The Golden Age: Colotia I

"So, is there any objection?" The white-haired old minister stood up tremblingly.

The venue was silent, no one spoke.Princess Ludwika sat in her seat, her face was still pale, but the corners of her bright red lips evoked a sweet and proud smile.

She finally got what she wanted. For this, she has lost too much. When a person puts all of himself into one thing, he will have a fanatical attachment, and when she wants to After losing many things that were once cherished in this matter, this kind of attachment will turn into a sick obsession.

The stalemate for several months finally ended in Ludwika's iron-fisted and bloody ruling methods. Ludwika's ascension to the throne is meaningless. As for the saint of guns who appeared on the night of Saint Sandlot that was circulated in private, everyone He only dared to express in private that "maybe the saint is dissatisfied with the bloody cruelty of the princess", but no one dared to use this to question Ludwika.

Of course, Ludwika is not unaware of this rumor, and her subordinates did come back to inform the woman in the blond armor, but she did not decide to give up her decision because of this. She has been a regent for several years, but in the end, only by ascending the throne can she better implement her political ideals and get rid of those damn constitutionalists and reformers who affect the stability of Erebonia.

What she was most worried about was actually Prime Minister Osborne, who had not made any movement for a long time. It was very strange that when the princess was cleaning up the court, the prime minister accepted all this silently and allowed the princess to dispose of her subordinates wantonly , as if Osborne suddenly transformed into a docile and gentle lamb.

Ludwika couldn't judge what the prime minister wanted, so she could only ask her own people to report the prime minister's movements all the time, to guard against him suddenly doing something that caught her off guard.

No one can ignore the strength of this man.

... Ludwika still did not expect that things would develop like this.

"His Royal Highness, I'm sorry, but I have objections."

There was even a hint of a smile in this deep voice, following these words, Prime Minister Osborne walked in.

His footsteps were also heavy, unhurried, but big, and beside him was a person that Ludwika could never have imagined, Milo van der.

"You...you!" Princess Ludwika was taken aback, and immediately returned to her normal look, "What objection do you have?" She raised her pointed chin.

Osborne even bowed and saluted. It seemed that he was very humble, but his words were not polite: "To be honest, Your Royal Highness, I do not support you to become the next master of the empire."

Ludwika bit her lips, and she still kept a perfect smile on her face: "You don't support it? With all due respect, your support may not have much effect."

"Haha," Osborne actually laughed loudly, "Yes, the minister will know everything about it on the night of St. Sandlot's Day."

After that day passed, no one dared to bring it up again in front of the princess. Ludwika's face instantly became gloomy, but she still didn't say a word. She just turned her head to the silent Milo and said gloomyly:

"...you have betrayed the country."

Milo suddenly raised his head, and in his deep black eyes, there was a light that Ludwika couldn't see: "No, Your Highness, I have never betrayed this country."

"I just betrayed you."

"That's it?" Ludwika smiled instead of anger, "You are relying on this ambitious man," she pointed her finger at Osborn, and Osborn just smiled, "Give the power of the empire to this person, and even say that you Didn't you betray this country?" Her cheeks were morbidly red, "You also betrayed my brother! He trusts you so much and regards you as his friend, and what have you done!"

"It is precisely because I am a loyal friend of His Majesty Alfred that I made this decision." Milo replied solemnly, his tone was very stable, and his expression was even more serious, "This is His Majesty's deathbed promise to me."

He knelt down on one knee and held up the parchment roll in his hand. There was an afterimage of a golden paint mark on the slender thing, which was obviously the pattern of the ring worn by the emperor of the empire: "Your Majesty once told me, If... if one day, someone's actions have already formed a huge threat to the empire, then I will act on my behalf and expel him... or her from this position..." He lowered his head deeply, Then he lifted it up, and everyone could see the deep blackness in his eyes, "Out of his trust in me and the military power in my hands, Your Majesty entrusted me with the criteria of judgment."

Ludwika sat stiffly in her seat, her upbringing required her to maintain her poise and dignity at all times, so even at this moment, she just raised her hand and ordered the attendant to take the paper Handed the roll to himself.But when she saw the familiar handwriting, her face turned pale all of a sudden.Her complexion was not very good, and now there is no trace of blood.

She opened her mouth, but her voice had become a little weak. She tried to prop up her shoulders, as if to add a little courage to herself, and she still expressed a strong posture: "Do you think I will be slaughtered? Or You underestimated my strength?"

"I advise you to let go, Your Highness." Milo lowered his eyes. "If you mean the team you arranged outside the palace, then I can tell you that they have already surrendered to us."

"you……?!"

"Your Highness, don't you understand? After that bloody night passed, whether it was your supporters or your subordinates, they were all shocked by the blood. In a sense, it was you who pushed them to us."

Ludwika stood up abruptly: "You join hands with him to subdue my army, do you know what you are doing?" She looked deeply at Milo, and there was a disturbing look in her eyes , "Seeking skin from a tiger! You are seeking skin from a tiger!"

"How dare I underestimate Lord Osborn?" Milo simply replied.

Osborn, who had been watching from the sidelines, said, "So, Lieutenant Colonel Van der, you still have a hand?" Even though he said so, his tone was very gentle.

"Facing a tough gentleman like you, how dare I not take some precautions?"

"Very good! I like honest people!" Osborne laughed. "You are just like your brother!"

Milo turned around and continued to face Ludwika: "...Your Highness, it was from that night that I made up my mind that I will never let you take away the entire backbone of the empire!"

Ludwika suddenly smiled heavily: "Oh, dear Milo, do you want to train a puppet?"

"No, it's not a puppet, sister." A strange, slightly hoarse female voice sounded, as if she hadn't spoken for a long time, her articulation was a bit jerky and vague, "It's cooperation."

"It's you?"

"it's me."

Princess Margaret in a formal dress came in from the door. For many years, Ludwika had never seen Margaret in a formal dress. Her slender shoulders could not even support the gorgeous dress, but her face was bright. The stern look that rarely appeared gave her a kind of awe-inspiring dignity, which was a side of this weak little princess that had never appeared before.

She stood beside Milo and Gillias Osborn, and Milo knelt down on one knee: "Your Highness, please take over the power of the empire."

A group of fully armed soldiers surrounded the palace, and many white-haired old courtiers exclaimed.

"This is... are you going to riot?" Ludwika said angrily.

"No, Your Highness," Milo replied coldly.

"It's a revolution."

Margaret faced Ludwika and said indifferently:

"Sister, I will be the next queen."

She looked directly into Ludwika's blue eyes. She had never looked directly at this eldest sister in this way for many years. However, today, she used her courage and wisdom accumulated over the years to overthrow this powerful elder sister in one fell swoop.

She remembered the scene when she came to Osborne's house in disguise.

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

She took off her hood, and her long flaxen-gold hair fell loose. Rector took her to Osborn's living room: "Uncle, someone you didn't expect is here."

Osborne opened his eyes wide: "Her Royal Highness Princess Margaret? It seems that the old minister is old, and even the most basic ability to recognize people has regressed..." He said with a pun with a smile.

Margaret was not overwhelmed by the aura of this powerful man at all, which is very rare for a young girl. Maybe more than ten years of silent life gave her such strength and resilience. She gently pulled him up. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

When she first started speaking, her voice was still a little hoarse, and she paused from time to time, obviously considering her vocabulary, but slowly, her language became smoother: "My lord prime minister, facing the current situation, don't you What do you want to say?"

Osborn just smiled: "The old minister is waiting for Her Highness the Princess to enlighten me."

"Then I don't want to go around in circles anymore, prime minister, if you agree, can you support me as the new emperor of the empire?" Margaret said politely, but what she said was earth-shattering.

"Are you trying to ruin that marriage? The stakes are really high~" Rector said with a smile, but there was no smile in his eyes, "Although it's a bit offensive to say so, it's just for such a reason , it is too absurd for you to overthrow your own sister and want to ascend to the throne."

Osborn raised his hand, and Rector stopped talking.

The expression on Margaret's face didn't move at all: "I admit that what you said is indeed part of the reason, but if it's just this reason, you are too underestimating the members of the 'Golden Army Horse' family."

"Oh?"

"I'm sorry that I can't tell you all the reasons. Women always have some secrets of their own," she said. "To be honest, Prime Minister, I can tell you frankly that I am not a genius for governing the country. Not so much imperial power, but I want to do something for myself and this country, which is exactly what my sister Wicca is not willing to do."

"I can at least calm Erebonia."

These sincere words did not impress the prime minister at all, just because he was not the kind of person who could be easily moved by anything.He casually walked towards the fireplace, looking at the fluttering flames: "I'm not interested in these things, you know, Your Royal Highness, I'm old, and the situation in Erebonia is not my concern."

This is talking nonsense with eyes open, Rector stuck out his tongue.

"I just want to know, what interesting things can I get from helping you to the top?" He sighed a long time, "Well, when I get old, I always want to have some fun..."

"What can you give me in return?"

"What else do you need?" Margaret asked back, her eyes were still indifferent, as if it didn't matter if she became emperor or not, she said with a bit of sarcasm, "This country has allowed you and my sister to struggle for so many years , is there anything else you need from me?"

"Haha..." the prime minister laughed, "You are right! Princess, you are such a clever child, even comparable to your older sister!"

"Many people think that I will usurp the throne one day, how do they know that is not what I want at all!"

"Not bad! Everything I want is in my hands now!"

Margaret said nothing.

After a long time, she said softly: "...Then, please allow me to speak a few words—instead of watching what will happen to the predicted sister Ludwika, it is better to see what Margaret who turned out to be will do."

Osborn came and looked down at the petite princess: "...a very good reason." He stared at her with falcon-like eyes, "Although I am not the kind of cold-eyed person you said, but so Over the years, apart from your elder brother, the only thing that has aroused my interest is your proposal."

"The vast land of Semuria is a chessboard full of infinite possibilities. I put everyone, including myself, into it as pawns to play a thrilling and ups and downs game..." he said in a long voice, "You see, my purpose is very simple, isn't it?"

"Princess, you can go back with peace of mind."

After Margaret left, Rector and Osborn continued to enjoy the warmth of the fireplace.

"Uncle, I didn't say that you really want to support Princess Margaret?"

"Heh..." Osborn smiled lowly, "That princess won't stay on the throne for long... But it's good that she replaced Princess Ludwika now."

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"That kid is capable and smart, but it's too late... If it was her in the first place, maybe I wouldn't have to fight Kane and those idiots." Osborn seemed to be in a good mood, explaining rarely for a moment.

"I thought you never cared about the future of the empire!" Rector smiled playfully, "Look at your legend outside!"

"Haha...how is it possible? It's just a different idea," Osborn closed his eyes, "but that's all..."

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the dark night sky in the distance: "Clotia I, His Royal Highness Olivette, let me see what you can do!"

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Here is a dialogue with reference to Louis XVI...