In the kingdom of Garleist, the center of the royal city of Arche was supposed to be the king's castle and throne.

　But now there is no sign of it. Covered in soot and ash, there was not even a hint of the glory and splendor of the past.

　The king was no longer in the capital. Therefore, the people looked up with reverence to the remote palace that had been relatively safe. A temporary throne set up there.

　The throne was dressed in green noble clothes and opened its lips in a natural manner.

I don't want to. I'm not acceding right now. How dare you say such a thing? It's not the right place.

　Jade Philos-Treit. The concubine princess. She kicked the words of the nobleman who bent down in front of her.

　The man stroked his beard as if to say, "This is what it means to be helpless. The man retracted his words once, then rolled his tongue.

But princess. But princess, the people of the capital have finally returned to their daily lives and are now waiting for their new lord. Like a tree, without roots, branches and leaves cannot grow. Your succession to the Garlist, along with your true name, will lead to peace for your people.

　In a low, calm voice, the man said plausibly. The intonation of his voice is that of a man who has been educated as a nobleman.

　The man's name was Biondor Gagari. He was the fastest and most successful of the nobles who carried Philos-Treit.

　In the battle to retake the capital, he was the only one who boldly advanced his troops when the other nobles were reluctant to do so.

　That is why he is now able to exchange words with Philos while keeping a close eye contact. He was indeed one of the men who had led Philos to the throne.

　With a dexterous movement of his beard around his mouth and chin, Biommodore spoke.

"Princess, I need your decision.

　Philos heaves his shoulders exaggeratedly as he speaks.

How many kings have crowned themselves in the past without choosing the right time and place, only to have their heads thrown down on the ground immediately, Lord Biondor?　All I'm saying is that I choose the time and place.

　When I say choose, I mean . When Biormondor replied, Philos replied that it was obvious. The monocle floated in the air, expressing his master's emotion.

I can only be crowned in the presence of a hero. You're not the only one who put me on a throne. Who killed the demons, liberated King's Landing, saved the people?

　Without him, who can sit on the throne? Philos, his green robe clinging to his beauty, smiled and said. Biormondor's eyes widened and his brow wrinkled. He was clearly puzzled.

　Despite being a nobleman, he is not very good at hiding his facial expressions, which is one of the reasons why Biommodore has not been able to rise to prominence in the center.

　Of course, Biondor could not help but understand what Philos was saying.

　The people of King's Landing already know that there is a hero who killed the demons who tormented them and thus exterminated the demonic ones.

　It's now a symbol of salvation and peace. Demon slayers. In the midst of a catastrophe, the significance of these two names is too great.

　If he was going to ascend to the throne anyway, one of the options was to make a big deal of that hero and use him as a sword to support the kingdom.

　But... Nevertheless, this is a time when we must cut out the eyes of the living. As long as Philos has not been formally crowned, the kingship still belongs to the King of the North.

　In other words, the current Biondor and his men were nothing more than the leaders of the rebels. Retaining the princess without the king's word was nothing more than an act of spearheading the king.

　But now, at this moment. Only at this moment, when the king has abandoned the city and the princess has taken it back, will a small measure of legitimacy fall into Philos' hands.

　Once the coronation took place, it was quite possible that the opportunistic local nobles would side with him. A crown is a powerful thing in itself.

　That's why Biondor can't hide his impatience. He did not know when the fledgling king would come back to visit. If he did, his own rise to power would be a dream, and he would soon be on the executioner's block.

　Besides, there was something else to worry about. Just as Biondor came to his senses, a voice rang out.

"Well, it looks like that's no longer the case, Lord Biormondor.

　Biormondor turned his head to look at the voice. One of the men who had led Philos to the throne was there.

　Mattia, the heraldic saint. Her long hair floated in the air as she spoke in a resonant voice. Every movement of her fingertips seemed to be refined.

She said, "I have just received word of the Borvatian invasion of the West. I can confirm that it is indeed true. In a few more days, the city-state will be breathing in its own territory.

　Everyone, including Biormondor and Philos, felt the air tense up. Everyone remembered the feeling of sweat dripping down their faces. For a moment, the place was speechless.

　Mattia opened his mouth to continue speaking, as if forcibly clearing the air.

　Each city-state has sent messengers to the Borvat army, but none have returned. They are just advancing their troops. It was a situation where there was no dialogue.

　The city-states were working together to fortify their defenses, but it was unclear how long they would be able to hold out against the elite of the Borvat dynasty. The only thing they can hope for is that the monsters will attack them in the deadly snow.



"There are 8,000 magic armored troops, led by the Mastighios. That's a lot for a city-state to handle.

"Eight thousand!　And the Mastighios!　And the Mastighios! The ordinary soldiers have more than double that!　Did they abandon the protection of the state while being attacked by demons?

　Biomondor opened his mouth as if to express his heart. His expression was one of shock and agitation, as if he didn't know what to do.

　Mattia, on the other hand, let out a breath and spoke in the calmest voice possible.

Fortunately, I've heard that the Garleist army in the north is sewn up by the presence of the Great Demon Zebre Lilith, and thus the demons. Then we should take steps against the Borvat dynasty, Princess.

　Philos tilted her eyes uncomfortably at being called a princess. He was not used to being called that, but it felt strange to be called that by Mattia, who had been next to him and treated him as an equal.

　But that was what it meant to be crowned. The first corner of the eye is blurred.

The first thing you need to do is to look at your eyes. The first thing you should do is to look at your eyes.

　The first thing I did was to look at my eyes. This is the first time I've ever seen a saint lament that she doesn't know what to do.

　Perhaps in her mind, she never stops to think. She never stops thinking, and then another, and then another. Perhaps that's how a heraldic saint should be.

　Mattia nodded and said plainly.

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　I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but it's a good idea.

　If we concentrate our supplies and troops here, even if the elite of the Borvat dynasty attack us like locusts, there is a high probability that we will be able to withstand them.

　The more we endure, the more time will become our ally to push us back, and the falling deadly snow will force the enemy soldiers to retreat.

　At first glance, this strategy seemed to be useful, but there were plenty of problems.

　First of all, due to the recent heraldic civil war, most of the heraldic soldiers in Garou Amalia have left the army. The number of troops we have now is minimal.

　It's a good thing that I'm not the only one who has a problem with this. We have troops here to defend the outskirts of the capital.

　To put it simply, we don't have enough soldiers or supplies. It will only be possible if we are able to gather soldiers and supplies from the surrounding city-states.

　Mattia added, and put another plan on his lips.

　Then, she suddenly closed her lips for a moment. Mattia's eyes open involuntarily. The words that had been coming out of her mouth so smoothly just a moment ago now felt strangely stiff.

　The reason for this, Mattia knew. A person came to mind behind her eyelids.

　--What would he say?

　He must be afraid of you. Mattia's fingertips wavered unconsciously.

　If this plan comes to pass, if it's done... Wouldn't he hate me?

　Mattia heard his heart beating painfully. It was definitely her own heartbeat. Something almost bled into her eyes.

　That's not possible for a heraldic saint, Mattia thought. Intelligence, reason and calculation, that's what you should believe in. And yet, of all the things to say, she didn't want to say it because someone might hate her.

　How shameful, how embarrassing, how pathetic.

　Mattia placed his fingertips on his forehead and said in a strained voice.

The other is to use ...... the royal capital as a base to prepare for warfare while the Borvat dynasty bites back at the city-states. Only when the enemy's front is fully extended will we send out our own troops.

　This would be the more realistic approach. Mattia says with a shiver.

　The image of her hero, who was not here but was now in the city of Philos, flashed through her mind. With a sigh, Mattia grasped the golden ring in her hand.