A Villain's Journey Begins in the Type-Moon World

This is practically an attempt to pin all the responsibility and resentment precisely on Dunkel alone!

Once the broadcast is made, Dunkel will instantly become the ultimate decision-maker and executioner in the eyes of the people of Chernobyl for suppressing their voices! And once he leaves behind the document, whenever there is a need to settle scores with the people of Chernobyl for suppressing the demonstrations, Dunkel will have no way to escape!

"You...!" Dunkel, enraged, stood up abruptly. "All of Dor! You've gone too far! You want me to take the blame, to ruin my reputation?! To face the wrath and scorn of the entire city of Chern?! To face the Imperial Council's reckoning?"

Dunkel immediately stood up, turned to leave, and left behind the words:

"Such authorization and broadcasting are absolutely impossible! Just wait for Chernobog to burn down completely! At worst, I'll leave too! Let's see who gets blamed for this mess then!"

Still, the instant his hand touched the doorknob—

"boom!"

The office door was violently kicked open. More than a dozen burly, fully armed soldiers with cold, indifferent eyes blocked the entrance like an iron tower, completely sealing off Dunkirk and his escape route. (The last sentence appears to be unrelated and possibly a fragment from another context: "You Yongmei, you miss you, Lin Zaizai, are you there yet...?")

The crossbows and longswords they gripped gleamed coldly under the lights. After pushing Dunkel inside, they followed, partially surrounding him. A murderous aura instantly filled the entire conference room.

Dunkel was startled and took a step back before turning around and shouting, "All Dortmund! What do you want to do?!"

Leaning back in his chair, Viscount, slowly puffed on his cigar, his smile chilling: "What do I want to do, Viscount? I'm just worried about your safety."

He stood up, walked over to Dunkel, and his eyes were sharp as knives:

"Don't you think about it? The police station has betrayed us, and the outer city is in such chaos. You're rushing out of my camp all by yourself in this panic? What if you run into some clueless 'thugs' on the way, or some fanatical admirers of Mayor Boris's 'unfortunate events'..."

Quan Duoer paused, then revealed a cruel smile, and said, "I don't want to find our esteemed Viscount in some ditch or a burned-out carriage tomorrow."

Then, Quandor stood up and walked over to Dunkel. He slammed his hand heavily on Dunkel's stiff shoulder, his tone turning grim:

"Therefore, for your safety and for the sake of the greater good of Chernobog, Your Excellency, it would be better if you... stayed here. Concentrate on writing your appointment letter and preparing your broadcast speech."

Quandor leaned close to Dunkel's ear and whispered in a voice as sharp as a viper's tongue, audible only to the two of them:

"Today, you have to sign this document whether you like it or not, and you have to say these words whether you like it or not! Think about it yourself: is it more worthwhile to live as a 'sinner' for a few days, or to 'unfortunately' follow those nouveau riche now?"

A wave of overwhelming fear washed over Dunkel. He realized that this was not a negotiation, but a blatant kidnapping and threat. The general before him had completely dropped his pretense.

He should never have stepped into the other side's territory to negotiate... He underestimated the wolfish ambition of the general in front of him.

The soldiers' crossbow bolts were pointed at him from outside the door; he could even smell the metallic tang of engine oil. He remembered the bloodstain on Boris's chest, and the glare in the eyes of that furious, burly man.

"You...you really have guts! Even if your tricks can fool those nouveau riche, fool the council...do you think you can fool the Grand Duke? I'm here representing the Grand Duke!"

"You...you really have guts! Even if your tricks can fool those nouveau riche, fool the council...do you think you can fool the Grand Duke? I'm here representing the Grand Duke!"

Dunkel was now completely blustering but weak-willed. He had placed all his hopes on the Grand Prince Baikal, hoping that the Grand Prince could keep the man in check.

However, Alldor merely smiled dismissively. He whispered in Dunkel's ear, "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you something. A few days ago, the Grand Duke called me..."

Dunkel listened to Quan Duo'er's words with disbelief, as if Quan Duo'er was lying to him. But when Quan Duo'er uttered the secret code known only to the Grand Duke's direct descendants, Dunkel's eyes showed despair.

His body went limp, as if all his strength had been drained away in an instant. His lips trembled, and his face was ashen. Without any backing, Dunkel's ridiculous aristocratic dignity and fear of the consequences ultimately collapsed completely in the face of the direct threat of death.

“…Bring…bring paper and pen…I’ll give you authorization…” Dunkel’s voice was dry and hoarse, filled with endless despair and fear.

A huge, undisguised smug smile spread across Quan Duo'er's face—a sinister grin that came from a plot that had been completely successful and whose prey was now completely under his control.

"Hahahaha! That's more like it, Your Excellency... I remember an old saying in Yan Kingdom: 'A wise man submits to circumstances.' Your Excellency, remember the decision you made today. Hahahaha..."

A deafening, triumphant laugh instantly filled the entire office, piercing through the walls and echoing in the somber air of the military camp. This laughter proclaimed Dunkirk's humiliating surrender and foreshadowed the even more brutal bloodbath that was about to descend upon the people of Chernobyl.

Upon hearing the laughter, as if receiving a signal, the soldiers simultaneously snapped the safety on their crossbows with a "click." But the cold muzzles of their guns remained, almost imperceptibly, aimed at the nobleman slumped in his chair, who seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.

……

Dunkel eventually left the meeting room that had terrified him, and no one knew what he was feeling as he left. But nobody cared anyway.

All Dortmund handed heavy bags of gold coins to the soldiers who were cooperating with him, and told them that from this day forward they would be his confidants, sharing both good and bad fortune, honor and disgrace.

Upon hearing these words, the soldiers were deeply grateful to Quan Duoer. After accepting Quan Duoer's reward, they quickly withdrew and continued to guard the vicinity for Quan Duoer.

Not long after, Stonnov, the most trusted confidant of the entire Dortmund, respectfully knocked on the door and entered Dortmund's office.

"Congratulations, General." As soon as he entered, Stonnov began with words of celebration. "Now that you've entered, you can finally unleash your full potential and get things done."

“No rush. We’ll make our move after the announcement. But…” Quan Duo’er said, narrowing his eyes, “Don’t rush to deal with those troublemakers outside. It would be better to let them storm into the inner city.”

"Why is that?" Stonnov asked, puzzled.

"Firstly, it can continue to fuel the arrogance of those citizens, making them really think they can stand up to us. Hehe, let them completely underestimate our fighting power."

"Secondly, although we have that idiot Dunkel's endorsement, we might as well make more preparations. Only when those rioters enter the inner city can we legitimately use 'suppressing the rioters' as a pretext to bring those new nobles..."

Quan Duoer sneered and made a throat-slitting gesture.

"Finally..." he continued, "the inner city is our main base. When the time comes, we can close the inner city gates and take them all down, wouldn't that be perfect? ​​It will prevent them from running off to the underground streets again."

"As expected of the General... There's no way I could ever learn enough from the General in my entire life," Stonnov flattered.

Chapter 310: On the Eve of the Siege

To Stonnov's praise, Quandor simply chuckled, waved his hand, and then, as if pondering something, said:

"I've already heard about what happened this morning... I must say, the offspring of those nouveau riche has produced quite an extraordinary individual."

"If none of these things had happened, and that kid had been given some time, heh, he might have left a brilliant mark on the future of Ursus politics."

"Yes, that child named Natalia is indeed extraordinary, and she has inspired many people by raising the banner of avenging her parents."

Stonnov nodded, then continued, "Also, it seems she has some expert protection. Our people infiltrated the crowd, intending to break into the broadcasting room and cause her some trouble, but we all lost contact with them."

"Ha, so young, yet already showing the makings of a politician. That's why this kind of guy is hard to control..."

Quan Duo shook his head, chuckled, and said, "Avenge your parents? The Rostov family is still alive and well at Boris's estate. Plus, the guardian you just mentioned... I don't believe that the nouveau riche and their children wouldn't have a means of communication."

"However, regardless of the circumstances, she is indeed quite a threat. Fortunately, we are not entirely unprepared... Shall we bring her over?"

Stonnov nodded and replied, "He's been caught and is in the interrogation room. He looks a bit hard."

"Huh? A tough nut to crack? I'd really like to see just how tough he is. Let's go, let's meet this little kid, hahahaha..."

Zondor stood up and, led by Stonnov, walked toward the interrogation room.

……

In the afternoon, the largest square in the outer city was packed with people. Zao Lu stood on the platform that had been set up and began to repeat her analysis of the current situation in Chernobog, calling on the people of Chernobog to join in and drive out the garrison.

The number of people has now nearly doubled compared to the morning, reaching nearly 10,000.

Most people in Chernobyl remained hesitant, as no one was entirely confident in their ability to fight the warlords.

Sunlight pierced through the gray clouds, shining on the pale yet resolute face of the early dew.

She stood on the makeshift platform, her voice clear and penetrating the noise, and began her final summary:

"Citizens! As we have witnessed, the suffering in Chernobyl has never ceased—soaring prices, trampled dignity, and shattered homes! The root of all this lies behind that city wall! In the hands of those scoundrel soldiers!"

Her voice rose in fervor, like a burning flame:

"If our food is taken away, we will take it back!"

"If our homes are destroyed, we will take them back!"

"If our dignity is trampled on, we will take it back!"

Every slogan was like a stone thrown into a lake, creating ripples. The crowd below responded with thunderous applause: "Take it back! Take it back! Take it back!"

The students held up signs with slogans such as "50 is needed to buy bread" and "Reject warlord rule," which stung people's hearts; Valery and the defector police officers gripped their batons, raised riot shields, and held crossbows, forming an iron-clad defense.

They responded in unison, their roar echoing across the square: "Take it all back!"

Early dewdrops pointed to the towering city walls in the distance—the ramparts that separated the inner and outer cities—and cried out:

"They hide behind that wall, ruthlessly exploiting the entire city. Their pleasures are all built on our suffering!"

She demanded sharply, "Today, will we back down? Will we remain silent? No! There is only one path for Chernobog—"

Before he finished speaking, Lin Dong leaped onto the platform and waved the student self-government group's flag high.

"Forward! Forward to the city walls!" Zao Lu shouted, raising her arms.

"Down with the warlords! Reclaim Chernobog!" The roar of ten thousand men was like the earth splitting and mountains collapsing. The ranks, like a boiling torrent, surged forward under the leadership of Zao Lu. (The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.)

The students marched forward shoulder to shoulder, waving flags or carrying wooden shields; police officers stood guard on both sides and in front, batons held horizontally.

Dmitri squinted and, after surveying the situation through his binoculars, whispered a warning: "There are crossbowmen on the city wall; they should have been prepared."

Valery's eyes sharpened, and he gripped his shield tightly: "Get into defensive stance! Zoya, give the signal!"

Absinthe immediately blew three short whistles followed by one long one, and the crowd began to slowly adjust their formation.

"People from the outer city below... what... what do you want to do?"

An official guarding the city peeked out from behind the city wall. Although he had been warned by the municipal government and the border troops, he was still startled by the scene outside and questioned them in a flustered manner.

Early dewdrop's pupils were sharp as knives as she pointed towards the city wall:

"What do we want? We just want to take back what's rightfully ours! We want to put those scoundrels to trial, make those garrison troops get out of Chern, and restore peace to Chern!!"

Her clear, crisp voice pierced through the noise, carrying an undeniable power: "Look at them—"

The city garrison commander staggered, startled by the earth-shattering aura, cold sweat soaking his back. Early Dew's voice pierced his ears once more clearly:

"You are also a Chernobog citizen! Why should you be buried with warlords and those foolish rulers? Open the city gates now, and let bygones be bygones!"

Behind her, Valery's defector police officers and students wielding wooden shields simultaneously raised their weapons, crossbows and clubs aimed at the city walls, creating a real threat of death under the oppressive gaze of thousands.

The garrison commander leaned against the cold battlements, his teeth chattering. He immediately signaled to his adjutant to inform the city government about the situation near the city walls, then hurriedly tried to reassure them:

"Listen up, men! The city hall is aware of your true demands! His Excellency the Viscount is in urgent negotiations with the garrison, and we believe the army will withdraw soon!"

"Peace will soon return to Chernobog! Please remain calm, disperse on the spot, and lest you do something irreversible..."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Before the official could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a loud shout. Valery strode forward, slamming his riot shield heavily on the ground, and glared angrily at the city wall. His voice, like rolling thunder, carried clearly to the ears of everyone atop the wall:

"How much nonsense did I believe back then?! How long is 'soon'? Are you waiting for all those bastards in Dor to empty and drain Chernobog dry?!"

"Peace? Peace for a loaf of bread worth 500,000?! Open the city gates right now! Otherwise, we'll storm in immediately, and don't blame me for using my weapons on you!"

The stalemate instantly intensified. The soldiers on the city wall nervously aimed their crossbows at the densely packed crowd below.

The marching crowd below the wall also gripped their weapons tightly, and the elite officers recruited by the police station took off the special equipment they carried on their backs—lightweight folding crossbows were quickly set up, their arrowheads gleaming coldly.

The components of the metal climbing ladder were also taken out of the equipment bag and began to be assembled in an orderly manner, with the heavy support making a clanging sound of metal clashing.

Dmitry squinted, estimating the firing range, and quietly ordered the officers beside him to adjust their positions. The large amount of equipment they had seized from various police stations now became their confidence in breaching the city.

At this tense moment, when swords were about to be drawn and war was imminent—

"Sizzle—!"

A piercing electrical crackling suddenly came from the inner city, followed by a numb, flat male voice, seemingly devoid of all life, echoing through the square via loudspeaker:

"Attention all residents of Chernobog..."

"Attention all residents of Chernobog..."

“I am Viscount Dunkel, the current head of the city hall. I will govern Chernobyl in place of your Mayor Boris.”

The sound shattered the deathly silence. Valery's roar, the commotion of the soldiers on the city walls, and the whispers of the crowd below all fell silent instantly.

Everyone's gaze, including Zao Lu's cool and serious look, instinctively turned towards the source of the sound.

Chapter 311: The Conflict Erupts

Dunkel's voice remained eerily flat, each word sounding as if it were being forced out:

"I, Dunkel, in my capacity as the highest-ranking official of Chernobyl, hereby formally declare: All those who have illegally gathered in and around Peterheim High School Square... including students, citizens... and police officers who have betrayed their duties..."

On the radio, the voice paused for a moment, as if enduring immense humiliation or fear:

"...You are hereby ordered to immediately...disband unconditionally! Before sunset...withdraw from this area...and return to your residences..."

The cold words pierced the hearts of every insurgent like awls. Valery's last glimmer of hope for the old order was extinguished, leaving only a cold, resolute resolve.

"otherwise……"

Dunkel's voice continued, carrying an eerie sense of detachment and suppressed pain:

"...I have authorized all garrisoned armed forces within the territory of Chernobyl—namely, the Border Forces of the Third Army Group—to take full command of the defense, and...and carry out a clearing...clearing operation!!"

boom--!

The moment the broadcast ended, there was not panic, but rather an outpouring of suppressed anger erupting from the crowd!

"Bullshit! Let those beasts try!" "Clear the area? Come on!" "These bastards are definitely in cahoots with Quan Duoer!"