I will be crowned king

In the empty living room, Sophia, who had just run back to the room angrily, was sitting in front of the sofa, holding this morning's morning newspaper in her hand, but her eyes kept looking at the end of the corridor next to her absentmindedly.

Just about ten minutes ago, she had just learned from the little maid that her father had suddenly returned, and she immediately took the bastard to the most special room in the house - the smoking room that she was never allowed to enter.

In my impression, even my father rarely used that room. Even when he reprimanded his dear brother Ludwig and finalized the "Grand Cross Plan" with Lady Caterina, it was only in the study room, but he could not deny its role in this home. Meaning...the more easily one refuses to mention it, the more significant it must be.

The most important thing is that his father actually wants to let him stay at home overnight!

As a member of the Franz family who is a political animal, even though she was angry, Sophia instantly realized the significance of this move; obviously her father had no intention of abandoning the Storm Legion, but only because religious leaders were not allowed to interfere with secular factors. He had expressed his position before; but now that Anson has been cleared of the charges, there is no need for any further consideration.

And once the Archbishop of Clovis publicly expresses his support for a certain person, it is not just as simple as "support" to the upper echelons of Clovis. It means a strong signal: the Franz family, and even The interests of the Diocese of Clovis were to be reflected in this man.

Judging from the behavior of his dear brother Ludwig, his father was very dissatisfied with the hostility of the War Department group. Could it be that he planned to place his bet on Anson Bach and support him to become the spokesman of the War Department? No, no, no... This is too exaggerated. It should just make the Storm Legion a model and a different voice within the army, right?

The girl's little brain was spinning rapidly, and there was a faint hint of panic in her eyes - if her guess was true, and Anson Bach had the power support of her father, wouldn't she soon lose all control of the Storm Legion and that guy? Ownership?

And this time is different from the little girl from the Luen family before... no matter how tough the other party is, I have some age advantage; not to mention that they have already moved to Beluga Harbor and are not enough to pose a threat to me.

But her father was another matter... In front of the head of the Franz family, no matter how much Sophia wanted to puff up her chest, she knew from the bottom of her heart that she had no chance of winning.

Seeing Sophia's increasingly panicked eyes, the little maid in the corner couldn't help but sigh; what on earth should a young lady in such a state do to have even a slight chance of winning?

Well, don’t get me wrong, the chance of winning here is definitely Mr. Luther or the young master, but Mr. Anson Bach. If in the earliest contact, the young lady could still suppress the other party with her family background and a little sense of mystery, the little maid can now All I could imagine was how to get the lady to surrender in a posture that would make her look more decent.

Just when one of the two was filled with confusion and the other was so pessimistic that he had foreseen the final result, steady footsteps came slowly from the end of the corridor.

With an extremely heavy expression on his face, Anson paced forward, constantly replaying his conversation with Luther Franz in his mind.

Counting from the moment they walked into the room, the two chatted for more than two hours, and the amount of information continued to increase. According to his initial guess, Luther Franz was preparing to completely destroy the War Department and assist the royal family in re-establishing a new one. The department that could lead the army, in the process, worked with the monastic organization behind the little Périgord to defuse the conspiracy that attempted to disrupt the political stability of Clovis.

Judging from the current results, I still want to keep things simple... The goal of the Archbishop, or the Truth Society behind him, is not here at all. This organization is still keen on doing things as always, and it does not care about the cost to achieve its goals, and it can even be achieved There is no benefit at all.

The most important thing is that their support is probably the only option for him to truly gain a foothold in the city of Clovis - provided he does not surrender to the Holy See monastery behind Maurice Périgord and continues to remain his "loyal minister" character, then...

"that……!"

A harsh exclamation suddenly sounded in the living room.

Following the direction from which the sound came, Anson, who had come back to his senses, looked over with a somewhat stiff expression; Sophia, holding a newspaper, stood beside the sofa, staring at him with complicated eyes.

Behind her, the little maid could not stop sighing.

The two of them faced each other with their eyes facing each other, but neither of them showed any sign of speaking: Anson's mind was spinning rapidly and he had no time to take care of it, while Sophia...

"I...I heard from Angelica that you were just called over by your father." The girl twitched her lips unnaturally, trying her best to pretend she didn't care and said, "What did you all talk about?"

Obviously, she couldn't hide her thoughts at all... The little maid hiding behind had quietly covered her eyes, unable to bear to look any further.

After heaving a sigh of relief, Anson pretended to be relaxed and nodded: "Ah...it's nothing, just a casual chat."

"causal talk?"

"That is to say... the chat was very casual." Anson said nonsense seriously: "I was about to leave at that time, and Lord Luther Franz just came back. The two of us looked at each other, and then suddenly felt... Do you think… why don’t you chat first?”

But maybe she didn't dare to face reality, or maybe she had lost her ability to think. Sophia seemed not to realize what was wrong with this sentence at all, and nodded calmly: "Really?"

"Of course, since it's a small talk, there's no topic, and before you know it... we've ended the conversation." Anson pursed his lips: "What about you?"

"Me? I... of course happen to be here too."

Sophia said seriously: "This is my home. I am reading the newspaper in my living room. There is no problem at all...right?"

Looking at the newspaper in the girl's hand that was already there when he arrived, Anson's expression remained the same as before: "It's absolutely no problem. This is a very common thing and it's not worth making a fuss about."

"That's right, so it's very common for us to meet each other suddenly and decide to chat."

"Yes, yes, very common."

"I wanted to chat but didn't know what to talk about, so I started talking about topics of interest aimlessly. It's not completely incomprehensible."

"That's right, it's nothing that needs special explanation. I really couldn't agree more with you."

"I think so too." Sophia nodded:

"So what exactly did you talk about?"

In an instant, the living room became quiet.

Anson did not answer immediately, and continued to smile steadily, pretending that nothing happened; the girl stared at someone's face, not intending to make any more concessions.

She didn't dare to retreat, and she couldn't retreat... The title of Honorary Governor really only has one honor left now, and the only capital Sophia has is the Storm Legion. If even this, even "him" is taken away by her father, she... …

The little maid next to her quietly exposed the gaps between her fingers, nervously observing the changes in the situation.

"...Well, I suddenly figured out what we were chatting about just now."

After a short silence, Anson decided to break the deadlock and changed the topic very bluntly: "It would be really unreasonable to take Lisa there like last time, so I would like to sincerely extend an invitation to you. I implore the Honorable Governor Sophia Franz to grant me the honor of going to the Osteria Palace with me..."

"Anson Bach!"

"...New Year's party."

Following the girl's sharp roar, Ansen, who had his hands behind his back, spoke without changing his expression, then stepped forward and looked steadily into those unwilling eyes:

"It's really for your sake that it's best not to ask any more questions."

"Why?!"

"Because even if you know a lot of things, it won't help - it's okay, it may even be harmful to you." Anson said word by word: "Yes, Archbishop Luther Franz hid many things I care about you, but it’s all for your sake and consideration, don’t get me wrong.”

"Think about me, right?" Sophia sneered:

"It seems that he has given you a lot, and has you started talking to him?"

"I……"

"You traitor!" The girl could no longer control her impulses, her body was trembling slightly: "I tolerated you time and time again, I gave you the maximum freedom, and never used my status as an investor to force you to do anything. !”

"I created momentum for you in Clovis City, allowed you to do whatever you wanted in the new world, and provided you with every possible help so that you would not be betrayed by Carlos II and your father without realizing it. Even after you came back, I am still doing my best to help you clear your name and confront the Ministry of War head-on!"

"I did everything I could, and what about you? A betrayal that I didn't even bother to cover up, and this is what you gave me in return?!"

Seeing Sophia's excited expression, Anson hesitated to speak.

"Don't think...that I know nothing about what you are doing in the new world; I am the eldest daughter of the Franz family, and the information channels I have are far beyond what you can imagine!" The girl turned her head, It’s like he doesn’t want to see this angry face anymore:

"I just understand your helplessness and difficulties, so I don't interfere too much; I didn't expect that the exchange for trust would be shameless betrayal!"

"Betrayal, who?"

"You! What are you planning to quibble with?!"

"Indeed, there is nothing to quibble about." Anson nodded matter-of-factly: "As a direct subordinate of the Honorary Governor, since I still retain this status, I naturally do not need to prove my innocence to others."

"That's of course... huh?!"

Sophia, who finally reacted, turned around suddenly and her pupils shrank: "W-what did you say?!"

"I said, I am still directly subordinate to the Governor of Ice Dragon Fjord and the Commander-in-Chief of the Colonial Guard Corps." Anson blinked:

"Is there anything to explain or argue about?"

This... Sophia was stunned, and the little maid hiding behind also widened her eyes.

She originally thought that the brigadier general was really slow to react and had no concept at all in that sense. But now it seems...

"The reason why I don't want to tell you what I just talked to the Archbishop is because it involves a lot of 'whispers' and things in the New World; most of these contents are related to the Old God Sect, and knowing these will not help you at all." Anson He explained earnestly:

"But in terms of identity, even if the stigma is cleared, my composition in the army is still the establishment of the Colonial Guard Corps. Unless His Majesty is prepared to disband or reorganize the Storm Corps, I will still be your subordinate now. This is It can’t be changed!”

"Taking a step back, even if it is really going to be adapted, will His Majesty skip you and tell me about it directly? Maybe, but at least I don't think so; and if this really happens, I will definitely speak out sternly. reject!"

"……Why?"

Sophia, who looked a little distracted, subconsciously said: "Isn't this bad?"

"Of course it's not good! They can adapt it, which means they can also withdraw it. Your destiny is in the hands of others. This is not my habit, and the entire Storm Legion will not agree." Anson smiled slightly:

"After all, when it comes to the true leader of the legion, of course it is not me, the commander, but its founder and investor, Sophia Franz...that is, you."

The moment she finished speaking, the little maid clearly noticed that Sophia's figure trembled slightly, and then...

"boom--"

At the moment when the girl suddenly pounced on Anson and hugged him tightly without any concealment, the door of the mansion was opened again. Breathing slightly, Ludwig Franz walked into the living room with a tired look on his face.

Ever since, he saw the wide-eyed Anson Bach being hugged by Sophia. His whole body was frozen in place for an instant, his eyes widening even more.

"Oh, everyone is here."

In the dead silence, the Archbishop walked out from the corridor with leisurely steps. He looked at the shocked Ludwig, and then at Anson and Sophia who were hugging each other. It seemed that he didn't feel anything strange. Nodding, he turned to the dumb little maid in the corner and said, "Is dinner ready?"

"……ah!"

The little maid, who had just woken up from a dream, was shaken all over, and her voice rose several times: "Alright...it's ready, you can start at any time."

"That's it, then don't wait any longer and start right away." Luther Franz said in a deep voice, his eyes scanning the entire living room:

"You guys... don't take too long. The food won't taste good if it's cold. Come here as soon as possible."

After saying that, he turned around and left, heading towards the restaurant.

Anson and Sophia looked at each other for a few seconds, then quickly separated with a tacit understanding, and followed closely behind them; only Ludwig, who had just returned home, and the little maid with a sigh on her face were left alone in the living room. inside.

"So...what the hell happened?!"