(Girls' Literature) "What is the real reason?" Lilina broke the casserole and asked.

"William Tyrande is the usurper, and you, Lilina Theon Allison, are the reset. William Tyrande is already in control of the country, the army, the bureaucracy, the nobility, the people, although it cannot be said that he is monolithic. But it can also be said that his orders are like royal orders in your country. A person who stands in such a position has stability above all else, so he will never attack rashly in the past few years of the transition of power. It was hard to get him involved in the Elma people's war of independence. ”

"It's like a gambler who has already won a lot of money," Lilina said. He held on to a lot of money that did not belong to him, and he was afraid that he would lose if he gambled again. ”

"That's a great summary, my junior." Harold reached out a finger and tapped Lilina's blonde hair. "And you, Her Royal Highness Princess Lilina, are a gambler with only the last copper plate left in her pocket, and her Royal Highness the princess has no name. Suppose a power outside the borders, such as the Irma people in the north of the empire, lends you warriors and wealth to help you reclaim your father's and brother's place. What would you do as a first step? ”

"......." Lilina kept her big golden eyes open for a moment before she slowly said this sentence: "War, I need a limited war. Through a war that can control the scale, the king's power can greatly promote the meritorious people in the war, so that he can closely tie himself to the army, so that he can sit on the throne. ”

"So, what's the best goal at that time?"

"The Salga Empire in infighting! I can get the most out of the war with the Salga Empire by liaising with the minority and balancing the forces on the continent. ”

"Well, in that case, your interests and those of my friends from the north are surprisingly aligned."

Lilina looked down and thought about the hollow shadows of the mountain that she had walked out of before, and now, she had to think about the future.

"Will the Irma people in the north of the Sarga Empire, after everything is over, come to interfere in the internal affairs of our country, or will they exist as ordinary allies?"

"The Elma people need the strength of the Eritwin Kingdom to contain the counterattack of the empire, can a king who is the core of power make the country strong? What's more, now besides the Holy See, who else on the mainland has the ability to overthrow the leader of a country? ”

Lilina nodded in acceptance of Harold's answer.

"Senior, I want to say a little more. With the current assassination of William Tyrande in power in my homeland without any roots, do the Irma people have the strength to guarantee that the remnants of William Tyrande will not fight back against me, a woman who participated in the murder of the betrothed? After all, if William Tyrande dies violently, I will be the biggest beneficiary, and I will definitely be blamed by thousands of people, and all the suspicion will be on me. 'Queen of the Murderers', countless of William Tyrande's former followers would use this reason against me. When the time comes, let alone the alliance sending troops, stabilizing the domestic situation will be a major problem. Lilina said a lot of things, and she waited for Harold to say the next thing.

"I've thought about that. It is necessary to create an illusion, an illusion that will not be falsified in a short period of time. "Harold knows everything.

"What is it?"

Harold smiled slightly, and he leaned into Lilina's ear to whisper a few words.

Lilina was surprised at first, and then smiled.

"Brother, I'm all up to you. I hope to give that traitor the most tragic end. ”

"As you wish, princess. When I went to look for the man with glasses, I handed out my 100 gold coin bursary in advance. ”

“....... Is a 100 gold stipend important? ”

"It's important, a little less important than your business. I just want to experience what it's like to get a white collar money. ”

“......... Oh, my God! ”

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St. Philippe College, Top Floor of the Student Council Building, Office of the Student Council President.

The two men were sitting on either side of a long table, and the two of them looked at each other in silence.

A beautiful woman like a peerless enchantress, but dressed in men's clothes, very unsightly with her legs crossed on the table, drinking faint fragrant tea, eating gummies, and calm.

The other has a bandaged nose and a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and he also drinks tea and sugar, but is obviously a little unable to sit still.

After all, student council president Rektaran Ramel is only in his early twenties, and it's the time when he is full of energy and ambition.

A few hours ago, it was the guy in front of him who kicked him in the face, and now he is here drinking tea with himself calmly?

didn't fight on the spot, and it can be regarded as Ryktaran's spiritual cultivation is extremely deep, but he is still too young, and he is always a little more honest and naïve than a young man.

"Your hundred gold coins." Rektaran Ramil tossed a large bag of gold coins on the table. He sighed, "Harold-kun, I forgive you. I only hope you keep your previous promises. ”

"I've never broken my promise to send you the heads of the followers of the Dragon Worship Society (actually the Old Gods) one by one, and I'll send them to you. I'm afraid that this promise will have to wait until a year from now to be fulfilled. ”

"Hmm. I believe in Harold's credibility. ”

"You're not in a hurry." Harold squinted at Rektaran Lamir. "In my case, the commitment to the girl should be given a higher priority."

"Haha." Rektaran laughed dryly. "Understandable."

Harold shoved another piece of gummy into his mouth and drank most of the cup of tea in one gulp, which he rested on the table: "I need one more thing." ”

"What?"

"A token of the dead prince of the Salga Empire. It should be in your hands, right? ”

Rektaran Ramil was stunned for a moment, he blinked, "How can you see it?" ”

"I saw it with my own eyes that day when you and your servants were disposing of the corpses. You're going to create the illusion that he's not dead, right? Create the illusion that Freddie Bart is not dead. ”

Rektaran Ramil took a deep breath, he calmed his stirred mind. "What are you going to do with it, Harold?"

"The purpose is the same as yours, but the people used to deceive are not from the Salga Empire, but the Kingdom of Eritwen in the North Sea Island Country."

"Kingdom of Eritvin??" Rektaran was stunned, but he was also a very smart man, and he figured out what was going on in the light of light.

"The Kingdom of Eritvin, William Tyrande, Lilina Theon Allison, the rumored undead prince of Salga, the people of Elma, the Sarga Empire. You're going to make a string of dominoes. Rektaran Ramil stood up excitedly.

"Whatever you want, I just want to help my northern friend on a ride." Harold spread his hands.

"You guy....... If you are determined to play conspiracy against me, if we have the same level of resources, I will probably make peace. Rektaran smiled and sat down. Who will be the enemy and who will be the friend? Wonderful, that's wonderful. ”

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