When the first rays of light were released on the eastern horizon, the morning bell of Fort Mongiza struck and woke up the half-asleep metropolis.

The early vendors rubbed their eyes and looked in surprise in the direction from which the melodious bell came, and when they looked at the knights at the city gate with puzzled eyes, they found that several noble knights were also puzzled. The old man near the bazaar, who was wrinkled and buying shriveled fruit, was slowly picking the fruit alone, and when he saw the owner of the stall open his mouth, he said leisurely, "This bell has not rang since the old king died." ”

The Duke of Lunisión was likewise awakened by the sound of a bell. He clung to his hangover head in pain for a few moments before he could react, and he tried to wake up the sleeping Princess Cecilia beside him, but the princess frowned nicely and turned to go back to sleep. Well, the Duke said to himself, Cecilia didn't love to lie in bed before.

He rang the bell and summoned the maid to freshen up and dress him as soon as possible. According to the laws of the kingdom, the bell of the fort of Mongiza rang, and no matter how important the nobles of the holy city were facing, they must immediately rush to the castle to stand by, and the duke did not want to leave the control in the hands of the little king again. He didn't even have time to eat breakfast, and after kissing the princess lightly on the cheek, he rushed to the royal castle in a daze.

Unbeknownst to the Duke, Cecilia's tears had already wet half of the pillow. The duke's kiss drenched a little of the princess's skin, and on the other side, the stream was soaked in silk.

When the duke's carriage marched near the castle, the coachman unconsciously tightened the reins. The modest streets were crowded with carriages of all sorts and knights in burqas, who were curiously asking each other about the dynamics of the fort of Montgiza, and several nobles saw the duke's carriage with sharp eyes.

"Maybe it's something to do with His Highness Lunicion today?" "Who knows, the king is getting more and more dissatisfied with him・・・・・・" "Not necessarily, have you heard the rumors? 100,000 Asuna are coming to attack us. "One hundred thousand? What are you kidding? The sound of the discussion reached the ears of the Duke through the carriage, and he knocked impatiently on the door, signaling the coachman to speed up.

The duke's carriage was struggling to advance, but after a few minutes Lunicion had to abandon the carriage and rush to the castle on foot, accompanied by several close nobles. The surrounding nobles either deliberately kept their distance from the duke, or gathered together to find out some inside information. Not wanting to offend too many people at this time, Lunision kept smiling and answered perfunctorily until the crowd poured into the halls of Fort Montgisa.

"This does not bode well. The knight beside the Duke whispered in his ear, and Lunicion also noticed that the castle's garrison had strengthened, and he put his hand on his chest, where the beating began to quicken. Several heavily armed guards stood motionless, silently watching the crowded hall.

"This really doesn't bode well. The duke, who sat down in his seat, said silently in his heart.

The arrival of the king silenced everyone, and the officials of the royal family were there to announce the king's name: "His Majesty Mongisa V from Borencia, the only king of the kingdom of divine grace who is legitimately and undoubtedly holy, favored by God the Father, the secular ruler of the great Holy City, the devout of the Holy See on the Holy Mountain, the protector of the archbishop of the Holy City, the lord of the fort of Mongisa, the Duke of Lloratre of Carinthia, the Marquis of Torme, the Viscount of Serradirin, here!"

Mongisa V stepped out from behind the curtain and, to the surprise of all the nobles who hurried there, the king did not appear in a formal dress of grace and magnificence, but in armor.

He did not choose to sit on the throne, he stood on the high steps, looking down at his vassals and courtiers.

"My lords. The king spoke, and the specially designed room was large enough for his voice to revere throughout the hall, "Today I have sounded the alarm bell on the castle, which is covered with dust, and it reminds me that we have been in comfort for too long, and not only that the alarm bell is full of slack dust, but even more so in my heart!"

The king paused, he looked at the nobles below who began to whisper with satisfaction, and raised his voice: "Assuna, the infidels of the empire, my soldiers told me that there are rumors in the streets and alleys that they have 100,000 people, and 100,000 are used to invade our enemies!"

"I don't want it to be true, but, as one of my loyal knights told me, it's true. He had gone behind enemy lines in spite of the danger to confirm this vital piece of information for us, and I think the Kingdom owes him a debt of gratitude, Baron Owen Lildra. The baron stood up from among the nobles and bowed gracefully to the king, paying no heed to the curiosity of the nobleman beside him and the murderous gaze of the duke on the side. The king's voice did not cease, and continued to echo in the halls: "I will elevate the title of this brave baron, nobles, be vigilant, the enemy is stronger than ever, we are not united, how can we fight against the infidels from the East, how can we defend the holy places of God the Father?"

The discussion became louder, and several nobles even began to get excited, and the king took advantage of this moment to shout: "At such a critical moment, someone actually colludes with the Assuna people to try to cooperate with the outside and tarnish the glory of the Holy City!" The nobles below were in an uproar, and even those who did not quite understand the king's speech began to shout, "Who is it? What a shameful traitor!"

The king turned his gaze to the Duke of Luncion, who was sitting on the side, and the Duke subconsciously shivered, he began to realize the weirdness and horror of the whole thing, and he tried to calm himself, but then the king's words ruined his calm.

"Duke Lunicion, please explain the origin of these letters. ”

The calm of the Duke's mansion was soon shattered, and the wolf-like soldiers knocked on the Duke's ornate door, forcing the guards to make way with their swords and spears, while Princess Cecilia sat quietly in her chair and watched the vicious soldiers rummage through the cabinets.

"Her Royal Highness Princess・・・・・・" The personal maid behind her was shivering, and Cecilia held her hand comfortingly, and the two cold hands shook each other, unable to transmit a trace of heat.

"This is a slander, a slander without evidence!" the Duke rose angrily after reading the letter, and if it weren't for the Baron's quick eye, he would have torn these fragile pieces of evidence to shreds.

"This is a botched farce, Your Majesty. When he said the word "Your Majesty," Lunicion said sarcastically, "Forged letters, forged seals, forged conspiracy! I am the Duke of the Kingdom, how can I cooperate with the infidels?

The letters were passed between the nobles, and several lords, who were usually unaccustomed to Luncion's pompous style, sneered on the sidelines, and one of them stood up: "Maybe it's a forged duke." ”

"You, Marquis Maupassant!" said Lunicion, who trembled with rage, but the old fellow in front of him who was about to fall into the ground was not something he could insult.

"I've sent soldiers to search your residence, and I think the facts will determine your innocence. Mongisa V said with a smile.

The people below were already boiling, and no one expected that today would be the day when the king declared war on the regent Duke Lunición, and they were urgently discussing countermeasures to make sure that they could protect their interests and even gain more in this sudden power struggle.

"You, you're ・・・・・・" the Duke's arm hung limply, he could not refute the words of a king, for he was only a duke without a territory. And Duke Ramonard was the first to half-kneel: "My king, I believe in your accusations. ”

The nobles looked at each other, Baron Lildella also knelt down, then Jean Jacques, the Count of Annaba・・・・・・ more and more people knelt down, and Lunician's eyes began to darken, he knew completely by this time that the king had absolutely forged the so-called evidence and stuffed it into his own home! Cecilia, Cecilia, you must save me, you must!

The king's soldiers soon came to the hall, and they brought more letters and letters from the princess. The letters began to be opened, and the king took the princess's handwritten letter and handed it to the elderly Marquis Maupassant.

"I hope you read the contents of this letter fairly. "Mongisa V politely handed out the letter with both hands. The old marquis respectfully bent down to take it, and under the gaze of everyone present, he gently tore open the envelope wrapped in ink.

The Duke stood there hopefully waiting for his wife's wisdom to deliver.

"My esteemed king, out of devotion to the kingdom and of allegiance to you, I would like to testify to the authenticity of these letters. The Marquis's old but neutral voice echoed through the dead halls. A triumphant smile appeared on Mongisa V's face, while the Duke of Lunision sat down in despair.

He slumped in his chair and looked incredulously at the letter in the marquis's hand, which for him was not a letter, but a merciless verdict condemning the death penalty of his career, and the original sin of his love.