Chapter 181 – What to Do Next
“You’re here.”
“Father.”
After the conversation with the king, I immediately met the eyes of my father who was waiting for me as I came out to the pantheon.
“Father. Father…”
“Let’s go and talk about the details.”
“… Yes. Sorry.”
He closed his mouth at his father’s words.
It wasn’t something to do here.
“It’s an important time to decide what to do next.”
Also with Count William.
We headed to the Franz family’s villa.
* * *
Villa of the Franz family.
After clearing out all the attendants, they began a secret story.
Father and mother. And Count William gathered.
“Indeed.”
My father said one word and closed his eyes.
Count William sighs and shakes his head.
Did you already know the story of King Bastian?
“I knew it was suspicious.”
“Can you sense it?”
“Yes. To be exact, William noticed.”
At that, I looked at Count William.
“The Royal Family, to be precise, Your Majesty’s movements have been strange before.”
As the king and I talked together, he ruled this country wonderfully as a king. Institutionally, a lot of things have changed, and the lives of commoners have become quite affluent.
“But the reigns became more and more uneasy.”
Not drunk or drugged.
It wasn’t meant to be violent or anything like that.
You only understand when you see it for yourself.
“You have become indifferent.”
“Yes.”
No matter how well you govern, no matter how well you build the administrative system, you have to manage it.
The rule created by King Bastian became increasingly rotten.
“The capital’s arrogant behavior and incomprehensible decisions. It would have been understandable if all of these were moves by the aristocrats in the capital to satisfy their own greed while King Bastien had lost interest in the country’s internal affairs.”
And that wasn’t all.
Rather, a movement that seems to promote it.
Evidence came immediately.
“Müller’s infighting at that timing. If Avon was a bomb about to explode, he meant to swallow it before it did. He didn’t think he was bad, so I moved accordingly.”
That was the Müller War.
In the end, it wasn’t bad.
“Then swallowing Aslan was not a bad choice.”
“Yes. If His Majesty’s plan had worked out, the worst could have isolated us.”
He nodded at his father’s words.
If it went with King Bastian’s plan, Count Thoth would have continued to fight, and it would have flowed into a war between the three central families in the south.
And if Baron Larson wins, he’ll devour Aslan’s trade and control most of the trade in the South.
If the road to the capital is cut off and the road to Müller is also cut off, Franz and Boring are isolated as they are.
“Did you intend to isolate Franz and Borin from the beginning? How about His Majesty Bastien?”
“I guess so. It’s not like we were friendly with the capital in the first place. It’s not even a family with that kind of personality.”
Fortunately, as long as Aslan was swallowed up, it was possible to secure trade and even secure movement.
Franz and Boring are unable to move because they are blocked by a great mountain range. And now my force, Hyperion, is breathing.
“Whoa. Well, I fully understood the situation. Now I need to know how to move.”
“Okay.”
Regardless of King Bastien’s purpose, the important thing is the direction he should move forward.
“Your majesty… No, I don’t even want to call you Your Majesty now. That bastard’s ghost.”
His father’s eyebrows twitched at Count William’s words.
But seeing that he didn’t stop it, maybe his father was thinking that way too.
“Anyway, King Bastian’s purpose is war. This will be certain.”
“Yeah. You’re right.”
It doesn’t even feel like a small war.
“They seem to want a war in which the entire continent is engulfed in chaos.”
“It’s just that we don’t have a bad relationship with the Kingdom of Barheun because of Count Hyperion.”
“Thank you for the compliment.”
“What, it must have been because he was hooked up with a woman?”
Haha!”
It is difficult for troops to come down from Thun, the great northern country, because of the iceberg. That’s why Archduke Croches is moving.
In the eastern empire, the wasteland is too wide. In order to lead an army across it, the necessary money or materials are not something that can be prepared within a year or two.
“When it is assumed that the Grand Duke of the North, the Grand Duke of Croches, is moving, it simply cannot be the end of it. I’m sure the red blood or something will move and the South will also be swept up in the war.”
“You’re crazy.”
I respect my father’s rationality.
King Bastian did not go against his lineage and instinct and went to war.
In comparison, his father is suppressing his instincts. That still doesn’t change.
“What are you going to do?”
Said Count William.
Father and… Look at me
“Leoric. Count Hyperion. Now that you are on an equal footing with us, speak accordingly. How will you move forward?”
“Well…”
When it comes to this, I have nothing to say.
It’s good when King Bastian goes crazy and starts a war. It has nothing to do with what happens to the capital, and I don’t want to know.
However, it is certain that King Bastian used his hand even in the south.
“First of all, from the south.”
“I guess so.”
Southern.
Put to rest the chaos in the south;
And eradicating the red blood, no matter how the capital moves, we increase our power.
“The power of Archduke Croches is enormous. In fact, it is the level of a small country, and it is no exaggeration to say that he is the king of the north.”
He nodded at his father’s words.
The Grand Duke he saw then was an unknown person.
“If there is a war with the capital, even King Bastian will not be able to end the war so quickly.”
“Then in the meantime…”
“Yes.”
Flatten the south
It’s southern
“Then the problem is the central nobles of the south and the forces of Count Tote.”
There are currently 4 factions in total.
Franz-Borain alliance. Now, Hyperion has also been added here.
Baron Larson. Virtually isolated.
Other southern central aristocrats. It’s not a bad or good relationship with us, but right now we can say we’re at war with Count Tote.
And finally Count Thoth.
Incorporating several southernmost territories and advancing north.
“Currently, we have declared war on Baron Larson. There is nothing wrong with this part.”
“Once we get Baron Larson’s land, in effect, a third of the southern provinces are ours.”
Then the only ones left are the Central Nobles of the South.
Will they surrender easily?
“You have to choose.”
Count William says
“Are we going in first, or are we going to wait?”
“Meanwhile, Earl Thoth advances north.”
“And there will be a war in the capital.”
Talk about future plans.
In fact, this was ambiguous for us too.
First of all, it is an alliance and they are on an equal footing, but in other words, there are three factions.
Even if the personal relationship is not bad, one leader like Count Tote is needed.
On top of that, his father will soon hand over the seat to Aidan, and that goes for Count William as well.
And there is one more problem.
“Kuhm.”
While we were talking for a while, I cleared my throat and focused my gaze.
Neither my father nor Earl William stopped talking.
Her mother had been reading a book in her corner from before, as if it were a stranger.
After she was quiet, she sighed and opened her mouth.
“In fact…”
This time, a guest decided to come.
A very big guest.
* * *
“Princess. It feels like a long time ago.”
“Yeah? What… Are you talking?”
“Hmm. It is nothing.”
Barheun.
Lake Rania, as wide as the sea.
There was a girl looking at it. Black hair contrasted with the pure white clothes, slightly dark skin. And deep dark blue eyes like the deep sea.
Amelia Bahnia.
She looked at the land across the lake.
“Are you sure you want to go?”
Said the princess’s maid, looking at Amelia with her dark face.
“Can not help it.”
“Isn’t it a face that can’t be helped at all? Princess?”
Princess Amelia showed the most sullen face.
She lowered the corners of her eyes with two of her fingers.
“It is unfortunate. To fall in the battle for succession to the throne. This poor princess is at a loss as to how she will live on.”
“It’s hard… You seem to be happy.”
“I did my best, but if you lose, the Bahnia clan will accept. My 2nd Princess is accepting that.”
“I think he just shouted at the end…”
“Whoa. What will heaven do with this slender princess?”
“I think you’re just ignoring everything.”
“You, have you been a little cheeky lately?”
“Whoa.”
The maid sighed.
This accident-prone princess returned home and she had a huge accident unlike before.
She even threw up at the end.
Mother, against the Queen…
The Queen also looked at this distraught princess and she laughed broadly and dumped her harpoon to cool her head for a few weeks before her death.
“Why did you do that, Princess?”
At the words of her maid, Amelia looked at the lake in silence.
The magic of the waters around her calmed her mind.
“It should be like this.”
“Yeah?”
“I have to do this, so that I won’t have any regrets anymore. Thought the princess.”
“… Princess.”
At those words, the lady-in-waiting quietly lowered her head.
“And I have to go quickly to the place where Nanggun is waiting. The fox bitch must have taken her side. Wouldn’t it be dangerous if it was later?”
“Princess…”
The maid closed her eyes.
Should I just go back to her hometown?
She just followed
It is a mistake to have followed her as a milk sister.
