I will be crowned king

There was a long silence.

Staring blankly at the calm Anson Bach, the girl with absent-minded eyes kept picking up the tray and walking towards him, almost spilling the hot coffee directly on his face.

Thirty minutes... Just thirty minutes ago, the guy in front of me had sworn to tell himself that he had nothing to do with the Old God Sect. He was just bewitched by others and told himself that he was innocent...

The most important thing is that he believed it, believed a liar who pretended to be Draco Vertes just a few minutes ago? !

I actually believed this liar’s lies!

The old man behind the desk held the coffee in his hand and gently put in a small piece of sugar cube. His extremely deep eyes silently looked into Anson's eyes.

This eerie silence lasted for nearly a minute. Anson, who was sitting in the armchair, remained expressionless, with incomparable sincerity in his eyes and expression.

"you sure?"

The old man picked up his coffee and took a sip. His hoarse voice contained no emotion: "The answer you gave is completely inconsistent with what I just learned."

"That's because I lied." Anson looked at the other party very calmly:

"But most of the content is true, and only a very small part conceals the facts, so it can only be considered that I did not tell the complete truth."

"Why?" The old man continued to ask without any expression.

"Of course it's self-protection - as a believer in the Circle of Order, I know very well how dangerous it is to reveal the identity of the Old Gods."

"But now that you've told me this, isn't it dangerous?" The old man put down the cup, glanced at the girl who was still in shock, and added a piece of sugar to the coffee:

"As long as you deny your previous statement, without sufficient evidence, the church can't do anything to an officer... Why should you admit it?"

"Because I know who is sitting in front of me."

Taking a deep breath, Anson stood up and saluted the old man in front of him again:

"Salute to you, the spokesperson of the Church of Order in Clovis, the esteemed Archbishop Luther Franz!"

This is not a complicated reasoning.

When he was at St. Isaac's College, Anson had roughly guessed that the girl who came to a secret gathering of black mages but was "let go" by a chatty novelist belonged to the royal family or the church.

What happened next was basically in line with his judgment. The four guards of the girl and the carriage they came from had the logo of the Circle of Order on them.

So the question comes:

Although the girl never revealed her identity or even her name to Anson from beginning to end, she was able to use the secret underground passages of Clovis Cathedral without authorization, and the little maid named Angelica not only had an influence on the church The structure inside is extremely familiar, and he would even say "I forgot to take myself to the cloakroom" as if I was at home.

In addition, there are the clothes on her body; whether it is the boat-shaped hat on the head or the two long skirts, they are at least the salary of an ordinary middle class for a year or more, and even silk is something that most rich people are not willing to part with. products.

Anson was sure of this because he had touched it.

So now I’m asking for the girl’s identity?

Hmm... Although I don't know the name, except for one percent of accidents, a girl who can call Clovis Cathedral her "home" is ninety-nine percent of her last name is Franz!

And who could be called "a wiser person than me" by a suspected member of the Franz family?

The answer is already obvious.

"Sophia."

The old man who put down the coffee cup called softly.

"ah…?!"

The girl who woke up from the shock had not yet fully regained consciousness. She looked confused and her hands holding the tray were trembling slightly.

"Get out." The old man's hoarse voice was as emotionless as ever:

"Remember to close the door."

"……yes."

After a moment of silence, the girl who put down the tray turned and left without saying a word.

"boom!"

Listening to the undisguised sound of the door closing behind him, Anson, who was smiling, fully felt the anger of a certain girl.

The old man who took a sip of coffee shook his head slightly, but never moved his eyes away from Anson's face: "Ludwig told me that you are a thoughtful person with a clear judgment of the situation."

"I hope he made no mistake in judgment this time."

The same low and hoarse voice echoed in the spacious study room; for some reason, I always felt a little more stressed than when the girl was there just now.

This is a test... Anson nodded and said slowly:

"About a month ago, when I first became the leader of the First Regiment of the Collected Army, I received a letter with the Old God Sect's logo on it. A man who called himself the 'Black Mage' invited me to join the Old God Sect. and the so-called ‘big plan’.”

"I was doubtful about this at the time and did not immediately give the other party any reply; but similar situations happened several times later, and I discovered that the garrison commander of Thunder Castle, Kroger Bernard, was also related to the Old Gods. , so I began to think that the so-called 'big plan' was most likely not just what the other party was saying, but actually existed."

The old man held the coffee cup in his hand and listened quietly.

"Through handwriting comparison, I discovered that the so-called 'black mage' was my former mentor and professor of history at St. Isaac's College, Mace Honnard." Anson twitched his throat and continued:

"I was extremely shocked at the time and couldn't even believe my own judgment; and when I returned to Clovis, I met Professor Mace Honnard by chance at the Royal Military Academy, and he had just graduated from the Army. Come out of the data room."

"He invited me to a party and hinted that many Old God believers would come; in order to find out the truth, I decided to go to this party." Anson paused and corrected his sitting posture slightly:

"You already know what happens next."

The silent old man looked at him, the golden spoon in his hand still gently stirring the coffee in the cup:

"So...you decided to become an Old God sect because of this so-called 'big plan'?"

"To a certain extent, yes." Anson looked solemn.

"And when you found out that the 'Black Mage' is the history professor at St. Isaac's College, did you think that his 'big plan' involved more conspiracies than just Thunder Castle?"

The old man's expression remained unchanged, as if all this was just chatting.

Anson could only continue to answer: "I think... it is possible that it is not even limited to the Kingdom of Clovis."

"It's not limited to the Kingdom of Clovis..." The old man remained the same: "That's the whole world?"

Anson paused and sorted out his thoughts: "At least we cannot deny the possibility."

"In that case, why not report this matter to the commander of the conscripted army, or report it to the church as soon as possible after returning to the royal capital?" The old man stared at Anson and took another sip of coffee:

"As far as I know, you visited Clovis Cathedral on your first day here."

"Because I don't have definite evidence." Anson explained: "And Brigadier General Ludwig's close confidant, Lieutenant Colonel Roman, also told me similar suspicions, so I think the Brigadier General should have noticed it."

"In this case, as a subordinate, there is no need for me to report more speculations to the brigadier general to increase his trouble..."

"hehe."

The old man, who had always been expressionless, suddenly laughed.

The sudden laughter made Anson startled.

"So, after a young officer who was loyal to his superiors discovered that he was accidentally involved in the conspiracy of the Old God Sect, he was careful and good at judging the situation. He did not report it immediately, but took the risk to sneak in to obtain more intelligence... …”

He put down the coffee cup and said in a deep voice with an unclear expression:

"I am old, His Excellency Anson Bach, but not old enough."

The old man raised his head, his deep eyes contained a light that was very similar to Ludwig's, but more indifferent, and he locked on Anson's figure:

"Do you really think...I will believe this nonsense of yours?"