Continental Lanceloth, the City of Holy Light.

"What is the matter with you being so anxious to see me? I hate it when people disturb me for lunch! In the splendid palace, at the long table that can accommodate more than a dozen people at the same time, a man who is so fat that it makes people feel exaggerated said angrily. Even when he was talking, he didn't forget to stuff a honey-glazed chicken leg into his mouth with his oil-soaked hands.

"I beg your pardon, second brother, but I think it's better to tell you about this matter as soon as possible."

The voice came from the other end of the long table, and the man standing there saluted with textbook standard movements. Originally, such a large-scale move would give people a sense of contrivedness, but in this man, there was no sense of disobedience at all, because of the noble temperament exuded by his body.

The short blond hair complemented the tall figure, and his handsome face made the maids around him unable to take their eyes off at all. His costume was also typical of the nobility, a red mink coat embroidered with a lifelike lion motif in gold thread.

The man's name is Vincent Roland Candrius, now twenty-one years old, he is the thirteenth prince of the Holy Light Empire, and the youngest prince, because of his elegant and noble demeanor and love of lion motifs, so the folk also call him "Prince Lionheart".

"Don't sell me off, say it quickly!"

The man who was enjoying lunch became more agitated, and he grabbed a peeled orange and stuffed it into his mouth, and the juice splashed instantly.

This man with rude manners is none other than the second prince of the Holy Light Empire, Dem da Candris. Although they are both princes, the appearance and temperament of the two are very different, if Vincent gives the impression of a male lion running on the grassland, then Demu is probably a fat pig rolling in the mire.

"Second brother, you're really in a hurry, but before I say that, can you please let the attendants step down first?"

Vincent smiled slightly, asking in a pleading tone.

"You guy, you're really in trouble! Then all of you stand down! ”

Dem waved his hand in disgust, and the palace attendants withdrew, though the maids did not reluctantly take their eyes off Vincent until they exited the door.

"It's okay now, just say what's going on!"

Dem grabbed another piece of jam cake and put it in his mouth.

"I have received news that the eldest brother has used the funds under his control to cultivate an overseas force with the intention of occupying all of Jurrant."

Although his heart was full of contempt for this half-brother who did not have the slightest aristocratic appearance, Vincent still said with a respectful look.

"So what?"

With a disinterested expression, Dem reached for a plate of beef.

"Ha, you have successfully incorporated Yurrant into the territory of the empire, second brother, do you think such a feat is not worthy of the throne of the empire?"

Vincent frowned and analyzed to Dem.

"What!"

For the first time, Dem, who had been concentrating on the food, did not reach for the food, but slammed it on the table.

"I see, if you hadn't reminded me, I wouldn't have thought that this guy is so cunning! I can't lose, and I have to cultivate forces to fight for Jurrant's territory. ”

Dem's tone was instantly filled with anger.

Although the eldest prince, Jukka Ander Candrus, is the crown prince, most of the people in the kingdom do not approve of him succeeding to the next king due to his arrogance and conceit, so the princes are still secretly fighting for the throne. This is also the reason why the current king is reluctant to abdicate when he is over seventy years old.

You're such an idiot! Looking at the anxious stamped brother in front of him, Vincent secretly sneered in his heart, of course, the words that came out of his mouth were diametrically opposed to what he thought in his heart.

"Actually, second brother, you don't have to worry, after learning of the eldest brother's intentions, I also immediately sent someone to Jurrant, and successfully got in touch with one of the countries, if the second brother wants to show his skills in Jurrant, I think this country will definitely be able to come in handy."

"Vincent, why didn't you say it earlier, immediately, help me contact him immediately, and I'll give you as much money as you need!" I'm not going to let Yuka get her way! ”

"Obey, second brother, I'll do it."

Vincent bowed gracefully and turned to the door, a victor's smile on his face.

With his father's benevolent character, he would never tolerate the use of the Empire's resources for overseas wars. Just fight, the fiercer you fight, the farther away from the throne, Vincent thought to himself.

The king had many children, thirteen princes, seven royal daughters and one adopted daughter. Among them, Yukka has the status of the crown prince, and Dem's mother's family is the richest nobleman in the empire, so the two are also superior among the many princes and princesses.

As long as these two people withdraw from the battle for the throne, the only remaining princes who have the power to support the fifth prince, the eighth prince, the eleventh prince and themselves will be supported. The eighth prince only pursues strength, and already has the title of the top ten generals of the empire, so he should have no intention of the throne. The ability of the remaining two is not outstanding, and they are not comparable to themselves at all.

"Wait a minute, Vincent!"

Just as Vincent was mentally determined that he was the best choice for the next king, Dem suddenly stopped him.

This guy can't have found something, right?

Although there was a hint of nervousness in his heart, Vincent turned to Dem with a smile.

"Second brother, do you have anything else?"

"It's a wise choice for you to be on my side, and I won't treat you badly when I sit on the throne."

Dem said to Vincent gratefully across the table full of delicacies.

"You're so kind, that's what I'm supposed to do."

Vincent bowed deeply again, almost laughing.

This pig is really good enough to deceive.

After completing a part of the plan, Vincent, who had taken a step towards the throne, became extraordinarily light, and the moment he walked out of the palace of Dem, a man who appeared out of nowhere stood silently behind him.

Vincent sighed and said helplessly, "General XY, please don't play this low-level game every time, okay?" I'm not a kid anymore. ”

"Hahahaha, but in the eyes of General Ben, you are still that crying nose imp."

The man who let out a hearty laugh, about forty-five years of age, had red hair and beard, and was dressed in an ornate Mithril armor with exaggerated lion heads on the shoulder pads and breastplate on both sides.

"If you have time to blow the cold wind outside, you might as well come in with me to protect my safety, what if I am killed by an assassin sent by someone else."

"Your Highness is really joking, where are there any assassins in the palace of the second prince, and even if there is, it will not be your opponent, you have also obtained my true inheritance."

The man named XY said confidently. He is one of the ten generals of the empire nicknamed "Silver Lion King", also known as the "Lion of the Empire".

"You're narcissistic enough, what happened to that country in Jurrant? His king agreed to accept us, oh no, was it a grant from Dem? ”

"The king disagreed, but his thoughts were irrelevant."

"How?"

"The prime minister of that country staged a coup d'état, and I have to say that he was really a decisive person."

XY sighed as he touched his beard.

"If I remember correctly, it's Badalon Uslet, an ambitious and dangerous man, but that's what needs him at this time."

Vincent nodded in satisfaction.