Crownless Reincarnation: New World? Nah I'd win-Chapter 140: Queen of Krivos [4]

[At the front of the Royal Palace.]

The sound of war horns echoed across the field.

Inara’s army began to move.

The front line raised their shields, archers notched their arrows, and the mages began murmuring spells under their breath.

A ripple of energy passed through them as they began to charge in.

From atop the palace wall, Lucien narrowed his eyes as he spotted the red smoke rising behind the walls.

His fingers curled into fists.

"Asher..."

He wasn’t sure why he thought it was him, but he couldn’t get it out of his mind.

He turned sharply toward his captain. "Tell the second wave to hold the inner gate. Don’t let her army inside the palace."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Lucien glared back out at the battlefield, at Inara, standing tall with the wind in her hair as the Sun dipped down completely.

She looked like a queen.

And he hated it.

---

Inara looked at the situation in front of her as her army marched forward.

She was doing everything as it was planned beforehand.

’With Lucien gone, I can focus on taking everything under my control.’

The ground trembled beneath as the sound of marching boots echoed.

Red smoke still lingered faintly in the sky above the palace. freewebnoveℓ.com

But then, something unexpected happened.

Inside Lucien’s own army.

Some soldiers began to walk out of the formation.

The mimickers that took the place of those inside the army began to move.

It started with a few soldiers shifting out of formation and slowly more and more stood out.

At first, it seemed like they were preparing to flank.

But they didn’t move toward Inara.

They turned on their own.

"What’s going on!" Someone shouted. "Why are they moving out!?"

"GET BACK INTO THE POSITION—AGHHH."

One of Lucien’s lieutenants shouted something, and was immediately struck down by a blade from behind.

"URGHH!"

Another yell followed and soon chaos filled the place.

In just a few seconds, Lucien’s army was divided into two.

Inara narrowed her eyes. ’So, it begins.’

"What’s happening?" Maria muttered beside her, stepping forward with one hand still on her sword.

"They’re fighting each other," Inara said softly.

Lucien’s troops had fractured.

Generals who once stood by him now barked orders but not to defend.

They were calling out names, pointing to the loyalists still trying to follow Lucien’s command, and ordering them to be taken down.

Chaos spread inside the palace defenses.

From the outside, Inara’s army continued to press the walls, unaware of the full extent of the shift.

The mages released focused blasts at the stone, shaking the gateposts.

A section of the outer wall was already cracked.

Due to the urgency of the situation, they weren’t barricaded properly in the first place.

But then, without warning, the palace gate creaked.

It opened slowly.

Not from an explosion, not from pressure—but from the inside.

The entire battlefield paused for a moment.

Inara raised her hand, signaling her soldiers to hold.

From the open gate, three of Lucien’s generals walked out.

Each bore the royal insignia of the Krivos kingdom, but their cloaks which were previously red with Lucien’s seal now had been removed.

One of them stepped forward, his voice clear and firm as he knelt down in front of her.

"We no longer serve Prince Lucien."

The soldiers behind Inara remained still, waiting.

The general continued, "He betrayed the people. He betrayed the bloodline by trying to kill his father. We no longer recognize his rule."

He dropped his weapon onto the ground.

The others followed.

"Our allegiance now lies with the rightful heir—Queen Inara."

A murmur spread through Inara’s ranks.

She stepped forward, past her front line, meeting the general’s gaze. "What changed your mind?"

The general nodded toward the red smoke still hanging in the air. "The king’s will has been made clear. The throne is yours."

For a moment, no one spoke.

Inara knew he wasn’t talking about Aldirc.

He was talking about their own king—The Ruler of Mimickers.

Akamir.

Slowly Maria turned to Inara. "What are your orders?"

Inara looked ahead, her gaze moved past the soldiers, past the gates, past everything.

She closed her eyes as she thought about one thing.

’Did I make the right choice by trusting him?’

The image of the young man with wheat blonde hair and crimson eyes came to her mind.

She had seen what power he controls and how he alone is enough to ruin everything.

He alone is enough to usurp the entirety of her kingdom.

...He could even replace her without anyone knowing it.

’I could be just one of his chess pieces that he is using.’

The more she knew about him, the more she respected, feared and admired him.

There were a lot of things she had to learn from her fiancé.

’If I really die by his hands, I wouldn’t really mind.’

She thought, opening her eyes that were now entirely calm.

’...It’s kind of sexy to think about it.’

...And the new queen of Krivos wasn’t really in her right mind.

Inara slowly turned back to her army.

"Advance," she said.

The gates were open now—not because they broke them down, but because the palace itself was returning to her.

Her forces surged forward again, passing the generals who now knelt as she walked by.

One of them placed a fist to his chest in salute and others followed suit.

Inside, the halls of the palace echoed with conflict.

Loyalists were being dragged from corners and passageways, resistance breaking at every turn.

Lucien’s second wave never reached the gate because there was no one left to support them.

The battle was already over.

Only Lucien hadn’t been aware of it yet.

Inara passed through the gates.

She didn’t raise her weapon.

She didn’t need to.

The palace was hers now.

And Lucien would be the last obstacle to fall.

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[Inside the Palace, king’s room.]

Akamir slowly walked inside the room as the old king glanced at him.

"Ah, Darvin’s son." He whispered, his voice barely audible. "...Darvin—."

"He is dead." Akamir said, walking closer. "Jumped down the castle in shame."

"...I see." Aldirc whispered softly, breathing in pain. "He was...a smart man, ambitious but smart."

Akamir didn’t say anything as he dragged the chair and sat down.

"Inara is taking over the palace as we speak." Akamir informed him. "She is going to take your place now."

There was a long pause.

Aldirc’s chest rose and fell slowly.

"Then... it’s over." He whispered. "My surname will forever be gone."

"No, Inara won’t change anything." Akamir replied, looking at him. "And I won’t be taking the throne for myself."

Aldirc looked at him like he could see right through his words.

"Why bullshit with a dying man?" He said, defeat clear in his eyes. "Why help her when you don’t want anything in return?"

"That’s what everyone asks," he replied eventually. "But the crown doesn’t interest me, I am doing it cause I like your daughter."

Aldirc closed his eyes for a long moment. His fingers twitched on the side of the bed.

"What do you want from me?" Aldirc asked, opening his eyes.

"I want you to announce Inara as the new Queen." Akamir replied, looking into his eyes.

"...It would be more effective for bringing the kingdom under her control."

Aldirc let out a tired breath, the sound barely rising above a whisper. "And what if I refuse?"

"Then I can’t do anything." Akamir said, shrugging.

Truth be told, he wasn’t very keen on taking his help.

He was doing it just to satisfy Inara, the girl who craves to be recognized.

’I can always use a mimicker if I wanted to deceive the kingdom.’

Aldirc remained quiet for a long while before he whispered. "Are you aware about my other children?"

"Your bastards?" Akamir asked, glancing at him. "Yeah, you have six. Hiding at the outskirts of the kingdom."

Aldirc finally looked into his eyes.

"What are you going to do with them?" He asked. "Kill them, so they don’t become a threat to your ’wife’s’ throne?"

Akamir looked at the man for a while before he smiled.

"A king doesn’t kill children." Akamir replied, "And till the day I live no one can take the throne away from Inara."

Aldirc stared at the ceiling for a long while before he whispered. "She found a good partner."

Akamir didn’t respond as he stood up from his seat. "What do you say?"

The old man’s fingers moved again, slowly rubbing his eyes.

"Tell her... the throne is hers," Aldirc whispered.

Akamir nodded as he turned around.

"She’ll hear it from you," he said. "We’ll make the announcement in the hall."

Aldirc gave the faintest nod, then leaned back, eyes staring at the ceiling again.

"...My time’s almost up."

"I know." Akamir said. "Your children won’t die, I assure you."

Aldirc turned to look at him, a pity in his eyes. "What about Lucien?"

"He needs to die." Akamir said, walking away. "I can’t leave him alive."

For a brief moment, Aldirc almost smiled. "I see."

Was it hatred he had for Lucien who tried to kill him?

Akamir wasn’t sure, nor that he cared.

He just walked out of the room and stationed two mimickers to guard the king.

With his work done here, he walked where he was sure to find Lucien.

Akamir didn’t stop anywhere as he reached the throne room.

Lucien was already sitting comfortably on the throne, saving whatever dignity he had.

Akamir rubbed the back of his neck, as his gaze shifted to the elf to his side.

"You aren’t even trying to hide it now, huh?" He asked, walking inside.

Lucien looked coldly as he ordered the elf. "Bring me his head."

Akamir smiled as he unsheathed his sword.

But...

Before the elf could move, something abnormal happened.

The world glitched around them, like the reality of things had shifted.

There was a clear glitch in everything that everyone noticed.

’Huh?’

Akamir thought, looking around.

’W-what was that?’

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