Subaru Natsuki, who returned from the new Three Kingdoms

He turned his head and briefly met the gaze of the light purple-haired girl standing behind Julius before looking away.

The aroma of wine is the aroma of wine, and a mediocre ruler is a mediocre ruler.

Since we have severed all ties.

If we meet again in the future, don't blame me for being ruthless!

"What nonsense!"

Natsuki Subaru swept his sword across Russell and pointed it towards the group that had just entered the main hall.

"I was ordered by Chancellor Myrotov to enter the palace to protect the king and escort him away from the notorious bandits Crusch and Russell! Yet you all barged into the hall with weapons in hand and dared to slander a loyal minister in front of the Chancellor!"

"In my opinion, you are all traitors!"

Capella was furious at Subaru's behavior, but there was nothing she could do. She could only signal to her children with her eyes.

Upon receiving the order, the princes drew their weapons, assumed fighting stances, and lined up in front of the throne.

Meanwhile, more people emerged from the broken colonnades on both sides, quickly surrounding the six tongues that followed.

In terms of sheer numbers, the Aiko organization, with its hundreds of members, holds an absolute advantage.

Moreover, its quality is absolutely superior.

Some of them could shatter stone walls, some could distort sounds, and others had already condensed strangely colored magic in their palms.

The number of fighters with six tongues is far less than theirs, so if a melee were to break out, it might not necessarily require much effort.

The only problem is that the Sword Saint is standing on the other side.

This made none of them dare to act rashly.

Although Reinhard had not yet drawn the Dragon Sword, the mere sight of that red-haired figure standing in the center of the hall made the fingers of his sons, who had just raised their weapons, stiffen.

Their numbers couldn't overcome the confidence of being "invincible," so they could only move closer together, protecting Subaru Natsuki and the throne behind them.

At that moment, Julius also drew his sword.

The situation before him was so chaotic that it was hard to tell who was loyal to the emperor and who was plotting a rebellion, but he clearly remembered the sword strike that had defeated him by Natsuki Subaru.

That day, also in front of Lady Anna.

He didn't even see where the sword came from before the cold blade was already against his neck.

Although he admired the man's ability to speak fluently despite his injuries, he was still somewhat impressed.

But now that Anna is standing behind him again, Julius cannot allow that defeat to repeat itself.

Julius shifted half a step to the side, shielding Anna behind him, his sword tip pointing directly at the throne.

Anna, however, remained motionless, staring blankly at the scene before her:

Of course she recognized Natsuki Subaru's face, the one that had once stood beside Emilia, a face so youthful it almost made her feel guilty.

But this is not the point.

What truly made her breath catch in her throat was the slight lift of the black-haired youth's chin as he raised his sword, and the way he spoke such absurd statements as if they were perfectly reasonable.

And that farewell look in his eyes when he looked at her just now...

And the gaze reflected in the sword's light in the dark sewers...

Almost identical...

In that instant, the black-haired youth standing before the throne overlapped with the white-haired figure.

Anna opened her mouth, but before she could ask the name, Aiko and Rokumeito were already closing in again at each other's command.

Julius blocked most of her view, and Ricardo also stretched out his arm to protect her, so she could only continue to stare at the black-haired youth through the layers of people.

Reinhard was also staring at Subaru Natsuki.

His gaze first fell on Capella in Clarissa's arms, then slowly shifted to his beloved son who was surrounding the dark-haired youth and calling him "Dad".

Capela just personally unleashed dragon fire to save Subaru from his predicament.

Subaru even reached out to stroke her, praising her as a good mount that knew how to protect its master.

Instead of reacting with anger as before, Capella even urged Subaru to leave quickly.

Aren't these two getting a little too close?

Reinhard never thought, nor did he want, that Subaru Natsuki would actually take Capella as his mount.

After all, that was a high-ranking bishop who had committed serious crimes!

If we really get along well with her, what would happen?

But now, the most disheartening scene has still happened...

Reinhardt's chest tightened suddenly.

The Witch Cult is, after all, a cult!

This means that it has the ability to spread.

After Subaru disappeared from the prison, he remained in the hands of Capella's organization.

Now he leads these people into the palace, accepts their bizarre 'father' title, and has even become so close to his former enemies.

They also put forward an absurd theory that whoever becomes prime minister is the legitimate ruler, while everyone else is a traitor.

All the anomalies finally pieced together in Reinhard's mind an answer that sent chills down his spine.

"Pleiades."

He loosened his grip on the dragon sword hilt and took half a step forward.

"Have you been brainwashed by the witch cult?"

Subaru was busy observing the reinforcements that had just arrived and did not answer.

Reinhard interpreted this silence as a sign that there was no way to ask for help, which further convinced him of his own idea.

After all, Natsuki Subaru usually acts crazy and eccentric, which is very similar to the mental state of the Witch Cult.

It's normal to get brainwashed by them...

But this left Reinhard in despair.

He thought his friend had returned.

They thought there was still a chance to make amends.

He thought that God would really smile upon him again...

But now they are telling him that the person who has returned is no longer the same person.

It's just a walking shell...

It's common knowledge that once someone joins the Witch Cult, there's no chance they can ever become a normal person again...

Reinhardt felt a ringing in his ears.

It was because I sent you to prison that they had the opportunity to take you away.

It's me...

It's all my fault...

This is probably God's punishment for me...

Let me do it myself...

Let me remember the feeling of killing you, and be tormented by it for the rest of my life...

[Writing this, it suddenly occurred to me that Reinhard's decision to commit suicide in the melancholic route was probably partly due to his inability to bear himself. After the kingdom destroyed his perfect knightly identity, he was left with only self-loathing, so he simply relinquished all his powers and accepted execution.]

Reinhard's expression instantly turned robotic; his turquoise eyes dimmed, devoid of any light, and his face displayed nothing but a standard smile...

He began to exert force, pulling the dragon sword outwards...

“Reinhard,” the sword demon said, noticing his grandson’s unusual behavior.

This brought Reinhard back to his senses.

When Reinhard saw Wilhelm, he suddenly remembered something, and his face regained its expression.

Yes, Subaru might still be saved!

If Subaru had truly been completely brainwashed, he wouldn't have been beaten so badly by his grandfather, nor would he have needed to retaliate so quickly!

The real Subaru must still be inside him!

I need to rescue Subaru...

He stretched out his hands toward Subaru, his face more solemn than ever before.

"Subaru, please... put down your sword and come to me."

"Whatever Capela did to you, I will find a way to undo it. Those orders, those titles, and the things you have to do now, all of that can stop."

"This time..."

I must save you!

Subaru still didn't look at him.

Subaru Natsuki naturally couldn't hear him speaking so loudly in public.

The others heard it but didn't take it seriously.

Only Julius, who understood Reinhard, looked at him.

Of those present, only Julius truly understood the immense resolve that it took for Reinhard to utter such words...

At that moment, the silver-white figure at the back of the crowd squeezed forward a few steps.

Emilia looked over Julius's shoulder and saw Subaru's face, the tear in his clothes, and the still-bleeding hand on his hand. Her expression immediately changed.

"Subaru! You... what are you doing here?"

"What happened to your injuries..." Emilia's voice instantly turned tearful...

A familiar call echoed through the tense hall.

Natsuki Subaru, who was about to start his shopping spree, suddenly looked up.

He was dumbfounded to see that the lord he was about to break through the encirclement and take the prime minister to seek refuge with was actually standing among the group of rebels who had broken into the palace.

Why is Your Majesty plotting a rebellion?

Chapter 99: 096. Named Capela

Why is Your Majesty plotting a rebellion?

The black-haired boy's absurd question echoed through the dilapidated hall.

However, since it was in public and under everyone's watchful eyes, and Natsuki Subaru was speaking so loudly, the others naturally couldn't hear him.

Of everyone present, only Emilia could hear it, but unfortunately—she couldn't understand it...

At that moment, her purple eyes were wide open.

She first looked at the others beside her, then at the black-haired youth in front of the throne, as if to confirm whether these seemingly random words were meant for her.

However, she stopped caring about these things afterward.

There are more important things to take care of!

That face...

at last!

Subaru is back.

After the disguise of white hair was removed, the face she remembered most clearly reappeared before her eyes.

Although Emilia's white-haired figure might have touched upon some lost memory, it always made her want to cry.

But she still prefers Subaru as he is now.

This was clearly a touching reunion scene, what a pity.

The bloodstains on Natsuki Subaru's clothes, the still-wet wounds on his sword-wielding hand, and his unsteady legs all added an unsettling touch to this reunion.

She didn't care about anything else and hurriedly pushed aside the six members of the Tongue Group blocking her way.