I will be crowned king

With Thalia's worries and the "Good Guy Card" personally issued by Her Majesty Freya, Anson with a stiff expression left the hotel and went to the Storm Legion headquarters, where he blocked the newly appointed deputy commander of the Legion in the conference room.

Fabian, who was so busy that he didn't even have time to drink coffee, seemed a little surprised by the sudden visit of the Commander-in-Chief; in his impression, Anson Bach should be staying in the newly built Supreme Parliament outside the city at this moment, watching the Confederate MPs follow his instructions The script was designed to argue, and by the way, I felt how perfect my plan was.

Anson, who made a pot of coffee for the two of them, didn't waste any words. He got straight to the point: "How much do you know about Major General Ludwig Franz's adjutant, Colonel Roman?"

"Roman?"

Fabian was stunned for a moment as he picked up the coffee cup. He spent half a minute sorting out his thoughts and predictions, and while recalling, he said: "I personally don't have a deep impression of him, and the total number of meetings we met is less than two digits; But because the Guards are very unfavorable to the Franz family, there is a lot of black information about him...I mean, third-party intelligence."

"This person has a direct bloodline with the Wild Hunt Knights, that is, Wharton's family, but he was fostered by the Franz family when he was very young; he was once selected as a reserve member of the Judgment Knights, and later because of For some reason, I didn’t join, so I entered the Private Division of the Royal Military Academy.”

"After that, he continued to serve as Major General Ludwig's adjutant, and was promoted from lieutenant to colonel at an unusually fast speed - but if you add in his background of the Franz family, it is not too surprising."

When the conversation changed, a smile appeared on Fabian's face: "Of course, compared with you, the Commander-in-Chief, you are still a lot inferior."

"Don't mention the insignificant things." Anson waved his hands repeatedly, and his newly recovered expression seemed to feel a little stiff again: "Tell the important points."

"Colonel Roman...or Roman Wharton, is most likely the product of an exchange of interests between Archbishop Luther Franz and the Wharton family." Fabian took a sip of coffee:

"The Wharton family hoped to have a family member of the Judgment Knights. Archbishop Luther accepted their request, but eventually encountered some resistance and failed. Colonel Roman finally stayed in Clovis and became the Franz family. part of."

"In addition, Colonel Roman himself has a mysterious style of doing things, is decisive and sharp, and never leaves any traces. Even if the Guards have launched multiple investigations on him, most of them can only be regarded as guesses without any evidence."

Fabian, a former Guards officer and royal spy, said in an uncertain tone: "According to the Guards' investigation of the Franz family's power, I personally believe that there are probably other forces or organizations behind Colonel Roman, otherwise it would not be possible." Explain why he can always be in the right place at the right time with the right information."

Anson nodded slightly, thought for a moment and said, "In that case, have you reported these situations to His Majesty Carlos II?"

"No." Fabian shook his head: "Not only does His Majesty not know, but even the royal family, cabinet ministers, and high-ranking officers of the Guards do not know this. Only a few middle- and low-ranking officers may know part of the details, and It is definitely incomplete, and most of them are just fragments of information, fragmentary and unsubstantiated."

"Why?"

"Because... although we record and archive every investigation, we don't always report these things to the superiors."

As if remembering some happy past events, Fabian suddenly smiled: "First of all, once His Majesty knows these things, a public investigation will be conducted, but His Majesty has a very good relationship with the Franz family; being able to dig out These insiders are smart people and will not seek death."

"Secondly, although the Guards hate the Franz family, they do not dare to openly express hostility; reporting such things will not make us subordinates appreciated by our superiors. Instead, we may be caught and blamed when something goes wrong."

"But if the boss really wants the content, it won't work unless it is produced, so we will organize and archive the information we find. When necessary, we will pretend to investigate and then hand over the information that has been prepared long ago."

As he spoke, Fabian suddenly looked at Anson meaningfully: "Just like the information about you... it should now be lying very safely in the data room of the Whitehall Police Headquarters, together with all the files that have been gathering dust for many years. In the filing cabinet, it will never be found or discovered.”

Anson nodded, looked at Fabian understandingly, and smiled tacitly.

Not only did he not have any complaints about this model of excellent "worker beating" behavior that was full of bureaucracy, but on the contrary, he admired it very much.

After a pause, Anson deliberately lowered his voice and whispered: "What if I told you that Colonel Roman is a member of the Truth Society and one of its core members?"

"What?!"

Fabian's eyes widened for a moment and he shouted subconsciously. Then he quickly looked around and confirmed that there was no one's presence or figure before calming down his nervousness slightly:

"I see... If that's the case, a lot of things can be explained."

"what you mean?"

Raising his eyebrows, Anson asked.

"Everything about Colonel Roman." Fabian's eyes suddenly became sharp: "I have some guesses that are illogical and lack evidence, but I have a strong hunch that this is probably true."

Anson came closer and said, "For example..."

"For example... the one who formed an alliance with Archbishop Luther Franz is probably not the Wharton family, but the Truth Society." Fabian also lowered his voice:

"If you think about it carefully, although the various actions of the Truth Society are harmful to the Church of Order, they are beneficial to Archbishop Luther; from the Beigang Rebellion in the Ninety-fifth Year of the Saint's Calendar to the fall of the Yser Court, Eternal The Lowndes family and the Diocese of Clovis both played a vital role.”

"As for the Wharton family, since the Truth Society has always resisted the interference of the Church of Order in the secular world, it is not surprising that it has a relationship with them; after all, during the sectarian schism war, the Wharton family has always been a staunch supporter of the Protectorate Sect. , completely different from the Levent family who side with the Holy See."

"Even so, this is too surprising. The truth will penetrate into Clovis... no, the degree of penetration into the entire world of order is really unimaginable; even if there are even their people in the Holy See, It doesn’t surprise me any more.”

Fabian cleared his throat with emotion, and suddenly thought of something: "By the way, where did you know such crucial information... Ah! Could it be David Jacques or Norton Crosell, secretly... …”

"No, no, no...it's not that complicated." Anson quickly interrupted his deputy commander's random thoughts:

"He told me personally."

"Personally?!" Fabian was even more shocked:

"when?!"

"Just last night."

"Oh...huh? Last night?!"

"Yeah, or...well, let me think about it, about ten or eleven hours ago?"

"How, how did he tell you in person?!"

"In person, of course."

"...He is in Beluga Port now?!"

"Not here."

"That is……"

"It's at this headquarters."

"Um?!!"

Fabian was completely stunned.

"Not only did he come, he also brought vital information."

As if unaware of the surprise of his deputy commander, Anson continued to talk to himself: "Let me say this separately. First of all, the mainland, that is, the Clovis Privy Council and the royal family, are ready to completely abandon us and all the colonies as an attraction. A bait for the Empire’s attention.”

"Secondly, the Emperor Herred of the empire does not seem to be planning to give up this territory that he has managed for hundreds of years, and is gathering an army to take it back."

"There are some objections within the empire, especially led by the Bernard family and the Roland family. They do not want this meaningless war to break out. This is why I have tried my best to win over Louis Bernard and accept Reinhard Roland. One of the reasons for becoming the president of New World Corporation."

"But they can't really stop the emperor. At present, their ability to delay the war until June is almost the limit."

Fabian, who still had some shock on his face, nodded slightly. As a royal spy, of course he was also very aware of the behavior of the cabinet and the Privy Council, so he was somewhat mentally prepared for this outcome.

Then there is the shooting army from the establishment of the Free Confederacy to today. Everything Anson Bach did was obviously planning to face the empire's counterattack; if he did not get any information about this, Fabian I don’t believe it either.

Not only him, but the entire officer corps of the Storm Legion should already have some information, or at least have a hunch; now that the Storm Legion has expanded to 8,000, the Shooting Army is about to have a With a strength of 15,000, plus the militia of the Free Confederacy, it is no problem to assemble an army of 40,000 to 50,000.

Such a force is certainly not enough to be seen in the world of order, but it is not a problem at all just to face the empire's cross-sea counterattack.

"So at the fastest possible rate, the imperial army will arrive in the New World before midsummer; and Colonel Roman...although I don't know how he arrived at Beluga Port at this time, he sent this important information all the way." Fabian murmured. Talking to himself, his expression became more serious:

"This is just some malicious speculation on my part, but it is very likely that the truth will take this opportunity to gain a foothold in the new world, increase their power, and even...use this place as a battlefield to thwart the ambitions of the Church of Order."

"After all, although the empire was once an enemy of the church, the emperor himself has always been the only legal guardian of the ordered world, and the most important defender of the religion. If he is willing to compromise, the army that counterattacks the New World will definitely get the support of the Holy See; so It is a nominal action to eradicate heretics and cultists and expand the world of order.”

"Once this happens, we will be very passive." Fabian took a deep breath, his expression a little more worried:

"By then, I'm afraid we will not only be abandoned by the mainland, but also risk becoming the 'public enemy of the world of order'; even if we can persist for a while, if the emperor launches mobilization in the name of 'holy war', the colonies will never be able to stop the fierce attack of the entire world of order. .”

"That makes sense."

Anson nodded and said calmly: "But unfortunately, we don't need to have such concerns at all now."

After the words fell, Fabian instinctively breathed a sigh of relief at first, but soon realized that something was not right:

"Why do you still regret it when you don't need to have such concerns?"

"Because if Roman didn't lie, then the empire has really formed a jihad army that encompasses the entire world of order, as you said." Anson gave the answer straightforwardly:

"A total of six legions, ranging from 100 to 150,000 in size, not counting the judges of the Tribunal directly under the church and the Judgment Knights; the entire Order World and the full power of the Ring of Order Church are about to launch a full-scale attack on the New World."

"So don't worry about the worst outcome, it's really coming."

After Anson finished speaking, he took a sip of coffee quietly and waited for Fabian's reaction.

But after a full minute, the calm deputy commander seemed to be completely petrified, and remained motionless in place, without even blinking.

Anson, who frowned slightly, had no choice but to put down his coffee cup, raised his hand and snapped his fingers in front of him: "Fabian, wake up, Fabian, Fabian...Fabian!"

"……ah!"

The former Guards officer suddenly started up, as if he had just woken up, his eyes widened, cold sweat covered his forehead and neck, and he gasped violently:

"W-what did you just say?!"

"I just……"

"Jihadi Army?!"

Without giving Anson any time to speak, Fabian raised his voice five degrees: "The 150,000 jihadist army are about to come to Beluga Port?!"

"It's the whole new world!" Anson immediately corrected: "And Clovis, the Roland, and the Bernard family will still find a way to delay it until June for us, we still have time!"

"Can……"

"We can't panic now, let alone chaos!"

Anson, who shouted sternly, pressed his shoulders with both hands: "Yes, we are about to be in catastrophe, and the entire new world is about to be in catastrophe! But it is precisely because of this that at this time, the most important thing is not to panic, and the one who is in trouble is us!"

"More than 8,000 Storm Legions, 100,000 Beluga Harbor residents, and millions of Thirteen Colonies... If we can't stop the Holy War, these people, including ourselves, will all die without a burial!"

"There is no way out, and there is nowhere to escape even if you want to! The only thing we can do now is to gather all our forces, formulate strategic deployments, and use the window period in the last few months to be fully prepared before the enemy appears. , do everything you can to thwart their ambitions!"

"For this goal, first of all! You and Karl and the others, you who I trust the most and can entrust with the most important tasks, must calm down!"

Facing the growling Anson, Fabian was in a daze. His eyes were blurred. He was stunned for a while, and then murmured:

"So...you already have a plan, right?"