I will be crowned king

"Storm Group?"

In the luxuriously decorated bedroom, Sophia Franz, wearing lace silk pajamas, sat beside the bed, her eyes shining with incredible light: "He really said that?"

"It's absolutely true. This is top-secret information that Angelica spent a lot of effort to obtain - that little secretary is very tight-lipped!"

The little maid with her hands behind her back nodded vigorously and couldn't help but curl her lips: "It's really a name chosen by a man who can clearly see at a glance. It can't be more tacky."

"Did you find out about it while you were free from buying lottery tickets?" Sophia snorted softly, and the light from the corner of her eyes swept over the newspaper Angelica had hidden behind her: "Also, that's not what I asked about."

"Yes, yes, that's not what the lady wants to ask~"

The little maid blinked innocently, turned her little hand and stuffed the newspaper into the bow at the back of her waist, and raised the corner of her mouth with a careless smile: "Ah... what the young lady wants to know is the Old God sect liar who made her look embarrassed. How did it happen?" Where is the commander appointed by Lord Luther?"

"Angelica?!"

Facing the embarrassed and angry Sophia, the little maid immediately stopped smiling and raised her skirt, curtsied and saluted: "Sorry, I'm rude."

"But what are you going to do? Mr. Anson Bach has become the leader of the Storm Troupe - well, it still feels so tacky - and it seems that Mr. Luther will reuse him in the future." The little maid tilted her head. The head was confused and said:

"If he continues like this, unless he makes a mistake himself, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the lady to have any chance to retaliate against him."

"Of course I understand that!"

Sophia said bitterly, her teeth gritted as if she wanted to rush out immediately and shoot some liar to death; but she still restrained this irrational impulse and took a long, deep breath to calm down her rapidly beating heart:

"Yes, I did not expect that he was Ludwig's crony. It was indeed a big mistake on my part - no! That's not the case. How could a guy like that, who lies and breathes as naturally as he does, have any loyalty at all?!" When the conversation changed, Sophia, who suddenly understood, gritted her teeth and muttered:

"This is a scam, a trap. Ludwig and my father were all deceived! This old god sect named Anson Bach, he and the black mage are in the same group... Yes, that's right."

"They plan to let Anson Bach lurk into the church, and then turn this hard-won army into the possession of the Old God Sect in one fell swoop!"

Sophia's eyes lit up and she jumped down from the bed excitedly, hugging the little maid's shoulders tightly: "How about it, do you think this possibility exists?!"

"Well..." The little maid who couldn't move smiled and pondered, her eyes began to dodge unconsciously: "How should I say..."

"It's probably... maybe... maybe... there's a little bit of this... possibility?"

"Right?!"

Sophia excitedly hugged the maid in her arms: "As expected of Angelica, I knew you were definitely on my side!"

"In that case, how are you going to expose him?" the little maid asked while breaking free:

"Unless there is a chance, it will be difficult to catch such a scheming guy, right?"

"Well...that's a problem."

Sophia sat back on the bed melancholy. With the current situation, it was indeed impossible for her to do anything detrimental to Anson on the surface.

More importantly, as the eldest daughter of the Franz family, it is impossible or impossible for her to get involved in all affairs related to the army, even if her father is the Archbishop of the Kingdom of Clovis.

In fact, just for occasionally helping her father handle some bills and receiving some businessmen and factory owners who needed long-term loans, she had already received a lot of "criticism" - although she really didn't care about this.

"Dong~dong~dong~"

Just when the girl was distressed with hatred, the clock in the corner of the bedroom suddenly rang.

"Miss, the time has come." The little maid took the opportunity to quickly change the subject: "Hurry up and change your clothes, otherwise you will be late for Lady Caterina's literary salon - there are important clues about the black mage at her party! "

"Alright alright."

The girl took a deep breath helplessly and moved from the bed to the dressing table.

An hour later, Sophia Franz, wearing a light blue pleated skirt, left her bedroom and walked along the patio corridor in the center of the house towards the door on the first floor.

When she stepped down the last flight of stairs, she discovered a figure in the fireplace hall that should never appear at this time.

"Father?"

Luther Franz, the Archbishop of the Kingdom, was wearing simple pajamas, sitting on the sofa and leisurely reading the newspaper in his hand. There was a cup of hot coffee on the coffee table at hand, which was just like every middle-class home. Men are no different.

"Sit down, Sophia." The archbishop folded the newspaper in his hand and looked at his daughter with a smile:

"Today's salon party at Madam Caterina's house has been postponed until evening. Come and chat with me for a while."

Postponed because of what?

Sophia frowned slightly and slowly sat down next to Luther Franz - although she was a little confused, she did not have the slightest doubt about her father's words.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Sophia asked curiously.

"If you have nothing to do, can't you chat with my dear daughter?" Archbishop Luther looked at his only daughter dotingly, with a trace of pride hidden in the corner of his smiling mouth:

"But you have done a lot of things recently that deserve my praise - unlike your brother, who only wants to be a general and doesn't care about church and bank affairs at all. You even went to the southern battlefield to avoid me! "

Looking at her father who couldn't help complaining, Sophia, who felt a little proud in her heart, just smiled lightly: "Ludwig just chose his own path and thought it was more beneficial to the Franz family... He didn't Avoid you."

"Benefit, what benefit?" Archbishop Luther sighed: "The Franz family is not a pure-blood noble. Our status depends on our control over the church in the Kingdom of Clovis - but he just doesn't understand. I don’t understand, but I stubbornly think that as long as I win a few battles on the battlefield, I can win the respect of others!”

"He never understood that if you want to gain the respect of others, you must either make them afraid of you, or make them unable to live without you." Looking at his well-behaved daughter beside him, Luther Franz sighed helplessly:

"Sometimes I can't help but think, dear Sophia, it would be great if you were a boy, then I would never have to worry about an heir."

"You don't have to worry now."

Sophia continued to comfort her: "Although Ludwig chose to join the army, sooner or later he will inherit your career and become the bishop of the Church of Order; then if he encounters trouble, Sophia will stand behind him to help him. alright."

"After all, we are all part of the Franz family, and we should help each other."

"Well, you're right."

Luther Franz responded softly, his eyes full of love for his daughter: "Because of this, I am going to hand over a very important account to you."

"Oh, whose account is it?" Sophia asked with a chuckle.

"A person whose name you must still remember." Luther Franz said softly:

"Anson Bach."