I will be crowned king

In the master bedroom of Thunder Castle, Ludwig, who was sitting alone at his desk, lit the kerosene lamp, put down all his work, and placed a piece of letter paper in front of him with a solemn expression.

This was a letter that he needed to take seriously and not make any mistakes.

The right hand holding the pen tightly fell down gently, and dark handwriting appeared like a knife and an axe:

"Your Excellency Luther Franz, my esteemed father personally declares:

I'm very sorry that I didn't think of sending you a letter until I received your letter; the military operation to siege Thunderburg Fortress has kept me busy, and the things I need to deal with every day are far beyond my imagination! "

"I experienced many twists and turns during this period, but after a brutal siege like a gamble, I captured Thunder Castle in the early morning of January 1, the 100th year of the Saint's Calendar, and the bloody unicorn flag once again fluttered in Crowley. On the land of Wei Kingdom.”

"Please forgive your son for not following your wishes and making a reckless and bold decision - but as you taught me, war is a science; it is a science that requires deep understanding, careful planning, and never rashness. Adding conjecture to science requires great courage at critical moments.”

"Because of this, although I have always believed in your intuition; this time, as a frontline commander, I made my own judgment."

"Facts have proven that this judgment may not be completely correct, but it is not too wrong either."

Ludwig couldn't help but pause when he wrote this. After desperately restraining the urge to delete this paragraph, he continued writing:

"I still remember what you warned me before I left: This is a turbulent era, an era seeking changes and breakthroughs; since the Second Council of Order in the forty-seventh year of the Saints calendar, steam engine technology will be developed After the canonization of Isaac Rand, the Church of Order, the balance that the Church of Order strives to maintain has reached its culmination."

"The reckless expansion of new forces, and the old forces trying to regain their past glory; as the long distances between kingdoms, continents, and races are broken, turmoil and conflict have reached an inevitable point."

"Yes, I already understand - this war between the Empire and the Kingdom of Clovis will never simply end in a few months or even a year as many people expect."

"On the contrary, it is just a signal, a sign and the beginning, the beginning of a larger, more tragic, and longer war!"

"Maintaining the knightly and feudal system, the backward and decadent empire has a vast territory and thousands of knights; and we, the Clovis people, whose kingdom was only born a few hundred years ago, rely on the first railway network in the entire ordered world. , despite its small territory and sparse population, it can easily assemble an army that far exceeds the size of the empire."

"Under such prerequisites, the failure of any party will no longer be just its own failure; it will be the failure of a force, a system, and a system!"

"The empire must strive to maintain its hegemony, and the emerging Kingdom of Clovis wants to compete for living space, more survival resources, and trade shares; to compete for ocean and land resources, this hegemony must be broken."

"Both sides will not choose an honorable end after one or two battles with heavy casualties as each other imagines; they will continue the war to the end at all costs before paying a heavy enough price."

"Just like this time in the Battle of Thunder Castle: The imperial defenders who have exhausted their reserves and me who have been cut off from their supply lines all place their hopes on the final victory."

"This hasty, short, and suspicious battle may be a microcosm of the entire war."

"In such a war that is destined to involve all forces, it would be very unwise if the Church of Order still tries to maintain the balance of forces or abide by the rigid principles of the past."

"For the benefit of the Franz family, we must not stand by and watch, let alone passively get involved and become victims of the disputes between other forces!"

"Based on this, your son begs to reject your request to order me to return to the royal capital - after the siege, I will go south to join the legion in the southern fortress and continue to observe the future direction of this war."

"For this purpose, please allow me to recommend to you an Army Lieutenant Colonel named Anson Bach."

"He is a graduate of the Royal Military Academy. The entire plan for the siege of Thunder Castle was his handiwork. Although he is young, his thoroughness and judgment of the battle situation are definitely far better than those who rely on nobility titles. Senior Army Staff Officer.”

"Under my operation, he has been promoted from an ordinary army captain to a lieutenant colonel and became a member of the Franz family camp. I have attached his specific background and resume to the letter."

"In addition, although there is no direct evidence, this person should be involved with an old god organization; if you think Anson Bach can be used by you, you might as well try this aspect, you may get some unexpected gains."

“Of course, this is just a small suggestion, please consider whether you adopt it or not.

Your humble son, Ludwig Franz. "

After writing the last stroke, Ludwig breathed a sigh of relief and wrapped the credit letter, carefully sealed it with ink pad, and handed it to Lieutenant Colonel Roman who had been waiting beside him for a long time:

"Leave it to you, the sooner the better."

"yes!"

Roman said calmly with a stern face. He took the letter, turned around and walked out the door.

Just as he was about to reach the door, he suddenly stopped.

"Is something wrong?"

Looking at the back of his best friend, Ludwig, who had been with him for many years, noticed something strange.

"No, it's just some trivial curiosity."

"Curious... There are so few things in this world that can make Roman Wharton curious!"

Ludwig was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and said, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

Roman, who frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at Ludwig:

"General, you are the son of Luther Franz. You have lived in the Church of Order since you were a child. You should have seen many cases about the spell casters of the Old Gods, right?

"Well, you could say that."

"So in your mind, is there any case where an old god sect spellcaster was also a person gifted with the power of blood?"

"How can this be?!"

Ludwig burst into laughter: "Following the old gods and their evil power means abandoning oneself and betraying faith, and one will forever lose the qualification to become a gifted person!"

"What's more, any talented person who has the power of blood and inherits the legacy of the seven knights, who would abandon the power he has obtained and turn to follow the so-called 'old god' who is despised by the world?"

Roman nodded slightly and continued to ask:

"So, have you ever heard of the power of blood that can bring people back to life?"

"Resurrection from the dead?"

Ludwig frowned slightly, and then said with some hesitation: "The bloodline of the Seven Knights is the origin of all bloodline power. Although the church has a dispute about the origin of the bloodline power, there should be no objection to this point. "

"And even the 'Holy Grail Knight' Lorraine, who is closest to 'resurrection from the dead' among the seven knights, only has more tenacious vitality than ordinary people, and is far from being resurrected."

“As a ‘Wild Hunt Knight’ gifted person, shouldn’t you know this kind of thing better than me?”

"That's right." Roman, with a calm face, said in a deep voice, with a subtle tremor in his voice:

"It's just... a trivial curiosity!"