I play a Evil God in Otome Game

"George, do you think they will surrender?"

George turned to Bernard, holding a victorious smile on his face, and his gaze shifted to Sarden. His eyes narrowed. "I hope so."

Bernard smiled and looked at Sarden, whom George was observing. "What if they don't surrender?"

"Then we'll have no choice but to destroy them." George said firmly. Bernard sighed. "I hope it doesn't come to that."

"I hope so."

As time rapidly passed, the moment neared. The Wizards communicating from the Zeppelin quickly notified George. "Commander, there is still no response. What should we do?"

"Prepare the weapons." George ordered sharply. "Once you get the signal, level the city."

"Understood, we'll be on standby."

As communication with the Wizard was completely cut off, George, Simon, Emily, and Bernard gradually began preparing the army. Step by step, as time quickly approached, the awaited signal came.

The city's flag was lowered and replaced with a white flag. A broad smile spread across George's lips. As the city gates opened, Enemy General Antonio and all the officers approached on horseback.

"Archers," Emily commanded the archers to get into position, though they hadn't yet drawn their bows. The women immediately changed their stance and got into position.

Although Antonio and his officers briefly showed signs of hesitation, they continued riding towards them. Finally, Antonio arrived before George.

"We surrender," Antonio said tiredly. They dismounted. George signaled his men. Quickly, Imperial soldiers detained the officers, while George looked at Antonio seriously.

"You made the right decision. Thanks to you, the city will be saved."

Hearing this from George, General Antonio wore a bitter smile. The thought that his name would likely be remembered as a traitor throughout history sent a shiver through his body, like a parasite gnawing at him from the inside.

"Soldiers! Fall in line! We move forward!"

At George's command, the Imperial army slowly entered Sarden. As the Imperial army entered the city, the Republic soldiers, who had laid down their weapons, watched the enemy with angry eyes.

Watching their brothers, the murderers of their fathers, enter the city like this, deep anger stirred in all of them.

"Long live our Holy Empress! Long live our Mighty Nation!"

The soldiers' cheers echoed through the sky. Step by step, as they moved towards the city center, Simon and the Paladins split off halfway to maintain order and dispersed.

The target was the town hall. Despite being called a town hall, it was even more luxurious and larger than Morrigan's palace.

George involuntarily furrowed his brow. "Destroy this thing immediately! The Empire will no longer allow corruption and theft from the people!"

With George's order, the cannons were ready after half an hour. The cannons fired, instantly starting to demolish the palace. As the palace collapsed, chaos began anew in the city, but order was quickly restored.

George looked at the fallen palace with satisfaction. This was the first step. Gradually, all cultural structures belonging to the Republic were destroyed, and the Light Churches were cleansed by recommendations.

"The city is now captured. We've succeeded for the Empire once again." George said as he observed the city. It was clear that the war was now tipping in favor of the Empire.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

For now, the focus would be on advancing towards the heart of the Republic. The Empire was not invincible. The soldiers were not superhumans. A rapid invasion plan also brought with it exhaustion.

Now, the task was to quickly stabilize the conquered lands, eliminate the Guerrillas, and calm the people until the war was over.

"Any news from Urien?"

"Yes, the Guerrillas have been quieted for a while, but they are still hiding." Simon said seriously. "Also, the Empress sent her congratulations to us."

As Simon said this, a smile appeared on his lips. George and Bernard also felt proud and drank from their wine. After talking about random things for a while, they finally got to the main topic.

"We now have two important issues," Bernard said calmly. "First, how do we pacify the city? Second, how do we occupy the remaining lands of the Republic?"

With Bernard's words, the atmosphere gradually became serious. George thoughtfully voiced his opinion. "News of Sarden's surrender will spread soon. So I can say that the enemy is almost at its breaking point."

George then glanced at Simon. "But they're still connected to the Church. I'm afraid that as long as the Church is with them, we won't be at ease."

George furrowed his brow. He clenched his fist. "We must eliminate them one by one, destroy their Churches. I don't want to see anything belonging to the Light Goddess."

Simon nodded in agreement with George. He spoke quickly. "I agree, but the faith here is stricter and more widespread than in our country. I'm afraid it will quickly lead to a rebellion."

"That's true, but you're forgetting something." Bernard said with a smile. George and Simon turned to him, and without waiting, Bernard explained. "The God of Creation is still on our side."

"What do you mean?" Simon and George asked, both confused. Bernard elaborated further. "Think about it; what would happen if the people learned that a God had cursed them? Of course, fear would ensue."

"Are you suggesting creating a false curse?" George said, taking a sip of his wine. Bernard nodded quickly. "Yes, even if the curse is ineffective, it will at least scare the people."

"Easy to say, but we'd need a powerful illusionist to do that—"

Simon didn't continue his sentence and stopped. His eyes brightened. "Actually, Thalia could do it. I've heard she's strong in illusions."

George didn't say anything and quickly gave the order to call for Thalia. Before the Imperial army had even reached the city, Thalia had already infiltrated Sarden.

Her task here was to observe the mayor. If it hadn't been for Thalia, George wouldn't have heard that the mayor had fled.

"Did you call for me?" Thalia said, yawning. Her unique and curvy body stretched. For a moment, Bernard blushed but quickly hid it.

Simon was already married. George smiled like a charming playboy. "Yes, yes, we called for you. We need something from you."

"What is it?" Thalia perked up and smiled curiously. George quickly explained their plan to her in detail.

"So you want me to put everyone in the city under an illusion?" Thalia said calmly. George nodded in agreement. Thalia frowned. "Look, I may be a strong illusionist, but I'm not a god. Asking me to put the entire city under an illusion is madness. I'd die from exhaustion."

"I just want you to give people a little illusion," George said, scratching his head. "You'll place a curse illusion around their necks. It's necessary if we want to keep them in line."

Seeing George's determined and stern tone, Thalia wanted to respond and refuse for a moment, but then she gave in. At least she now had a good enough excuse to stay in the city and avoid working further.

"Alright, I'll do it. But it would be nice if you serve me well enough." Thalia smiled. George nodded without saying anything more. "Don't worry, I'll cover all the drinks and food."

Seeing Bernard look at him strangely, George didn't understand but didn't care. Thalia smiled. She then joined the table to discuss the details of the plan.

******

As night fell and the sun set, with everyone falling asleep, a mist gradually appeared over the city. As the mist seeped into the houses, it slowly spread to all the people, including the captured prisoners.

Even the streets illuminated by the mist became almost invisible. Since there was a curfew, even the former Republic soldiers couldn't escape, and slowly, a mark appeared on their necks.

The mark was red, and at its center was a creepy image of a bloody crow. The crow depicted in the mark was gnawing at the brain of a person lying on the ground. It was overall quite terrifying.

"General! What-what is this?!" In a room too comfortable to be called a prison, when the captured officers suddenly noticed the mark on their necks, they panicked and approached General Antonio.

The mark had appeared not only on the officers but even on the General. Antonio slowly touched the fake curse with his index finger.

"I don't know. I don't know what this thing is." General Antonio was calmer than the others. Clearly, the feeling of losing the city weighed heavier than everything else.

The mark seemed harmless, like a small needle. Antonio took a serious look at the city from the balcony. He squinted his eyes and, when he saw that the mist had spread to everything except the Imperial Army, he clenched his fists.

He bit his lip and furrowed his brows. As a smart man, he understood what it was. This was an illusion spell. Compared to many people who had never seen illusions, the General understood how illusion magic worked.

Illusion magic was a terrifying power that manipulated a person's five senses. In the hands of a skilled person, this power could even manipulate a King or an Emperor.

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Illusion magic didn't only manipulate the weak, no, it could manipulate even someone far more powerful with enough skill.

"Maybe surrendering is a good idea." Antonio sighed as the forbidden thought appeared in his mind. The Imperial Army had many powerful figures.

Thinking about a person who could create an illusion affecting all of Sarden and its population, Antonio was momentarily shaken with fear. No matter how much he thought about it, surrendering seemed to be the best decision.

"General?"

"Relax, this no longer concerns us," Antonio calmly turned to the officer and said. "We are now at the mercy of the Empire. What we need to think about is how to escape."

Antonio frowned as he remembered the so-called patriotic mayors of the Republic. As a democratic country, the President was the commander-in-chief, and the mayors were the governors.

Antonio recalled the enemy commander-in-chief, George, and compared him to their so-called Commander-in-Chief. While the enemy commander was at the front, their own commander and his allies were already thinking of abandoning them and plundering the country.

"Antonio, so you're here," George smiled, stroking his beard. Antonio was momentarily surprised and turned to George. "Why are you here?"

Despite Antonio's rude tone, George only laughed. "Think of me as a visitor."

Antonio furrowed his brows in confusion. "Why did you come here? You no longer have anything to do with me."

"No, our business isn't finished with you." George stopped smiling and looked at Antonio seriously. "I'm asking you. Would you like to bring a new order to your country? Not as a General, but as a Grand Duke."

"Are you joking?" Antonio frowned, unable to suppress his anger. "Are you mocking me?"

"No, I'm serious." George was truly serious. His words were not a joke. "Empress Morgana couldn't find a suitable name to rule the Aurelians and asked us for suggestions. In my opinion, you are the most suitable person for the position of Grand Duke."

"Are you going to give someone like me the power?"

"Of course, there will be some limitations and security measures," George said. "But if you prove your loyalty, you will be accepted as one of us."

Hearing George's words, Antonio paused for a moment and sank into thought. George smiled. "Here, take this. This document contains something important for you."

"What is this?" Antonio asked curiously. George only smiled. "You read it and understand. My offer still stands. If you accept, find me tomorrow."

As George left, Antonio quickly opened the document and began to read. The documents were deep state intelligence regarding the Republic.

Antonio's eyes gradually widened, and his face twisted in anger. He clenched his fist and, unlike before, didn't bother to hide his rage.

His eyes trembled with disappointment. Curses and swear words escaped his lips.

"Damn it... Really damn it..."