The Golden Age: Colotia I

"Come on!"

The soldiers in dark purple uniforms rushed in with a cold face.

"Invite Princess Ludwika back to her bedroom." Margaret said, and then she walked slowly to Ludwika's side, "Sister, you can go back."

Facing the courtiers who dared not breathe and the soldiers who stood still and were completely controlled by Milo and the prime minister, Ludwika bit her lips hard. She knew that her situation was over, but she was still thinking in her heart. When she is sent back to her fief, maybe she can contact people from the aristocratic faction and plan another big thing secretly.

But Margaret said in her ear: "Sister, I hope you will reflect on the mistakes you made in your own palace. In order to reassure everyone, you should not go back to the fief."

"Maybe you'd like to have a good talk with your little sister about your long-lost family relationship."

Ludwika's face was pale, but she was still proud and stubborn, and she never showed the slightest failure. The moment she passed by Margaret, she said in a low voice: "Even if you beat me, you won't get everything!" .”

Margaret looked at her back and murmured to herself: "You are wrong, sister, I never thought of everything."

"I just want to get what I deserve."

The news of Margaret I's accession to the throne spread across the entire continent in an instant. The Imperial Daily News and Libel Communications immediately released the latest news. Of course, Kolos in Grancel also learned of this news, whether it was good or bad.

She remembered that Olivier once mentioned this little girl to her, but the Margaret in the description seemed to be different from the current queen. She didn't think that Olivier misunderstood his sister, so facing the station In front of Richard, she just let out a long sigh.

"His Majesty……?"

"Poor kid...she doesn't even know what she wants."

Ke Luosi turned around and looked at the blue sky in the distance: "...This may be a sign... An old era is coming to an end, and a new era is coming."

Richard's eyes have been staring at the Queen's back, she looks very melancholy, in the course of the battle where the rebels have been gradually wiped out, she doesn't seem to be really happy.Although the Kalvard Republic is still unwilling to cooperate with Erebonia, the President is obviously willing to stand with Liber. Their domestic rebellion is mainly concentrated between immigrants and anti-immigration radicals, and Erebonia The main contradiction in Asia lies in the reformists and the aristocracy (maybe the constitutionalists are also added), and the rest of the countries are all internal disturbances, even including the Codex of Artria. The enthronement of Gretel I and the disappearance of Osborne during this period of time just gave the governments of various countries a breathing space. They also understand that if these contradictions are allowed to continue to develop together, their own country may cease to exist. .

As a result, coalition forces, treaties, and international conferences... have been continuously organized, signed, and held. All of these, all the turmoil on this turbulent continent, are gradually becoming stable under the efforts of Kolos and Olivier.

Although the contradictions will never be eliminated, they have enough time to ease them one by one before the next huge contradiction erupts.

The hustle and bustle in the dark gave Kolos no time to think about how Olivier was in the empire, and she couldn't even think about the upcoming referendum. She didn't worry about it. She trusted all the people in Liber, but she was very worried about Olivier now. Liver.

"...Are you worried about what Margaret I will do to His Royal Highness after she ascends the throne?" Richard asked frankly. Power is a devil who confuses people's hearts, a flirtatious slut , he had no doubt that the little princess would be dazzled by it.

"No," Kolos turned around, her eyes were gentle and peaceful, "Olivier can't make mistakes in seeing people, and I trust his judgment on his sister."

"That's why I said she is pitiful... If she really wants to seize the throne and is desperate for it, then maybe she is happy."

"It's a pity for this girl. She has courage and ability, but she is not such a cold-blooded person. This kind of contradiction may turn into great pain in her heart. To be honest, she should do something to Olivier, But she couldn't do it..."

"Then she is not qualified to be a king." Richard threw out a sentence very bluntly, the nature of a soldier made him always so calm and objective, "I have to admit that His Royal Highness is indeed the most suitable person for this throne .”

Kolos frowned slightly, but she didn't say anything. Was she pitying Margaret?She laughed at herself, maybe in the future, she and Olivier will be more pitiful than her, so what qualifications do they have to criticize others?

"Forget it, according to Margaret I's current actions, there is no big conflict with Libel, let's just wait and see."

At the same time that Kolos was looking at the sky, in the outskirts of the empire Heimdall, Olivier was looking at the notices posted everywhere. On the notices, Margaret's pale cheeks were covered by a rich dress, and the corners of her mouth were tightly closed. Sipping and serious, she looked like a miniature Ludwika.

"Silly boy..." He sighed, "What a silly boy."

Maybe it's time for me to meet that man, he thought.

At this time, in the Erebonian Palace, everything had settled down, and everyone else had dispersed. Margaret was sitting on the throne with a blank expression on her face, and her eyes were blankly looking forward. In front of her, Milo stood upright.

The entire palace was silent, and even the sound of a flower falling outside the window could be heard.

Gasping slightly, it was Margaret. She suddenly said, "...Lieutenant Colonel, why are you willing to help me?"

"Help you?" Milo smiled faintly, but before the corners of his mouth curled up, he dropped it, "I didn't help you, Your Majesty, I was helping Erebonia."

After Margaret finished asking, she realized the stupidity of the question. She smiled and was not angry at Milo's answer, which was a standard answer for a courtier.

"Is it Brother Al's entrustment, right?" The girl was so smart, she immediately realized, "Is this the entrustment that Brother Al left you with at that time? Let me guess, he gave you the power to allow you to use your to participate in the transformation of the imperial throne, right?"

"What you said is neither right nor wrong." Milo didn't answer the question directly, "You just need to know that I am doing everything for the motherland, and I will never betray Erebonia."

"At the same time," his tone changed, "Your Majesty, please forgive me for being rude. If you decide to mess up the whole country like Princess Ludwika, I will still treat you for the sake of the country and the people just like today. Please step down from this throne."

He no longer looked at the expression on Margaret's face, but he knew that Margaret would never be angry, because this girl, in his opinion, had brains.

"...I see, you can go down, thank you for everything you have done today." Margaret I was silent for a while, nodded, and said to Milo.

The man bowed deeply and exited the palace.

He walked out of the suffocating and gloomy palace, and with an expression too complicated to describe, he cast his eyes on the girl left in the shadow, her thin, small shadow slowly sinking into the It was dark, only the diamonds on the gorgeous skirt coldly projected a little bit of light.

But he didn't say anything, just held the parchment tightly, raised his head, and took a deep breath.

He had read that scroll under his own lamp thousands of times, and every word was engraved in his mind. Alfred III's familiar handwriting made him shoulder a heavy responsibility from now on, but at the same time It is also the obligation of being a subject of the Van der family.

He closed his eyes, and then opened them again. At this time, there was sadness and fatigue in his eyes that he had never seen before:

"Your Majesty, tell me, am I doing the right thing?"

Facing the vast blue sky, he murmured to himself as if into Alfred's gentle eyes.

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