I will be crowned king

"Uh, please... Mr. Draco, how do you know my name?"

At that moment, Anson, who was still smiling, raised the corners of his mouth, and his right hand on his side inadvertently moved closer to the gun on his waist, while trying to block Lisa who was sitting obediently beside him.

From the time he left the military camp to the time he got on the bus, he only registered his name once at the hotel in Oak Town. The nameplate representing the college graduates on his body had already been put away in the jacket compartment. The ticket in his hand was also Luther's. The bearer ticket Vichy bought...except for the military uniform under the windbreaker, there was nothing that could identify him.

Anson, who remembered to write a diary every night, remembered all of this clearly - after discovering that the power of his blood would cause amnesia, he picked up this good habit left by his former Anson again.

Under such premise, a stranger who had never seen him said his name... No matter how small the possibility of danger was, Anson had to be vigilant.

"Ah...I'm so sorry, so sorry. This is a professional habit!"

Draco was stunned for a moment when asked, then he stopped laughing and waved his hands at the two people opposite him: "As I just said, I am a writer who writes travel novels. It is almost my instinct to actively observe and understand current events. ”

"Although the military uniform and the windbreaker on your body do not have any markings, there are obvious traces of blood and mud that have been cleaned. If there is an active officer on the train from Oak Town to the Royal Capital, I can't think of anything other than the Thunder Castle levy force. the second."

"Of course, this cannot completely rule out all coincidences - the possibility of an officer who has just returned from vacation taking a detour to Oak Town to take this bus is not small - so further evidence is needed to determine the identity."

Draco put down his right leg and turned his gaze to one side to look at Lisa who was staring at him quietly:

"Your clothes don't have any markings on them, but this lovely lady is actually wearing a lieutenant's uniform that is clearly not the right size. I guess the two of you are very close, so these are probably your old clothes."

"The answer I came to is that you are probably still, or were, a young and promising Army captain."

"Then there's age - you look too young. A lieutenant who has recently graduated between the ages of 22 and 25 has a low chance of appearing in the second-class box of Steel Sky. This ticket is too heavy a burden on your salary."

Draco raised his eyebrows and shook his head: "If you are in a hurry, then you will not choose a comfortable second-class box; if it is for enjoyment, then it will contradict your previous judgment."

"Then your figure appeared in my mind - a young and promising officer who was suspected of having served in the Thunder Castle conscription army. Now he needs to rush to the imperial capital as soon as possible, and his financial conditions are very comfortable."

"Then, I remembered a report I saw in Oak Town: the levy troops captured Thunder Castle. An army lieutenant colonel who was promoted before the war led an infantry regiment to capture the main fort in a bold surprise attack."

Draco, whose mouth curved deeper and deeper, placed the business card on the table in front of the window and gently pushed Anson with his index finger:

"The officer's name...is Anson Bach."

Anson, whose pupils reflected the slightly proud expression of the other party, had a thousand waves under his calm expression!

While restraining his emotions, he calmly took the business card from the other party and glanced over it quickly:

"Mr. Draco, do you make this 'instinctive observation' of everyone you meet?"

"I'm a writer, this is my professional quality." Draco shrugged and said with a smile:

"Of course, most of the time I will restrain my... uh... 'expressionism' - today's newspapers really coin a lot of new words - in fact, even if you want to hit me now, I won't be surprised at all, something like This has happened many times."

Oh, so you still have self-awareness?

"The more important reason is that I have recently been collecting materials for the next book, so occasionally it is inevitable that I will do something drastic." With a guilty look on his face, Draco put his hat on his chest and nodded sincerely:

"If I have caused you any inconvenience, please accept my apology - in the name of the Ring of Order, I swear that even if you want to hit me now, I will never fight back."

I almost killed you with one shot... The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and Anson, who wanted to lighten the mood, said casually: "You said you were collecting material for the "Clovis Truth". What novel is it about?"

When Draco heard this, he looked shocked at first, and then randomly showed a smile as bright as the sun.

"Have you read The Clovis Truth?"

"Uh...once."

"What's your impression?"

impression? Anson frowned and recalled briefly:

"……public?"

"That's too kind of you." Draco shook his head, his shoulders shaking as if he was trying desperately to resist the urge to laugh:

"Tawdry street news, shoddy short stories, scandals of big shots, all sustained by headlines and gimmicks... It failed as a newspaper, but it succeeded as a reader."

"It sold so well that many newspapers tried to imitate it, and then failed - because the fun of 'truth' is not the facts, but the story."

Smiling, Draco raised his right leg again and snapped his fingers with a "Pop!" sound:

"To put it more clearly, it's all about people."

"people?"

"The era we live in is boring, so people are full of curiosity." Draco said happily:

"For example, is our meeting today not a coincidence? Or, as you guessed, is it because I have tried so hard to follow you all the way?"

Anson, who was still smiling, his eyelids twitched inadvertently.

"real?"

Lisa, who had always been quiet on the side, suddenly stretched out her little head and asked with wide eyes.

"It's not important." Draco spread his hands:

"I'm a novelist, I chase stories and serve readers; no one cares about the 'truth', they only care about what happens next."

"For example, continuing the conversation we just had - I have revealed your identity to the readers, but the reason why you suddenly left the army and went to the royal capital, as well as the beautiful and lovely lady beside you, are still a mystery."

"I'm going to the military academy to get my diploma."

After hesitating for a moment, Anson decided to tell a lie that he was not afraid of being exposed. : "As for her...she's my sister, Lisa Bach."

Lisa, whose eyes widened slightly, wanted to speak, but the next second she sat down obediently and quietly in her original position.

Draco's eyes flashed with a look of realization on his face.

"I see... Well, I have thought of a good story; but it still needs some work and a little refinement."

"Well, I'm going to go to the dining car now to see what's on offer today; we'll talk in detail during lunch time, and I hope we can make you both smile by then."

After saying that, Draco stood up and opened the door of the private room, and after saying a few polite words, he turned and walked towards the carriage passage.

Looking at the other person's leaving figure, Ansen, who was in a slightly complicated mood, breathed a sigh of relief.

Lisa on the side looked at the closed door of the box, and then at Anson's right hand that was slowly released from the handle of the gun behind his waist. She tilted her little head and "thought" hard for a minute, staring at the innocent Her flawless big eyes came closer:

"Anson, do you need Lisa to help you kill that guy?"