I will be crowned king

Looking at the assassin who left only a pool of blood on the ground, Cole Dorian took a deep breath and looked up at Sera Vergil, who had always been silent.

The sharp-eyed female judge gently held her chin, as if she was thinking seriously about something. After several seconds, she finally spoke:

"...seventy points."

"Only seventy?!"

The Chief Inquisitor breathed out tiredly, his eyes full of dissatisfaction: "I think I have performed very well. Even if Captain Lawrence is still alive, it will not be better... Of course, he will definitely be better than me, but at most It’s just the first line!”

While talking, he also drew strokes with his right index finger and thumb, repeatedly emphasizing how small the "one line" was.

"Too much nonsense, and it's after the opponent has been killed; no matter how powerful the enemy is, Captain Lawrence will always complete the final prayer of atonement while they are still alive." Sierra Vigil said expressionlessly:

"In addition, there are too many subjective emotions... You are praying for sinners, and it is not a personal performance."

"I-I think this should be my personal style."

"Then that's the wrong style - you're the captain of Inquisitor Clovis, not an actor."

"I think you are purely biased against me!"

"Oh, then who started this evil trend?"

"伱...I...?!"

...The two looked at each other, one grabbed the other's collar, and the other took the opportunity to hook the other's waist. Their unconvinced faces were close to each other, and there was only less than a few centimeters between the tips of their noses.

Looking at the two judges who seemed to be bickering and quarreling with each other, but in reality they were flirting and wanted to hug each other in the street - and actually did so - Anson Bach and Carl Bain were standing in the corner. He looked extremely out of place, with a frozen expression on his face that wanted to laugh but didn't dare.

"Now that the assassin has been dealt with, can we leave now?"

"That's definitely...absolutely not."

Cole Dorian, who was still just a touch soft, but stopped abruptly, turned around, his expression still so sinister:

"This is just the first batch of assassins, my Lieutenant General Anson Bach... Based on the scale of the opponent's assassins that I know, you will have at least two 'surprises' around the corner today; this will also include those who attacked the Storm Legion. If all the assassins from other people were counted, I’m afraid they would have been killed more times than I could count on both hands.”

"Wind, Storm Legion?!"

The chief of staff couldn't help but swallowed: "You mean all of us..."

"They are all targets for assassination, that's right." The female judge who was hugged tightly said solemnly, her expression completely blocked by Cor Dorian:

"This is the information we learned half an hour ago. There are a total of thirty names on the list - well, basically the total number of Storm Legion headquarters and all middle and high-level commanders."

"The other party not only has detailed information about you, but also knows the whereabouts of every officer. Otherwise, it would be impossible to plan such a large-scale assassination. It is as if they are preparing to make the Storm Legion evaporate; there are no traitors to provide information to the other party. With accurate information, no one can do that.”

"traitor……"

Carl Bain murmured, and when a certain name popped into his mind, he subconsciously turned his head to look at the Commander-in-Chief beside him; but Anson's expression was not strange at all, calm and calm.

"Since the other side is so confident, I also want to know the situation of the legion as soon as possible and see who on the list has been attacked... Is that okay?"

"Of course...that's not possible!"

Cole Dorian rolled his eyes: "I told you, there will never be only one assassination attempt on you... From now on, no matter when or where, you can't leave my sight, otherwise I can't guarantee it at all. Your safety!"

"But I don't need you to protect my safety." Anson raised his eyebrows: "If the assassin on the other side is of this caliber, I can handle these troubles myself... You should know it."

"Of course I know. That's why I have to keep an eye on you all the time."

The chief inquisitor said coldly: "As long as I am alive, as long as all the Clovis inquisitors are not killed in the line of duty, Anson Bach... I will never give you the opportunity to take action in Clovis City again."

"Excuse... What the other side needs now is really just an excuse; if they discover that you have used the power of magic, the Truth Seeking Cult will immediately get a wanted order against you, plus... reinforcements from the Holy See headquarters and other dioceses. "

"Cough! Cough cough cough cough...!!!!"

With a sudden change in expression, Karl quickly turned around, turned his back to the three of them and coughed violently, pretending that he didn't hear anything, so hard that he wanted to cough out his lungs.

Anson and Cole looked at each other, and both of them obviously knew exactly who sent the assassin.

But he still has some doubts... The organization is so targeted, and it is a high-profile assassination. What is the purpose? Put aside, who provides the manpower and material resources to the Holy See, so that the opponent can quietly arrange so many assassinations? Clovis City, or did it happen to be at the time when dozens of nobles had just been assassinated and wiped out?

Although the Diocese of Clovis is nominally under the jurisdiction of the Holy See, anyone who knows a little bit about the real situation knows that the entire diocese is run by Luther Franz like Tietong and is already an undisclosed independent kingdom; if there is a way to infiltrate , Maurice Périgord didn’t need to risk his life and went into battle himself.

The other party just needs a reason...Does it mean that as long as they haven't caught their own flaw, they will invest unlimited manpower and material resources to attack the Storm Legion members with high intensity until they are forced to take action?

"Then...Your Majesty the Inquisitor, what should we do now?"

Anson spread his hands and looked at Cole Dorian with a playful expression: "Since you don't allow me to leave your sight, I have to trouble you to decide the rest of today's itinerary."

"No. 55 Boleman Street, Mrs. Bogner's rental apartment." Cole Dorian threw a bunch of keys to Anson with his backhand: "The house you lived in is no longer safe. We took it from Mrs. Bogner. The whole building is rented.”

Anson took the key and looked it over: "You mean...let me change my apartment every day?"

"No, that would be too troublesome." Cole shook his head: "If you find the assassin, lure him to an empty house with no one, and leave the rest to us - remember, you... don't take action."

The Chief Inquisitor stared at Anson in front of him with a very alert expression.

"Uh...that, that..."

After a brief silence, Carl Bain, who was about to cough up blood, slowly turned around with an embarrassed smile on his face: "Since you have already discussed it, can I..."

"Chief of General Staff Carl Bain is my most important comrade-in-arms!"

Without giving him any time to react, Anson hugged his neck suddenly, his eyes full of unquestionable sincerity: "His name must be on that list, so it should be okay to let him accept your protection with me. Problem?"

"Of course." Cole Dorian shrugged indifferently, raised his flintlock ax and pointed at the end of the alley: "The carriage is right there, everything is ready."

This guy would rather use a heavy flintlock ax to guide the way than let go... Anson nodded with a smile: "Thank you, then... see you on Boleyman Street."

After saying that, regardless of the adjutant's desperate attempts to break free, Anson almost forced him to lead him towards the end of the alley.

"Ah... I really didn't hesitate to leave at all."

Tilting her head from Cole's arms, the female inquisitor looked expressionlessly at the backs of the two people leaving: "Maybe he himself has noticed that a certain inquisitor has made up his mind to betray the Holy See and chose Clovis Parish. This matter—unlike the first time we met, we no longer doubt us at all.”

"Stop talking nonsense." The Chief Inquisitor's face suddenly changed: "As a member of Inquisitor Clovis, if you contradict your boss in front of outsiders, don't you think you should be punished?"

"Punishment...punishment...?"

Sera Vergil's face remained expressionless: "Then, Chief Inquisitor, are you prepared to punish me on the street... Frankly speaking, I doubt you have the guts."

"you……?!"

Cole Dorian's expression changed for a while: "Don't think that this kind of low-level provocation will have any effect. I have completely seen through your little trick, and it is completely ineffective."

"Is that so..." The female judge deliberately raised her tone, and her eyes were even more sinister than someone else's: "You are so self-righteous, you actually thought you had seen through all my tricks so quickly."

"what else?"

The Chief Inquisitor's eyes were blazing, like a gladiator who was ready to face the challenge: "Just use it!"

"Very good." The female judge nodded slightly and loosened his collar: "Follow me."

Before she finished speaking, she had already broken free from the other party's restraints, and strode in the opposite direction to Anson; Cole Dorian, who was stunned for a moment, followed closely, and his eyes suddenly lost the initial confidence.

"W-where?"

Snapped--

Sera Vergil, who suddenly stood up and threw off the hem of his cloak, looked back, leaving only his expressionless profile:

"Of course... it's a place for fighting!"

……………………

In the slowly moving carriage, Carl Bain sat opposite the Commander-in-Chief angrily with his arms crossed and a sullen face, staring at him coldly without saying a word.

"Okay... don't lose your temper." Anson smiled helplessly and waved his hand: "I'm also doing it for your own good... The other party's target is all the officers of the Storm Legion. You are my chief of staff, and you will definitely be the first to be targeted. I have to ensure your safety."

"It's safe. I think it's most unsafe to be with you..."

Karl rolled his eyes: "It doesn't matter that I'm under house arrest personally, but what about the daily work of the legion, the 'Red Heart' organization, and the citizens' assembly that is being prepared... I'm not like someone who just throws the work to his subordinates. Commander-in-Chief, these things are all put there, who is going to deal with them?"

"It's simple, don't worry about them."

"……Um?"

Karl was stunned for a moment, and his rapidly spinning brain vaguely understood what he meant: "You mean...as long as the news of your assassination spreads, many things will fall into place?"

"Otherwise, how could I have agreed to Cole Dorian so easily, even though he really had good intentions." Anson's lips curled up slightly: "It's one thing to assassinate more than twenty nobles, but to assassinate the chief of the Royal Guards, Under the Secretary of War... that is another matter.”

"For the Storm Legion, the most lacking thing is visibility - although we have put in a lot of hard work and established many achievements, the people of Clovis City, and even the people of the entire Kingdom of Clovis do not know us; they may You can reach some consensus with us indirectly through the shotgun club, and you may have read articles about us in newspapers, but those are very one-sided.”

"Although we have become almost unique among all the standing legions in the Kingdom of Clovis, there are only a few who really know this; they will still regard us as a member of the ordinary legions; the direct consequence of this is that no matter how we No matter how you demonstrate your power, in the eyes of most people, he is not an equal to Major General Ludwig Franz."

"But now... more than twenty nobles have been assassinated, and all the officers of the Storm Legion and the Commander-in-Chief himself have met with an unexpected incident... This will send a signal to everyone: We, the Storm Legion, are a thorn in the side of some big shots in Clovis City, and we do not care about them. The consequences and costs must also be completely eliminated.”

"This means that from now on, the Storm Legion...will really come to the stage."

With such a big harvest, the expansion of "True Heart", the advancement of the Citizens' Council... everything is a matter of course.

Of course, the only one who is a bit sorry is Ludwig Franz...The information about the assassins of the Holy See is obviously top secret, and it is impossible to disclose it to outsiders; so in the eyes of most people, the person who organized this assassination must be him The ruling lord of the Privy Council who is an enemy of his own sister.

But with his character, he shouldn't mind such a trivial matter like being framed...right?

"Okay, don't even think about those troublesome things. How do you solve the problem of you being targeted?" Karl said meaningfully: "They said that without a traitor providing accurate information to the other side, no one can do it. at this point."

"I know." Anson nodded: "But there are no traitors in the Storm Legion."

"I'm not just talking about the Storm Legion either."

"Understood, but Alan Dawn is innocent."

"Do you have so much confidence in him?"

"Yes, but at the same time, you ignored the important information provided by Judge Serra."

"……What?"

"No 'person' can do this." The smile at the corner of Anson's mouth gradually disappeared:

"How can you be sure that the assassin who is testing me and planning to kill me...is exactly what he is?"