Subaru Natsuki, who returned from the new Three Kingdoms

Subaru Natsuki's eyes gleamed; he had even planned his escape route!

If Crusch ultimately becomes emperor!

Then he wouldn't care about the prime minister anymore and would directly support Emilia to become empress on the border!

As the saying goes: If she declares herself empress, I will declare myself empress too!

Let's thoroughly devalue this emperor, Crusch!

At that time, other candidates will follow suit and have five emperors ruling the court!

"Brilliant! Brilliant!" Natsuki Subaru stroked his chin, feeling that this plan was unparalleled in the world!

For a moment, he felt a sense of loneliness.

It's a pity that the world didn't provide him with a rival, just like it did with Zhuge Liang for Zhou Yu or Sima Yi for Zhuge Liang!

He smacked his lips in satisfaction.

Natsuki Subaru didn't forget to look at Clarissa. This brother was his own chosen one, and he couldn't let her get into danger.

Seeing that her shoulders were tense with fear, and that her fingernails bore clear teeth marks, Natsuki Subaru immediately reached out his hand. She immediately closed her eyes, her body as tense as a fully drawn string.

But Natsuki Subaru simply placed his hand on her long hair and gently stroked it: "When the fighting starts, remember to stay close to us, and don't get separated on the battlefield!"

Clarissa opened her eyes, feeling the touch on her head, her gaze somewhat unfocused... What was this feeling? So warm... something she had never felt from her mother before...

Although Clarissa didn't understand, she nodded and said, "I understand, Dad."

As the address faded, Capella, who was clinging to Subaru's waist, nearly ground her teeth to powder as she noticed Clarissa's increasingly unguarded gaze.

Has this guy gone even crazier? He's actually so audacious as to want to launch a full-scale attack on the capital?

But what was his motivation?

Do you really consider the organization your own? So you want to avenge it?

Or does he actually want to be king too! And wants to clear away obstacles? But being a king isn't like that!

Even after spending so much time with Subaru Natsuki, Capela still couldn't understand what this man was thinking under the influence of alcohol.

This man usually seems crazy, but every action he takes has a deeper meaning.

Could there be some deeper meaning behind the seemingly suicidal option of attacking the capital?

Capela couldn't understand it; after thinking it over and over, he felt this was pure suicide...

But then she thought about it again and realized that this might be a good thing—when Subaru Natsuki attacks the capital and tries to take Mycroft, he will definitely face off against the Sword Saint Reinhard!

If these two can fight each other, I might be able to gain my freedom...

free...

Capela clenched the word in his mind again.

She suddenly felt a little confused...

Why am I... not very happy...?

Capela frowned and thought for a long time, but still couldn't help but speak in a gloomy tone.

"Hey! You'll die if you do that..."

"How dare you! I touched your head!"

Natsuki Subaru was furious upon hearing this! He placed his hand on Capella's head and fiddled with it for a while.

"Do you think I'm ignorant of military matters?"

"Not attacking the capital now? That would be a real missed opportunity! You naughty mount!"

Capela was enraged by the touching and her face showed anger.

"It would be best if you died!" After saying that, she fell silent.

The interaction between these two was observed by the other children...

A chill ran down everyone's spine.

really...

'Dad' and 'Mom' are in cahoots...

This current situation is just a bit of fun between the couple...

Even if you told them that Capella would recover in a couple of days, and that Subaru Natsuki would only have his head hanging on Capella's body, they wouldn't be surprised at all...

Chapter 97: 094. Buhou! It's a diversionary tactic!

As Subaru Natsuki led his loyalist army, preparing to storm the palace, the palace guards continued their operations.

When Crusch and Russell Ferro came out of the interrogation room, the records in their hands were already quite thick.

After several days of almost non-stop interrogation, they finally finished screening the important officials in the capital.

Those who hold high positions, wield key power, or possess strong combat capabilities have been identified one by one.

There are too many remaining grassroots officials to handle them all at the moment, so they can only be handed over to follow-up personnel for further investigation.

This sentence sounds like a conclusion, but the fatigue and unease on their faces say it all.

This is just the beginning—

The capital city is only a small part of the kingdom. Even its officials have been infiltrated so many times without anyone noticing. So—

What about the border?

What about the church?

What about the army?

If there are organized groups hiding within the monarchy, government, and religion, this great purge could spread from the capital to the entire kingdom at any moment.

The whole of Lugnica will be plunged into a turbulent and turbulent period.

The neighboring empire has long been eyeing us covetously.

If Lugnica shows any signs of internal strife, the other side will never let the opportunity pass.

Under normal circumstances, with the protection of the contract with the dragon Polkenica, even if this turmoil severely damages Lugunica, it will not shake the foundation of the kingdom.

But the situation is quite different now.

The contract between Shenlong and Lugnica was not a contract with the country, but a contract with the king himself.

The former king, who was the contractor, had just passed away, and a new king had not yet been elected.

If Lugnica were to fall into internal strife at this time, Shenlong would likely choose to stand by and do nothing.

It would be difficult for the Sword Saint Reinhard alone to withstand such a massive disaster.

That would be a true crisis of national subjugation and racial extinction.

What should we do?

This problem is currently a huge burden on the minds of Crusch and Russell.

Both of them have their own answers to this.

Crusch advocated trying to incorporate them, letting those infiltrators of the organization know that their existence had been discovered, but that as long as they were willing to be loyal to the kingdom, they could be spared death.

Ideally, this is the way to help the kingdom weather this calamity with minimal losses.

Russell, however, opposed this.

He didn't believe that the despicable organization could genuinely surrender.

Even if they do surrender, it might just be a temporary measure to bide their time and seek revenge.

For the sake of the kingdom, he felt that a short, sharp pain was better than a long, drawn-out one.

We should openly confront these people and kill them all.

However, this approach carries too great a risk; one wrong move could lead to the destruction of the nation and the extinction of the race.

Not only Crusch opposed it, but probably no one in the entire kingdom, except for those six tongues who were crazy in their love for their country, would agree to it.

The two left the interrogation room and went to a quiet room with unanswered questions in mind.

Tea and records were laid out on the table, but no one was interested in touching the tea; they were still flipping through the interrogation records.

Crusch suddenly looked at the merchant in front of her and said:

"I never imagined that Mr. Russell Ferro would be the leader of the Six Tongues within the Kingdom."

Russell Ferro's lips twitched, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"I never expected that in this turbulent time, it would be Lord Crusch who would step forward and stabilize the situation all by herself."

“Without Mr. Russell and Six Tongues’ help, I absolutely could not have accomplished this alone.” Crusch shook her head, her expression showing little reaction.

Russell picked up his teacup:

"Thank you for your kind words, Lord Crusch. I am just an ordinary person who loves his country more than himself."

There was a brief silence between them.

Crusch's finger remained pressed against a page of the record, hesitant to turn it. Russell Ferro picked up his teacup but didn't drink, only staring at the gradually calming surface of the water.

Neither of them spoke about the kingdom's future, but their thoughts were both swirling around the same question: what should the kingdom do next?

They both hoped that the other person could accept their ideas.

After a long while, Russell finally asked:

"Regarding the selection of Wang... what are your thoughts, Lord Crusch?"

Crusch didn't hesitate for long.

"Of course, according to the original plan, the election will continue, with the five candidates competing openly and fairly, and finally the people of Lugnica will elect the king they desire."

Russell Ferro placed the unused teacup back on the table, the sound of the bottom of the cup hitting the table being particularly clear in the quiet room.

"I do not recommend that Wang continue the selection process."

Curius frowned.

Ultimately, Wang Xuan was merely a prophecy on the Dragon Calendar Stone.

Russell Ferro explained, "The prophecy requires five candidates to come together for a royal election, but it does not explicitly state that the five candidates must decide the king through a public vote."

"Now, Lord Crusch has stepped forward during this time of national crisis, quelled the unrest in the capital, eliminated enemies within the kingdom's upper echelons, and saved the kingdom from collapse. Everyone has witnessed this achievement."

He leaned forward slightly.

"If Lord Crusch chooses to ascend the throne directly, I fully agree."

"Moreover, Lord Crusch also understands that the kingdom is currently in a critical moment of survival and urgently needs someone to step forward and take responsibility for the contract with the dragon."

Crusch's fingertip lingered on the rim of the teacup, not touching it for a long time.

Russell Ferro's vision of the future is indeed enticing enough.

As soon as she puts on the crown, the kingdom's chaos can quickly find a new center, and many pending orders can be settled on the spot.

But beneath the crown lies the contract with the divine dragon Polkenica.

Crusch became King of Lugnica precisely to completely sever the ties between the kingdom and the dragon.

If, in order to ascend the throne, one were to personally accept that contract, wouldn't that mean even the original goal would be forgotten?

Moreover, skipping the selection process and claiming the throne based solely on her current achievements would violate the principles she has always adhered to.

Crusch slowly raised her eyes, her voice still calm, but her fingertips had already gripped the rim of the cup until it turned white.

“This goes against the code of chivalry, and the other candidates and the people will not accept it.”

Although the selection process is troublesome, it is still the orthodox procedure that the kingdom can currently accept.

She cannot, just because she has made contributions, disregard the treaties recognized by the people of the kingdom.

"In my opinion, the kingdom cannot withstand another election," Russell Ferro continued to persuade.

"The kingdom must decide on a true leader as soon as possible; only then can the internal chaos have a chance to be resolved."

"If Lady Crusch is worried about other candidates causing trouble, then I can arrange for them to..."

Russell Ferro made a cutting gesture with his palm in front of his neck.