The Golden Age: Colotia I

No matter how dark the night before, the dawn of the next day will always come as scheduled.

When the citizens of the empire woke up in the morning and opened the doors and windows, the frightening gunshots and bells from last night had long since disappeared without a trace. Only the faint smell of blood in the air made some sensitive people aware of the clues.

Saint Sandlot's Day has begun, and with the bells ringing last night, people immediately forget about the terrible eve, and turn to hope for a better tomorrow for the empire.

However, just because some people have forgotten, does not mean that others have also forgotten.

Among the people of the empire, dissatisfaction with the princess's dictatorship () dictatorship () has slowly spread among the people, and the prime minister has also been drawn into the debate. The offensive of public opinion has made everyone, even farmers in the countryside , have gradually understood a word: "democratic constitutionalism".

Democracy and constitutionalism gradually took root in the hearts of the people, and along with this, there were more and more people in the prisons of the empire.

Tyranny has always been accompanied by resistance, and it is precisely because of this bloody feast on Saint Sandlot's Day that the historic changes in the empire have once again kicked off.

This is exactly what Olivier came back for.

He has never been one to sit still, and he never thought of overthrowing his sister and brother so early, but this massacre was beyond his expectation. Historic changes have come to an end. ) system is about to be submerged by the torrent of history, but Osborne's radicalism is not something the empire can afford.

Olivier has never been as keen on power as his sister, but he will never say some innocent words hypocritically. He has made up his mind when he comes back this time.

He's not just Olivier Langheim, he's the Olivier Lesé Arnaul of the Empire.

He has decided to use his own hands to push the empire into a new era.

At the same time, in the depths of the palace, discussions about whether Ludwika will be crowned or not are in full swing.

It is said that it is in full swing, but in fact, only the princesses and the nobles are talking, while the others who have experienced Saint Sandlot's night have wisely kept silent.

"What do you want us to say?" A minister said in a chat with a friend afterwards, "Can you directly blame the princess? Don't be stupid, I still want to live to see the sun the next day!"

Although he said nothing at the meeting, the second day of this private conversation, the minister was found committing suicide at home with a guided gun pointed at his temple in his hand, in front of him. When his wife came in to bring him tea, the blood was still flowing.

As a result, the atmosphere inside the imperial government became more and more dull. Everyone expressed their opinions very cautiously, for fear that the princess would catch something.

The shadow of terror hangs over Heimdall, and even the whole of Erebonia.

In order to dilute this deep shadow, Princess Ludwika decided to handle Princess Margaret's marriage as soon as possible, and use the pure white of the wedding to erase the darkness caused by blood.

However, wise people are not optimistic about this marriage. The rapid growth of the constitutionalists among the people makes them deeply feel that the torrent of the times is about to wash away.

This torrent carries the momentum of thunder, not only to wash away the shadow of war that hangs over the entire continent, but also to impact the long-standing immutable system of the empire.

"Princess..." The maid held the tray in embarrassment, and there was a set of exquisite bridal gowns in the tray.

Margaret's back was hidden in the dark grid of the window lattice, her eyes were looking at the blood-colored sunset outside the window, the whole palace was gloomy and very dim, and a kind of dead air permeated the room.

She didn't move.

The maid had no choice but to put down her clothes and go out, closing the door gently.

There was a maid who looked older outside the door. Seeing her coming out, she asked eagerly, "Is Your Highness still unwilling to try on that dress?"

The young maid shook her head.

"Hey... What if Princess Ludwika knows about this?" A trace of fear appeared on the maid's face when the name was mentioned.

"A few nights ago... did you come out?" the young maid asked in a low voice.

"Hush! How dare you say that you don't want to kill yourself?" The older maid was startled, and hurriedly covered her mouth.

"No... have you heard that they saw the saint Sandlot that night?" The young maid looked mysterious, "The blonde has a long spear and is wearing ancient armor... I heard that is the saint of the gun !"

The maids who passed by heard their words and came over one after another: "Yes, we also heard that at that time... um, they were people in the army. When they were... um..., the saint of the gun Come out and stop them!"

"It seems that the saint has been protecting us Erebonia!"

"That's right! I think the saint must be by the side of the goddess, seeing what happened to us in Erebonia, and came here to help us!"

"Also... I heard that someone saw that prince!"

"really?"

"Yes, it is said that someone saw him that night!"

"What about Colonel Vander? Is he back too?"

The maid who asked the question was immediately ridiculed by everyone: "Hee hee, you still don't give up on Colonel Van der! Come on, you are just the daughter of a baron, and you still want to climb him up!"

"But I really don't seem to have seen Mr. Van der..."

At this time another Mr. Van der came over, they immediately shut their mouths, changed from a group of chirping birds to silent mutes, saluted Milo Van der, and hurried back to their places.

Milo walked into Margaret's palace, knocked on the door, and a maid opened the door for him to inform Margaret.

Looking at Margaret's figure, he said to the maid: "I want to have a private conversation with Her Royal Highness the Princess." Then the maid backed away without a sound.

"Are you still not going to try on clothes?"

"...If you are not going to accept this marriage, let me tell you the truth, your silent resistance is useless."

"Princess Ludwika is determined to win this marriage, and you must obey her."

Margaret came over suddenly, and she wrote on the paper: "Why? Why do I have to obey her?"

"Because she is the actual ruler of the empire now, so you must obey." Milo replied without hesitation, "To be honest, I don't approve of this marriage, and I don't think you should sacrifice your young and beautiful youth to achieve one." A marriage bound to decay, but as long as Princess Ludwika is Princess Regent, I will serve the de facto king."

"What's more, you see, this marriage is indeed beneficial to the stability of Erebonia, so I can only ask you to make sacrifices." His words were cold and heartless.

Margaret was silent for a long time, and suddenly, a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth, and then she made a gesture of seeing off the guests.

Milo stood up and bowed to her: "Then I'm leaving, I hope you will think about it."

The sky gradually darkened, and the clear light of the moon enveloped the entire imperial capital. Gradually, the city became quiet, and everyone fell into a deep sleep.

At this time, at the gate of Prime Minister Gillias Osborne's residence, a man with a hood was stopped. He was not tall, and his whole body was covered in deep shadows.

"I want to see Osborne." His voice was low and hoarse.

It was Rector who came out, and when he saw the person in front of him, his eyes widened slightly: "Is...you?"

"Yes, it's me. I want to see Osborne."

"I really didn't expect..." Rector's astonished expression has not receded, but there is already a smile in his words, "Please come in."

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