all the guards bowed their heads when they saw the Duke's daughter approaching them.

The young lady nodded and asked them to stand straight. "I will lead this team personally. Let's fulfill His Majesty's order as soon as possible."

"As you command, my lady," all the guards responded in unison.

Meanwhile, in the capital...

"Who are you? What do you want?" asked the fat man, his cheeks jiggling as he spoke.

"There is no need for the dead to know my name."

Swoosh...

Puchuk...

"Ah...mmm..."

A young man in black clothes slowly removed the cloth covering his face.

"It...it's you... How can you be here? You should be in a dungeon, right?" exclaimed the fat man with a shocked look on his face.

"Hehe...it's you who should be in a dungeon, bastard. You killed the love of my life and ruined my life. I will make sure you die a dog's death," the young man said, tightening his grip and piercing the knife into the fat man's body again.

Again and again, until the fat man's body turned into a hornet's nest, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth. The fat man kept staring at the young man, who continued stabbing him without pause.

The young man exited the room through the window, and the servant who entered the room to clean was the last thing the fat man saw before he released his last breath.

The young man moved away from that place and sat on the top of a building, blood dripping from his cheeks.

"Sweta, I finally avenged you. I stabbed him for every second you suffered at his hands," the young man murmured, tears sliding down his face.

"Knox Caldwell, now it's your turn," the young man muttered with a vengeful look on his face.

Meanwhile...

"Sneeze..."

Knox sneezed and reached out his hand to rub his nose.

"Your Majesty, if you need, we will call a royal doctor," said the guards, bowing their heads.

"Oh, it's okay. It's just a sneeze; there is no need for a doctor."