King's Awakening

A loud noise rang through the air, almost deafening the elder. Soon after, he saw the two large doors of the Taylor house swing like giant pendulums straight towards him.

The elder’s pupils contracted as he hastily flung himself flat on the ground.

The very moment he dropped to the ground, the two flying doors grazed over his forehead.

Even though he hadn’t been hit, it gave him a goosebump-inducing feeling. He lay on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

That was close!

If he’d been hit head-on, he would have most likely met his end here.

Meanwhile, upon hearing the commotion from inside the house, Wood Taylor rushed out hurriedly.

The sight before his eyes darkened his expression immediately. He looked like an enraged lion, ready to devour someone.

“Who the hell dared to cause trouble on my Taylor property!?” Wood Taylor roared angrily, his eyes like a tiger’s, glaring at the entrance, full of fury.

Having made a name for himself in Capital City for over twenty years, he had never experienced such insolence at his front door.

This was an unprecedented event!

If word of this got out, who in the city would continue to harbour fear for Wood Taylor?

Thus, from the moment Wood Taylor witnessed this incident, he was determined to show them who was in charge. If he didn’t, the people of Capital City would forget that a character like him, Wood Taylor, existed!

Thinking this, Wood Taylor’s fists clenched tight, creaking with tension.

That aura of power emanated from within him.

“Everyone, come out now!” Wood Taylor roared uncontrollably.

Thud, thud, thud…

As his words fell, white-clad soldiers from the direction of the Taylor house filed in one by one, promptly filling up the large courtyard.

This…

Seeing the scene before them, Taylor’s once-arrogant men instantly deflated, like eggplants beaten by frost, completely losing their will to resist.

“Are you bloody daft? Put down your stick and back off, this is the White War Department’s people. Do you think you can resist?”

“What? The White War Department? What on earth is going on? When did Sir Taylor provoke someone from the White War Department?”

“Who the hell knows? Just put down whatever you’re holding, or else you’re in for it!”

One by one, Wood Taylor’s men dropped their sticks, obediently raised their hands, and semi-squatted on the ground, looking like they were ready to surrender.

Witnessing this scene, Wood Taylor was seething with anger.

But now was not the time to deal with these underlings. The pressing issue was to manage the problem right before him.

Thinking this, Wood Taylor, squinting his eyes, glared with intent at the group of white-clothed soldiers appearing before him.

Just what on earth is happening?

Why do these people from the White War Department have the time to show up here?

Isn’t their Lord Military Master on the brink of death?

Could all of it be a hoax!?

Thinking this, Wood Taylor gasped sharply.

If all of this was a hoax, then he was indeed in grave danger.

But, Wood Taylor was not going to give in without a fight. Anxiously, he began, “Everyone, I’m not sure what crime I’ve committed that would warrant the White War Department’s personal intervention?

The Taylor Family has always conducted legitimate business. We’ve never courted conflict or provoked the White War Department.

If you want to deal with me, you must give me a reason!”

Legitimate business?

A reason?

As his words fell, from the direction of the entrance, derisive laughter followed.

“Murder for profit!”

“Formation of cliques for selfish ends!”

“Hiring assassins!”

A dismissive trio of voices rang out one after another. Then, with a resounding thud, the final declaration followed. “Conspiring against the Military Master!”

With four voices and four charges, each one alone was strong enough to imprison Wood Taylor indefinitely.

Especially the last one, conspiring against the Military Master!

Hearing this, Wood Taylor’s face darkened to the point of nearly dripping water.

“Who are you people!?” Wood Taylor ground his teeth and questioned, ready to prepare himself for a desperate fight.

In his eyes, as long as he could escape, there would be a turn of events once Benjamin Mitchell returned.

Of course, a prerequisite was that he had to escape today.

“I am, Heaven!”

“I am, Earth!”

“I am, Mystery!”

“I am, Yellow!”

Heaven, Earth, Mystery, Yellow, the Four Great War Gods!

Whoosh!

The announcement of these four entities resounded like a thunderclap in the minds of all the Taylors, leaving everyone trembling with fear.

Who could have imagined that the ones visiting their Taylor house were the Four Great War Gods of the White War Department?

Each of these War Gods was an invincible entity.

Let alone their worldly influence, even on bloody battlefields, the names of these four carried a great weight.

Now, in the ordinary world, these four, most likely, could crush all worldly forces.

Hearing this, Wood Taylor was filled with a sense of despair. He completely abandoned any thoughts of escape, or more precisely, the appearance of the Four Great War Gods directly blocked the idea of his escape.

He may have been arrogant, but not to the extent of sheer ignorance.

Himself pitted against the Four Great War Gods — there was simply no comparison.

The only way to reverse the current situation was the arrival of Benjamin Mitchell.

But, it was still several days until Benjamin Mitchell’s return.

“I must survive, only if I survive can I wait for Benjamin’s return!” Wood Taylor took a deep breath and struggled to calm his inner turmoil. Subsequently, he slowly began, “It seems you have come prepared!

I have never committed acts of murder for profit, formation of cliques for selfish ends, or hiring of assassins, but whether my men have or not, I am not sure. If you need my cooperation, I will provide it unconditionally.

Now, about conspiring against the Military Master…”

Stopping here, Wood Taylor took a pause. As they say, ‘a cunning rabbit has three burrows’. As the laundered Wood Taylor, he of course, had countermeasures prepared long ago. He had scapegoats for the earlier charges.

As for the last charge, he had never committed it, so naturally, he was not afraid of it. With this in mind, Wood Taylor continued, “You say I conspired against the Military Master, how does this come about?”

“Not sure how it comes about? Then let me explain!”

Just after Wood Taylor took a breath, the white-clothed soldiers surrounding the Taylor house began to retreat to either side, clearing a path.

Following this, White Mitchell, dressed in white military attire, appeared slowly with the Four Great War Gods in the crowd’s line of sight.

Is it him?

Wood Taylor was taken aback. His pupils dilated rapidly, “How can it be him?”

This…