Sitting in his place, the Duke of Berrion's expression was very gentle, and he did not show much coldness because of Sam Gottern's speech just now, nor did he rush into anger and draw his sword. Instead, he took the initiative to stand up and stop the Turin nobles who were still opposing, and stood up and bowed slightly to Horace on the throne.

"This is just a proposal, my dear Berion. Horace's expression was also very flat, and he couldn't tell whether he was in favor or against, so he smiled and waved his right hand: "If you don't think it's appropriate, we can discuss it another day." ”

Almost as Horace's words fell, Sam Gottern, who had just been arrogant, turned pale. The little prince Anson's eyes widened even more, and he looked at his father who was sitting there smiling at Berion in disbelief!

What the hell is going on?!...... Even His Majesty Horace did not approve of Anson as the heir, or was there some agreement between Berrion and His Majesty Horace?

Sam, who was triumphant, thinking that he had the support of His Majesty Horace and the Minest family behind him, was already trembling like chaff at the moment, and he couldn't even stand steadily, cold sweat kept falling from his forehead, and he secretly stared at Berion's figure in great fear, waiting for the Minister of the Seals to say his opinion.

At this time, Sam realized how small he really was - he was just a pawn in the hands of those who were really powerful, and he could decide his life and death with just one sentence!

That's when I realized it...... It's a bit of a pity. Edward, who was standing behind Anson, couldn't help but shake his head as he looked at Sam in a cold sweat, but he didn't feel much sadness. Since you have chosen to embark on this road of no return, you must be fully prepared, and the chances of being ruined and becoming famous are the same.

"Thank you for your kindness, Brother Horace. The Duke of Berrion smiled kindly. He even bowed slightly to Sam, which made him, who was still frightened, even more frightened: "But I think what His Excellency Sam Gotthorn said is right, the title of Duke of Hantu City should belong to the first heir of the kingdom, and I am only managing it for His Royal Highness Anson." ”

"So, with Your Majesty's consent, we can choose an appropriate time. His Royal Highness Anson has been appointed Duke of Hantu City, and I will continue to serve you as Lord of the Seals. After saying this, Berion spread his hands slightly: "I will never deliberately make any embarrassing moves, and completely hand over the entire territory of Hantu City to His Highness Anson." ”

Unexpectedly, the entire throne hall became quieter - no one understood what Berion meant by these words, whether he wanted to get away with it, or if he really wanted to hand over the title of Duke of Hantu City?

A guy who has ruled Hantu City for decades and has once become the heir to the kingdom. He would call out his years of hard work for no reason and without complaint--no noblelord would never be able to do this, knowing that the foundation of any lord's power is the amount of territory in their own name.

"Against!" a steady, somewhat old voice suddenly echoed in the dead silence of the throne hall, and the Marquis of Holard Minest, who had been sitting in his place, suddenly stood up, and immediately attracted everyone's attention, looking at the Minister of the Interior in the same incredulity.

"Does Holard have any opinions?" Horace also did not express any inclination on either side, and his tone was calm like an outsider: "Do you think Anson should not be the Duke of Hantu City?"

"Nope. I think the Duke of Hantu City deserves to be the heir to the kingdom - there is no doubt about that. The Marquis of Holard shook his head and said calmly, "But since the beginning of His Majesty Levy Marcherus. There has never been a single nobleman in the kingdom who could inherit a title when he was not an adult, but entrusted it to his elders for their guardianship and management. ”

"This is related to the laws of the kingdom, and as a royal family of pure blood, His Royal Highness Anson should lead by example and uphold the law. And not sabotage. The Marquis of Holard Minest shook his head and voiced his doubts: "Therefore, at least for now, His Highness Anson should not be allowed to inherit the title prematurely, but should gradually learn the talents of becoming a ruler." ”

Hollard's answer is well-founded. There is nothing to blame. After listening, Horace nodded, turned his gaze to the other ministers sitting on the side, and all nodded silently, and no one stood up to refute it.

In that case, the issue will be put on hold for a later date. Horace made the final decision, slowly rose from his throne, and his eyes swept over everyone's faces: "In any case, please remember this, and as the oath of the Knights of the Sacred Tree says, the kingdom is paramount!"

"Kingdom First—!!!"

............I can't believe it's the Marquis of Holard Minest!"

Green Turn, who had just come out of the throne hall and walked beside Edward, looked inexplicable, and kept muttering to himself: "Is this marquis really on good terms with the Duke of Berrion as it seems?, or did he suddenly have hysteria and decided to support Berion?!"

"No, I think he's very normal, and he doesn't mean to be on Barrion's side in the slightest. Edward shook his head slightly, his mind still stuck in the Imperial Council just now: "The reason why you think that way is because you were also guided by this Marquis. ”

"What do you mean?"

"He never uttered the sentence 'Lord Berrion Marcherus should succeed the Duke of Hamtu' - which is where his cleverness lies, but it makes everyone think that he is on the side of justice, but he is biased in favor of the Duke!" Edward asserted, "Think about what he just said. ”

Greene Turn's composure slowly calmed down, and he frowned as he remembered what he had heard—it was true that the Marquis of Holard had said nothing in favor of Berrion, but the meaning of those metaphors ......

"The mastery of language is to deceive people – you are only misled by your own assumptions. Edward shook his head: "You can't inherit the title if you are not old, and the title of the Duke of Hantu City belongs to the heir of the kingdom - he is just playing with words, a simple but practical trick, and people will definitely not be able to grasp the handle!"

"I see. "The Marquis of Holard wants His Majesty to think that he is absolutely loyal to any decision of His Majesty Horace!"

"Everyone felt that the Marquis of Minest was either in favor of His Highness Anson or the Duke of Berrion - he was much more clever than those people thought, standing behind His Highness Anson, but yet expressing absolute neutrality and supporting all the decisions of His Majesty. ”

Just as Greene Turnn was still standing and talking to himself, Edward had already turned over and looked like he was about to leave, and a somewhat funny Green stood in the way: "Why, are you going home so soon-you can't see that you guys are still a Gu?"

"No...... In fact, I'm going on a date, the very important kind. Edward laughed back: "By the way, I can tell you that the other party is a noble lady, if you plan to leak secrets." ”

"I don't have that kind of interest, especially for the private life of a guy like you. Green shrugged his shoulders, "Don't die out there - nothing good is going to happen to a guy like you." ”

"Accept your good words. Seeing that the other party understood, Edward also smiled happily: "The last thing, the ring I asked little Goodwin to send, is not a joke. Don't die, Green Turn!"

"Of course I know it's not a joke. Looking at the other party's departing figure, Green snorted lightly, pressed the brim of his hat and turned to leave. (To be continued......)

PS: Well, it's because of the plot - I'll try to reverse it, and the rest of the story will slowly turn to the rhythm of the first volume, maybe a little faster than that, of course.

Well, now you can guess who is planning to kill Edward~