It’s a pity, Charles had his own concerns and didn’t dare to make a move against William, but a cold smile appeared on William’s face. "It’s my strong fate, otherwise I would have become nothing but a corpse by now. It’s my good luck that I lived to see your downfall with my own eyes." He looked at Charles, at Charles’s confidants, because the display he put on was overwhelmingly grand, making Charles’s people anxious and jittery, with both sides gathered together. William slowly swept his gaze across the room, "Each one of you, without exception, once killed my personal soldiers, humiliated me." He spoke ruthlessly, even including those who had already defected to his side. "You swore allegiance to Charles, but in the end, you succumbed to immediate interests. And since you were able to betray your former master, how can I be sure that one day, you won’t betray me just as you betrayed Charles?" "That year because of the huge wave, the ships lost their way in the ocean, and from then on, we couldn’t find the way back, not knowing where home was. But only I never forgot my hometown, while you all were blinded by the prosperity of the Eastern Land. Especially you, Charles. You never thought of returning because you knew, with the wrongs and evils you’ve committed, even those you inflicted on me, once back in our country, once the father king finds out, my revered father would certainly not spare you." Charles’s face turned extremely ugly, and William’s words created a tense atmosphere in the room. Everyone had a premonition, as if something was about to happen. Some clever ones sneaked out of Fengya Pavilion, thinking it wise to stay away from this trouble, lest they bring disaster upon themselves. Others, slower to react, viewed the scene as mere entertainment. Then, William slowly took out a small fragrance pouch. The contents inside were something he had obtained from that Lady in Purple earlier today. He slowly pulled open the string on the fragrance pouch, and it split open, releasing a swarm of dense black insects. They emerged like a black cloud, unabashedly and wantonly attacking everyone around William. This included Charles, Charles’s trusted aide, and even those traitors who had defected to William. Roars of anger, screams of pain erupted, especially from those traitors. They hadn’t expected William to be so ruthless? To wipe them all out, not sparing even them? After all, they had betrayed Charles for him and had already started working for William! William watched it all calmly, his heart undisturbed. Charles roared in anger, "Wil—liam—!!" He grabbed a long knife and charged, determined not to die a coward’s death. Even if dying, he would drag William to hell with him! But William was no longer the one who could be toyed with. He kicked, and the already frail Charles was no match for him. He fell to the ground, and the next moment, those black insects swarmed over him. Charles screamed in agony, the ground was stained with blood, and the tiny insects were relentless, possessing a corrosive quality. His flesh started to decay, and he writhed on the ground in pain, tormented by an unbearable itch. The more unbearable it was, the more he scratched, until finally, he tore chunks of flesh from his own body. William watched this impassively, allowing the bloody chaos to wash over him, while he slowly lifted his head, his blue eyes like a sea of sorrow, tears of bitterness rolling down his cheeks. My beloved, did you see?