Ferdinand never imagined that one day he would be unlucky because of Andrés Rogge.

The jester, the retinue who, though indeed loyal to Ferdinand, was always regarded as a servant or even a slave by him because of his birth, and because of him, Ferdinand was in trouble.

The trouble came from a guy from Navarre.

The man was one of Ferdinand's henchmen to Andrés Rogue's faction, and he had not been heard from since following Andrés Rogge to Navarre.

The attendant had obviously suffered a lot on the way back to Vallaridaud, and one of his horse's legs was lame, but he did not care about it and kept hurrying desperately.

So as soon as he entered the city, the horse, which was almost unable to support it, was slightly frightened by the carriage driven by an oncoming man, and fell to the ground in panic, never to get up again.

The attendant fell from his horse, and he lay on the ground and gasped for breath before he suddenly jumped up, and then he angrily raised his broken whip in his hand and yelled at the man.

Originally, this was not a big deal, but when the man opened his mouth to refute, the face of the attendant changed.

He could tell from the man's accent where the other man was coming from.

"Navarre?"

The attendant stared at the wool merchant with a heavy air on the opposite side, and the clothes and carriages were still hanging with loose white hair.

"Yes, I'm a Navarre, what's the matter?"

The other party asked angrily, and at the same time watched distressedly as the pack horse was rubbed off a piece of flesh, and the front legs trembled in pain.

"The people of Navarre are liars and nasty!"

The attendant almost didn't think about it, he raised the whip in his hand and whipped it hard.

Ferdinand walked back and forth in the room with a gloomy expression, the people who had gathered outside the palace had been dispersed, and there were several lives in this issue, and Ferdinand did not care much.

What really worried him was Alexandria, which was now said to be not far from Barriariddod.

The team he had sent to intercept Alexander had returned, and not only had they reported that the operation had failed, but that many nobles had now openly sided with the Duke of Thesia.

Ferdinand felt that he had never felt more in danger than he had now, and he had ordered the palace guards to be reorganized, and with as little attention as possible, Aragorn and the Catalans he hired had taken over the defense of the palace, while the Castilian guards were transferred by him for various reasons.

At least he was safe in the palace for now, the thought made Ferdinand, after a little reassurance, feel unspeakably resentful.

His two grandsons had been sent to the room next to him, and he had never cared about them until then, but now they were the most important bargaining chips in Ferdinand's hands.

He knew that the siblings would be his trump cards once the dispute over the succession to the throne was officially raised, and as long as they were in his hands, Ferdinand was confident that things would not go the worst.

Thinking about it, he even thought that perhaps Alexander's arrival in Barriaridud was not necessarily a bad thing.

As long as the two sides did not fight head-on on the battlefield, he was in control of the rightful heir of the Astamara family, and he was more certain than Juana, who had already been deposed and denied legal inheritance, let alone an illegitimate son who appeared out of nowhere.

Thinking about it, Ferdinand felt that it was a bit presumptuous to send someone to try to intercept Alexander, and he should have taken the initiative to invite that person to Barriaridot, so that whether Alexander dared to come or not, he would have the initiative.

It was really impulsive, Ferdinand thought with some annoyance, but fortunately so far there has been no real and complete showdown between the two sides.

As for the team that had been sent to intercept him, Ferdinand felt that he could completely deny that he had done so.

Just as Ferdinand pondered what to do with the incoming Duke of Thesia, a retinue hurried in.

"Your Majesty, there is a man from Navarre who has asked to see you, and he says that he is the retinue you sent to Andrés Rogge earlier."

Ferdinand furrowed his eyebrows, he was in no mood to listen to Navarre's report at this time, and he thought that things should not be any worse.

But after thinking about it, he waved his hand to let the man in, and when he saw the blood stains on the face of the familiar attendant, Ferdinand nodded his head to let him speak, although his brows were furrowed.

As soon as the attendant spoke, Ferdinand was taken aback.

"Your Majesty, Andrés Rogge has been killed."

Ferdinand froze, of course he knew that Andres Rogge's mission in Navarre had failed, and he was really not in the mood to care about what happened to the clown at this time, but he couldn't help but be stunned to hear that he had been killed.

"Navarre?"

Ferdinand thought this was unlikely, since the Navarres were not stupid enough to openly oppose him.

But the follower's answer once again subverted his thoughts.

"Yes, Your Majesty, it was the order of Queen Akalina of Navarre herself, and the Navarres hung the body of Andrés Rogge in a cage outside the city gates."

Ferdinand was stunned again, he never thought that the puller would do so unsparingly.

"What the hell is going on?"

"That's your majesty, Andrés Rogge tried to provoke the nobles of Navarre to overthrow Queen Akalina, but he failed, the Navarres ransacked our place, Andrés Rogge was actually dead before he was executed by the Queen's order," said the attendant, with a flash of fear in his eyes, "He was beaten to death by the Navarres." ”

Ferdinand let out a low grunt of rage, and he himself did not know whether the anger was directed against the Navarres or against Andrés Rogge, who not only failed and died, but also caused relations between the two countries to slide to the bottom.

He wanted to say something, but just then Ferdinand heard a roar of thunder rolling from outside the palace.

The roar came from near and far, from large to large, and if it weren't deep inland, Ferdinand even thought he had heard the frenzy of the tsunami.

Ferdinand immediately walked to the window and looked out, his previous composure had long since been wiped out by the incessant blows during this time, and when he saw the figures of the guards running on the walls of the palace in the distance, and as the noise outside grew louder and louder, it had turned into a roar, and Ferdinand's heart sank uncontrollably.

"What's going on?"

He asked the officials who had just hurried in, and seeing their ugly faces and dazed expressions, Ferdinand simply pushed away the people who stood in front of him and walked through the corridor to the courtyard.

The palace of the Barriaridus was built in the style of the early military system to defend against the Moors, so it was a more luxuriously decorated castle than the later palaces, which were only interested in beauty and grandeur.

Therefore, what Ferdinand could see in the courtyard was only a slightly lower inner wall in front, and the scene on the outer wall of the royal palace was not clear.

Soon however, several people came in the direction of the palace, and the man leading the way walked briskly towards Ferdinand as soon as he saw him.

But now he couldn't care about the in Navarre, and he felt uneasy about the growing shouts outside.

"What happened? Are the Castilians going to rebel again? ”

Ferdinand didn't pay attention to the strange look on the faces of the servants around him when he said this, and now that the entire palace was armed with him, he couldn't help but vent his long-buried resentment against the Castilians.

"Your Majesty, there are people gathered outside the palace, and they want us to hand over the murderer."

As the captain spoke, his gaze swept around Ferdinand, eventually landing on the attendant.

"What murderer?" Ferdinand felt like he was about to go crazy, he wondered why the Bararidots had suddenly become so difficult to deal with, and since when did the siege of the royal palace seem to have become their daily routine?

"It is rumored that one of your men has beaten a wool dealer from Navarre in the street, and now people are shouting everywhere that you are going to get rid of all the Navarre merchants in Barrialidod," the captain said helplessly, the shouts outside were getting louder and louder, and it seemed that there were many more people than just now, which made the captain desperately offend the king and urged, "Your Majesty, this matter must be resolved as soon as possible." ”

"Driving out the Navarres, what's going on?"

Ferdinand looked around in astonishment, and although he admitted that he hated Navarre now, he also knew that if he really decided to drive out all the Navarres, it would cause an uproar.

Ferdinand would not have been so stupid as to simply disown Navarre simply because he was at odds with Queen Akalina, which would only lead to ridicule.

Not to mention that that would only push Navarra to the French thoroughly.

So who else but him said such childish things?

His gaze immediately fell on the face of his attendant who looked panicked, and when he saw his expression that could tell what he had done without asking at all, Ferdinand suddenly felt as if the whole world was filled with deep malice towards him at this moment.

"Go and tell those people what has happened," Ferdinand said to the captain suddenly, "tell them what the Navarres have done to my messenger, and as for you," Ferdinand turned to look at the attendant, "you will be judged and punished for the consequences of your actions." ”

The attendant tried to distinguish something for himself, but the guards next to him had already dragged him away.

Ferdinand stared blankly at the distant city walls, and he knew that the so-called Navaca wool dealers were in fact just excuses and excuses, and that the Barriadodes, or rather the Castilians, could not contain their anger against him.

So much so that only two days later, the people who had just been suppressed were once again restless with anger.

"Tell the guards to be careful, and tell the nobles that they should send someone to drive away all those who are besieging the palace." Ferdinand gave the order worriedly, and he had a vague premonition that the riot might not be resolved as smoothly as before.

Ferdinand's conjecture was soon confirmed, and the angry crowd grew, at first only angry at the injustice suffered by the Navarre, and then the targets of this anger became more and more widespread.

When the captain stood on the wall and announced the king's decision to those below, there were no previous cheers and hoorays, but instead the people began to question aloud whether it was the king's order to expel the Navarres, and that the attendant was considered to be my insignificant scapegoat.

Both Ferdinand and his captain were saddened to discover the terrible fact that the populace no longer believed in them.

The populace, who had previously been satisfied with an answer whether they were satisfied or not, had become suspicious and sensitive, and they had an attitude of unhesitation and malice in all the news that came from the palace, which left Ferdinand completely helpless.

And the reply from the nobles also dealt him a heavy blow.

At first, many nobles used all kinds of clumsy excuses to prevaricate and refuse to send people to help the palace expel the people, but the real change was the reply given by an old nobleman in the afternoon after receiving an order from the palace.

"I will not obey such an order to drive out the Castillians, it would be an insult to my honor."

It was a completely undisguised answer, and when he heard it, Ferdinand was silent for a moment before turning and walking back into the room.

Looking at his back, the retinue, who had always thought he was almost omnipotent, realized for the first time that the king seemed to be losing control of Barriaridud.

Through the secret door between the rooms, Ferdinand made his way to the bedroom.

His mistress is waiting for him.

The big and small things that happened during this time made the whole court treacherous.

First Isabella, then Juana, the Castilian court ushered in two successive changes in a short period of time.

Although the news of the martyrdom of Juana and his wife has been confirmed, for various reasons, the palace of Barriaridud has not officially released the obituary of the queen's death.

However, the various gatherings, dinners and balls at the court had stopped for a long time, so Ferdinand's mistress could only spend time in her room and could not go out.

This had caused her to complain to Ferdinand a few times, and after being sternly rebuffed, she became much more honest.

But today, the woman's attitude seems to be firm.

"I have decided to have little Juan sent away," the woman looked at Ferdinand, and saw that the look on his face was even more gloomy, and the woman mustered up the courage to continue, "I have to think of my son, I am afraid, but I cannot approach the palace. ”

Ferdinand's ugly face improved slightly, he knew that the woman was right, the current Valaridot was gradually out of his control, and his illegitimate son would never be accepted into the palace at this time, and once discovered, he might be used by someone with a heart.

Ferdinand had many illegitimate children, and Isabella was in this matter with the attitude that as long as he did not want those illegitimate children to inherit the throne of Aragon, he could let them go.

The child now in Barriaridud was the youngest of all his illegitimate children, and Ferdinand liked him, but that was all.

It was impossible for him to let an illegitimate child affect his power, so although it annoyed him that the woman made such a request at this time, he readily agreed to the possibility of the next change.

The nobles had openly refused to expel the populace on his orders, which made Ferdinand realize that the rift between him and the Castilians had finally become impossible to hide.

The crowd besieging the palace outside also quickly heard about the attitude of the nobles, which undoubtedly gave them great support.

More and more people gathered towards the palace, and by this time the fate of the Navarre wool dealers had long been no longer a reason, and people began to cry out long-suppressed wishes.

"Return to power!"

When they don't know who is the first to shout this slogan, many people don't know how to respond for a while.

But it didn't take long for someone to react.

Loud shouts began to follow, and as more and more people joined in, a tidal wave of shouts began to crash through the walls of the palace of the Bararidots.

"Return to power!"

"Return to power!"

The shouts smashed into the palace like a monstrous wave, and the iron gates inside the originally closed palace gates slowly fell with a heavy muffled sound, which was the first time since Isabella entered the palace of Vallaridus, which symbolized a great crisis.

The fall of the floodgates caused even greater indignation among the populace, who began to shout and throw stones at the palace, and the leaves and all sorts of miscellaneous items that did not pose a threat but represented their great anger.

The guards on the walls glared at the crowd below, listening to the curses of the Bararidots, many of the Aragonese were on the verge of suppressing their anger.

Suddenly, a black dot flashed from the crowd below, and one of the guards on the city wall fell to the ground screaming.

When he removed his hand from his blood-stained face, his companion was shocked to see a bloody hole in his face.

Blood trickled down his pierced cheeks, interspersed with what appeared to be shattered teeth and a stone bullet stained with flesh.

Enraged by the horrors and cries of pain from their companions, the Aragonese soldiers raised their crossbows and muskets at the people below, and in the brief moment of confrontation, both sides seemed to be able to see the faces of every "enemy" they noticed, and they could also feel the incomparable tension and pressure of the other party at that moment.

"Castile!"

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out from the crowd, and a knight in armor rudely slammed through the crowd and walked to the front.

The knight was a burly man, his armor was tightly wrapped, and he held a shield engraved with heraldic coats of arms in one hand, and the hilt of his sword at his waist in the other.

"It's a knight!"

"Look at the coat of arms, this is a nobleman!"

The people shouted excitedly, and although the nobles refused to allow Ferdinand to expel the people, no one came forward to show their support, and they were disappointed by this ambiguous attitude.

Now a nobleman stood up in public, and although there was only one man, the people of Bararidot were instantly excited, and the shouts resounded over the palace.

The soldiers at the head of the city were even more nervous, staring at the old knight who had come to the front and lifted his mask to reveal a wrinkled face, and they felt real nervousness at this moment.

There is a huge difference between nobles and commoners, and in the face of many commoners, they may be able to kill them mercilessly if they give the order, but now that the nobles are finally standing opposite them, even the ordinary soldiers realize that things are changing in a terrible direction.

Many people start sweating because of nervousness, and that's when ~

"Poof!"

A bolt flew out of the blue, and in a flash it struck a man below who was standing on a raised rock, staring up at it.

The power of that arrow was so great that it pulled the man who was not strong and fell straight backwards, crashing headlong into the crowd!

The people were stunned, and a terrible silence fell over everyone, and even the Aragonese guards at the head of the city couldn't help but look at the stunned soldier with his still trembling crossbow.

A roar sounded from outside, and before the soldiers could look down at the city, a roaring roar was already attacking the palace from all directions!

Valaridots, riot!

The people roared and cursed, and threw all sorts of things at the head of the palace.

When it was discovered that this did not do any harm to the Aragonese above, the people began to demolish the nearby houses after being loudly alerted, and then a group of people dragged the removed beams towards the gates of the palace.

People rushed to storm the palace gates, and some began to pile up firewood and hay in an attempt to ignite them.

The Aragonese guards stared at the crowd below, and began to shoot civilians, but when they saw that someone was about to burn the palace gates, they turned into a strong murderous intent.

As the captain gave the order, the bows and crossbows in the hands of the Aragonese guards were raised again, and a large number of arrows were sent down at the command.

The screams immediately rang out, and people threw down their "weapons" and fled in all directions.

Alonso ran in panic, he stumbled and fell to the ground, and if he hadn't been pulled up in time, he would have been trampled under the feet of the fleeing people.

A man ran not far in front of him in a panic, but was knocked aside by a flying cold arrow, and he convulsed a few times and stopped moving.

Alonso tried to stand up, but was immediately held down by the person next to him.

The people watched in horror as the people who had been shot by the Aragonese fell to the ground and screamed, but they did not dare to help them.

An angry cry came from the front, and Alonso looked over, and he was surprised to find that the knight who had stood at the front was still there.

Broken arrows were scattered on the ground around him, and several arrows stuck in his armor.

"Castile! Castile! ”

The old knight kept shouting, and his shouting spurred those who were still fleeing in all directions, and some of them stopped and turned back and shouted:

"Castile!"

Alonso's whole body trembled, his blood boiled, and he felt that he would never forget the scene in front of him for the rest of his life.

He wanted to take note of this exciting moment with his drawing, but he didn't have anything in his hand, so he grabbed a stick from the ground and wanted to rush out and shout and roar with everyone!

But a hand reached out from behind him and grabbed his shoulder.

He looked back with some annoyance, and saw Ulliu's glittering eyes.

"Don't worry, boy," Uliuu whispered to Alonso, gesturing into the distance, "Look. ”

Alonso looked in the direction of Uliu's point, and was surprised to find that at some point, a group of soldiers appeared on the street in the distance.

"Who are they?" Alonso asked uneasily.

A hint of mockery flashed in Uliu's eyes, and he said in a sarcastic tone that he would never normally use, "Noble, hehe. ”

Finally someone noticed the troops that suddenly appeared, and people couldn't help but panic.

They watched with horror as the troops burst out of the streets, and saw them approaching them, passing by them.

Then bands of soldiers lined up in front of the palace, pointing sharp swords and guns at the palace.

"Castile!"

Shouts rang out from the army, and in an instant the populace awoke from their panic, and they shouted in disbelief with joy.

At this moment, the nobles of Castile stood with the commoners.

"Return to power!" The shouts resounded through the sky again.

This time the shout was louder and more majestic.

The shouts were heard clearly into the palace, to the ears of Ferdinand, who was sitting in the room.

He looked up at the window in surprise, then lowered his head and continued to sign his name on the document in front of him that he had not had time to sign.

As his pen moved away from the paper, he seemed to hear a short gasp.

Ferdinand looked at the few people gathered around the table.

Seeing them either confused, or frightened, or even more so bloodless, Ferdinand let out a silent snort.

"This announcement will be made after I leave." Ferdinand instructed the nearest court governor, "This is my final order to Castile, but trust me that this will not end there, and do not forget that my grandsons are the true and rightful heirs to the throne of Castile, and that they have Aragorn as their backing, and that their grandfathers will not sit idly by." ”

Ferdinand's words seemed to give the men some comfort, but the sight of the king, who then stood up and began to be served by the servants to change his clothes, those who had just been lifted up fell into despair again.

However, Ferdinand could no longer take care of these men, and he had to leave the palace before it fell again.

As for the palace of Barrialidodes, which was originally used as a military fortress, it should not be so easily breached, and Ferdinand no longer planned to count on it because of the concern about how many traitors were hidden in the palace.

All he had to do now was to leave Valarialidot as soon as possible with his grandson, and then leave Castile as fast as he could, returning to Aragon.

The short farewell took place in the courtyard of the palace, where a boat was already waiting at the dock that flowed through the palace.

Juana's children were waiting there with their nurses in their arms.

Despite their young and ignorant nature, the four-year-old princess and the infant prince were frightened by the tense atmosphere around them.

Ferdinand, apparently in no mood to delay any longer, asked the remaining retinues to simply salute Charles, who was being held in his arms, and then hurried aboard the ship.

As he looked at the two children who were carried onto the ship by the wet nurse, Ferdinand whispered to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "It's a good thing you didn't take them with you, Juana, this is the only sane thing you have done since you were abandoned by God." ”

Under the protection of heavily armed guards, the riverboat was unmoored offshore.

At this time, among the people standing on the shore watching the boat slowly leave, there was finally a low cry.

I don't know when I will come back.

Many people don't even know if they can still see that day.

The shouts outside the palace in the distance grew louder and louder, and suddenly, the fierce shouts turned into high-pitched cheers!

The ministers looked back in surprise in the direction from which the voice had come, and then they were surprised to find that the Aragonese flag above the palace wall was being lowered.

Immediately afterwards, louder and nearer shouts came from the direction of the palace gates, and the ministers, realizing what was happening, hurried towards the palace.

They hurried up to the second floor and shouted for the servants to block the door with furniture, sculptures, and everything that could be moved, and by this time the sound had reached the outside of the palace.

With the help of some of the servants in the palace, the palace of Barriaridot opened its doors to the besieging army and populace shortly after Ferdinand's escape.

August 13, 1502, this day is a special day for the Kingdom of Castile.

On this very day, Ferdinand fled from Valalia Dode with one of his grandsons, and the only force he hastily fled from the palace with a few dozen Aragonese soldiers and a few attendant nurses, which fell shortly after his departure.

When the representatives elected by the nobles and commoners announced the occupation of the palace, the remaining ministers took out the proclamation that Ferdinand had left before leaving.

In this proclamation, he declared that the Barriaridods were engaged in a rebellion and rebellion, and in the proclamation he reaffirmed the irrefutable legitimacy of his grandson's right to the throne.

At the end of the proclamation, he wrote: "Any attempt to question your overthrow of this legitimate existence will be impermissible by God, and will inevitably lead to God's punishment, which will be imposed by the mighty armies of the Kingdom of Aragon and the Holy Roman Empire." ”

This proclamation cast a shadow over the hearts of those who had already taken great joy at the capture of the palace, and the unsettling punishment from God was unsettling, and Ferdinand's unmistakable threat made people realize that perhaps a war was coming.

And now, Castile has no monarch.

In the event of war with Aragon, Castile would inevitably be in disarray without their leader and king, and Ferdinand would return again.

Even the dullest of men can imagine what will happen to Castile at that time.

No one, whether nobles or commoners, wanted to see that happen, because it would mean crazy revenge and bloodshed.

"King, we need a king!"

Now that there is no king in the palace, looking at the empty thrones, someone finally speaks the thoughts that everyone has hidden in their hearts.

"However, in the order of orthodox succession, there should be Charles succession."

Some people raised objections with concern.

The strife that would entail a succession against tradition was terrifying, and one had to think of the long war between England and France that had entangled them for centuries to be daunting.

"Do we have any other choice?"

A nobleman asked, and the palace fell silent for a moment.

"So that's all there is to it?"

Another nobleman tried to ask, and seeing the helplessness in the eyes of the others, the nobleman licked his lips and asked in a somewhat hoarse voice, "So, who is ......?"

Before he could finish his words, he was blocked by a pair of staring eyes, so he simply changed his words: "I mean, who is going to greet the Duke of Rome Thesia?" ”

Hearing his words, everyone's eyes lit up instantly at this moment.

On the evening of August 13, several messengers hurried out of the city.

At this time, Barianistotle was in a state of chaos.

People are at a loss as they know what to do next, and rumors circulate around the city, when it suddenly becomes clear that they need a king so badly.

And at this time, the decision of the nobles after deliberation came from the palace.

"After deliberation, the Castilian nobles unanimously agreed to welcome Prince Giorre Mordilo Astamara into Vallariddode, the regency of the kingdom."