For two weeks, the little prince Anson, who had learned the news of Horace's critical illness, shut himself in his bedroom, eating or drinking nothing, as if he had completely disappeared - Salald, the standard-bearer of the Knights of the Sacred Tree, and eight Knights of the Sacred Tree, stood guard outside the door day and night, even Edward and Green Turn, who were not allowed to take a step near the door.

And in these fourteen days, the anxious Green Turn, who had to take on all the responsibilities that came with the title of "Duke of Hantu City", because he was the chief lieutenant, the only person who could act as the power of the little prince. And when the news of the victory of the Hantu War spread throughout the Hantu and even most of the Turin Kingdom, the Hantu City, which was somewhat deserted after the Great Purge, suddenly became extremely lively.

The lord of the south, the famous great chamber of commerce, the richest and most powerful in the trading town, the representative of the nobles of the family in the city of Turin...... All of them were rich and powerful people, but like a group of hyenas that smelled carrion, they came to this Hantu City, accompanied by a large number of retinues, gifts and money.

Compared to most of the kingdom, the land was too isolated - by the time the little prince returned to the city with his legions, news of Horace's critical illness had spread throughout Turin. And now there are only two people in the entire kingdom who have absolute inheritance, Anson and Berion, the latter of which is more justifiable.

Each coronation of a king was a reshuffle for the magnates of Turin - many gambled on the right person to reach the top or become rich overnight, while many more lost the gamble, even if they were killed. It's not uncommon for people to die and the lights go out.

Even knowing that the danger is so great. But they still keep going. And at all costs - for many of the petty nobles and wealthy merchants, because this may be their only chance to change their fate, to make a slight crack in the strict rank of Turin and climb to higher positions.

And for those nobles of the family who are already in a transcendent position, if they want the family to continue to be noble, they must have a good relationship with the new king before he is crowned - everything will go on as usual if he wins, and if he loses...... People who know the consequences are generally not in this world anymore. Even a king like Horace was quite cautious about his enemies.

And Greene Turn, of course, knows it too. If Anson wants to get his chair, these people are necessary - if he wants to rule the kingdom, and if he wants to be a powerful king, he must have his own supporters throughout the kingdom, and if he pushes them out, they will turn to support Berion.

It's a must-win game, and one of the basic rules of the game is that whoever has more people has more power. Berion's influence in the city of Turin is unmatched, so Anson's chances of victory lie in the magnates of these kingdoms in various places, as well as those nobles who are excluded and suppressed in the city of Turin.

And Greene Turn, who had to put on a false smile and meet them one by one, told them that His Royal Highness was now slightly unwell. Then shake hands one after another, and accept those gifts that make people swallow just by looking at them. Write down name after name and hug them as if you've really become friends.

Every day and night, the anxious Chief Adjutant listened to them utter one ridiculous request after another and what they hoped for, as if he had seen His Highness Anson sitting in that high position.

"I may have to warn you, there are rumors going viral all over Hantu City right now!" As soon as he walked into the house, Edward saw the tired-looking Green lying on the table, wielding the quill that was not in his hand, "It's all about His Royal Highness the Prince—the most appalling one, and even saying that His Highness Anson died on Iron Cliff Mountain!"

"Then catch the rumor-mongers, hang them all, and then put all the rumor-mongers in their cells!" The angry chief lieutenant seemed to be going crazy: "Do you want me to teach you what the kingdom law is, Lord Flag Bearer?!"

"No, but if we do, there won't be a few people left in the entire Hantu City - of course, I'm trying to stop the rumors as much as possible. Edward also smiled helplessly: "But it's not enough for us to do this, if we want to curb the rumors, we must use tougher means - such as coming up with some evidence to prove that His Highness is still healthy!"

"Then tell me, what are we going to do?!" Green Turn: "Is there any way to say it, just say it, let us all know!"

“...... In fact, I don't think we need any evidence, we just need to invite His Highness out. As he spoke, Edward Wetwood, with the corners of his mouth raised, stepped aside the door of the room, leaving only a look of surprise on the face of the chief lieutenant, who had been decadent.

"His Highness Anson?!"

"I've wronged you all this time, Green. The little prince's face was filled with a faint sense of pride: "From today onwards, I will once again shoulder the responsibilities that the Duke of Hantu City should bear." ”

"No, it's not the Duke of Hantu City, but the heir of the Kingdom of Turin, the responsibility that the future King of Turin should assume and everything that must be done!" Although he still looked a little decadent, and the clothes on his body were messy, his eyes were full of strength: "I'm ready." ”

"You, you mean ......"

"I won't give up what belongs to my father and what belongs to me to Uncle Barrion so easily, I'm going to take it with my own hands!" There was not so much excitement, but not calm, and the little prince seemed to be saying something that was about to happen: "I need your help." ”

"I relied too much on you in the past - this is definitely not what a king, a commander-in-chief would do. There's no way I'm going to win against Uncle Berion if I go on like this. Anson looked at the two of them with a smile: "I'm going to have another meeting - get everyone in, I'm going to have a formal showdown with everyone so they know what they're going to do." ”

"Let them understand that I, Anson Marcherus, am the only legitimate heir of the kingdom, and the only one to whom they should be allegiated, and to whom any kingdom is loyal to whom the most loyal people should be loyal - the one who serves me most diligently is the most loyal to the country!"

"I'm going to gather everybody. Edward smiled and left the room—and a confused Greene Turn, who still didn't understand what had happened or why Anson had suddenly regained his senses.

"How did you do that?"

"What do you mean?"

"Yes, of course...... Let His Highness Anson really understand what he should do!" Green couldn't help but speak, "How did you get him out of the room?!"

"Well...... I can't answer the previous question, but if I have to say it, our Royal Highness the Prince knew very well from the beginning what he should do, and he knew very well what he should do. Edward raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "As for the latter one, I just told him one thing. ”

"What?"

"Triumph - the triumphal of the war of the Hentus, the city of Turin has agreed - which means that we have a legitimate reason to go to the city of Turin with an army. Edward began, "I'm sure you understand what's going to happen next. ”

"We're going to face Berrion head-on - that is, is His Royal Highness mentally ready?" Green couldn't help but muttered to himself, "Perhaps, this turmoil will kill a lot of people." ”

"yes, a lot of people will die. Edward smiled, "Normally I don't like too much embellishment, but this time we can be a little more elegant." ”

"The curtain has been opened, the actors are all there, throw the dice, and get ready to cry for the Holocaust and unleash the dogs of war!" (To be continued.) )