All died at the hands of Terry Milton.
The nobility watched Terry in fear, the once first-in-line prince they had vied to praise, flatter, and admire. But in their eyes now, there was no respect, no adoration, no fawning, only fear, only hatred, only a venomous glare. None of them spoke, but all their eyes were telling Merlin:
"You can kill it now."
—In the name of justice.
"Your Excellency Merlin, please... kill it."
The Royal Family at first remained silent, but eventually, driven by instinctual fear, they tremblingly placed their hopeful gaze upon Merlin, imploring him to kill their kin, "Kill... that monster."
"Ha." Merlin bent over, covering his face, a mischievous smile curling his lips in the shadows beyond the Radiance's reach. Bishop Morgan stared emotionlessly at Merlin, "So, you're not going to intervene?"