MTL - I Will Be The Crowned King-v5 Chapter 103 counterattack begins

"...Maurice...Périgord..."

Whispering the name softly, Queen Anne's expression was a little dazed, unlike what Ludwig said just now, she had regained her sanity a little bit, more like she had fallen into a short-term autistic state after suffering a huge stimulus.

But Anson was not in a hurry, the other party's scarlet eyes had already explained everything: the queen could not feel the slightest bit of magical breath, and the only explanation was that she had a high probability of being hinted or influenced by a certain spellcaster, and had not yet Get out of control.

Even... this kind of power may have nothing to do with the power of blood and magic.

From the moment he stepped into the gate of the palace, Ansen decisively opened his mouth and limited his domain to the indoor area, and cooperated with the black magic concealment skills learned from the "Great Magic Book" to shield his breath from overflowing and avoid being noticed by outsiders.

Of course, it doesn't matter even if they find out, Ludwig and Roman will definitely try their best to hide it for themselves... Anson is not worried about this at all, he cares more about how someone did it.

"...Maurice Perigord...Maurice..." The queen with blank eyes was still muttering and repeating.

Suddenly, as if a certain memory had been touched, Tong Kong flinched suddenly: "No, he... that's not his name, he doesn't have that name!"

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"He's not called that...he...he's...he's...he...he..."

Dense cold sweat drenched the queen's temples and forehead, trembling as if she was having a nightmare that would never wake up, but she couldn't move.

Snapped-

An Sen snapped his fingers lightly, the queen's expression froze, her body froze like a sculpture, and her flustered expression relaxed a little.

This is also a technique of black magic, a simple suggestion to make the target enter a more relaxed state; after all, it is only when the target is undefended in his heart that he is more likely to be affected.

"Your Majesty, don't be nervous. No one can force you or threaten you to do anything now." Anson continued to comfort:

"Whatever...whatever he did to you is in the past."

"he…"

Annie panted slightly, and a color suddenly lit up in her confused eyes:

"He is a very kind and very pious abbot who can always use a sentence or two to soothe the pain in my heart and make me forget how much life is in this palace and in this disgusting country. Better to die."

"Time and time again, he saved me from the brink of suicide, told me how much the Ring of Order loves me, and is willing to listen to any gossip I confide in him... Hehe, without him, I probably wouldn't be able to make it to this day." ?”

"This kind of time continues day after day, until today, more than ten years later..."

Um, ten years? !

A look of astonishment flashed across Anson's face... If little Perigord hadn't lied to himself, then he couldn't have been in Clovis for more than six months.

Even if these are all fake, given his age and identity...it is impossible for him to sneak into the Osteria Palace for more than ten years to provide psychological counseling for Her Majesty the Queen.

Memory tampering? Cognitive distortion?

Neglected by Carlos II, rejected by the Clovis nobles, and hardly loved by any of his subjects, he has no cronies in the court, and is far away from his relatives... The mental stress of this Queen Anne can be imagined on weekdays, and it is entirely possible Imagine that if there is a chance to talk, she will definitely be firmly grasped.

Perhaps in the past ten years or so, there have been people who were willing to cancel for various reasons and listen to Queen Anne's complaints, so little Perigord used this to distort the queen's cognition, and all or all of those people's memories Partly replaced by himself.

Needless to say, there must be drawbacks to this approach, but after all, it is just my own wishful thinking... Maybe Queen Anne is just one of his back-ups, and maybe she didn't intend to do this at the beginning.

"...Today, he told me that there is no need to continue to be patient, and there is no need to compromise."

Anne, who was still talking softly, suddenly had a sick blush on her face: "I am the princess of the empire, the queen of Clovis, and I should also have my own dignity, authority and even majesty. Restricting the freedom to express opinions should be taken for granted!"

"Today?" An Sen, who was still smiling, immediately caught the key word: "What time is it today?"

"Just now."

The queen was full of smiles: "It was the courage he gave me to confide my truest thoughts to Carlos that I came here, and then...then..."

While talking, the queen, who was stunned for a moment, suddenly raised her head in a daze, and subconsciously looked at the remains of Carlos II.

"Then what happened?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Anson, who spoke with a smile, immediately blocked the corpse behind him, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, then, how did that person deceive you?"

"...Bewitched?"

After being dazed for a few seconds, Queen Anne finally showed a bit of panic on her face: "I...what the **** did I do?!"

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly lowered her head and raised her trembling hands, looking at the frozen blood plasma and the wound cut by the glass, her expression twisted instantly...

Snapped-

An Sen hurriedly snapped his fingers again to ease the queen's mood, but this time the effect was obviously not as good as before—even if she couldn't get excited, her expression was obviously out of control.

"You are right!" Black magic is not omnipotent, not to mention it is just an imitation that uses distorted laws. Anson can only take the initiative to comfort the other party: "You are the queen of Clovis, and you are a respected person in the whole kingdom. No matter what happens, you will not be the wrong one!"

"I…"

The queen, who hesitated to speak, twitched her throat, as if she was thinking hard: "...Yes, you are right, I did nothing wrong, I... I must have been bewitched, but I did nothing wrong! I ...I am queen, Queen of Clovis, and I make no mistake!"

After the words fell, the scarlet blood in the queen's gradually firm eyes began to fade away, turning back to the original normal lake blue.

In other words, Little Perigord can not only distort other people's memory and cognition, but also manipulate and hypnotize others in this way; it's just that this method is quite unstable, not only will it make the victim mentally disturbed and emotionally out of control, as long as If the opponent's will is strong enough, it will lose its effect... Anson guessed in his heart.

"Are you... Ansen Bach?"

Queen Anne, who had regained her sanity, was no longer flustered as before. She forced herself to sit up straight, looked at her and said, "I remember you. The Storm Legion targeted by the Ministry of War was the army under your command, right?"

"Exactly." Anson nodded slightly:

"Right now, the Storm Legion is ordered to station outside the Osteria Palace. The rebels against the mutiny threaten the safety of His Majesty, members of the Privy Council, and cabinet ministers; Major General Ludwig and I were ordered to enter the palace to ensure that His Majesty safety."

Anson deliberately bypassed Carlos II, and hinted to the other party that he is not the only one who knows about this matter; he is betting that Queen Anne is not a pure vase, but has a certain amount of political wisdom, enough Understand what you want to convey.

"...Indeed, before the assassination, His Majesty mentioned to me that he was vaguely aware of some forces plotting evil, and had summoned soldiers who were still loyal to him and the kingdom to guard the palace."

Sure enough... After only a moment of silence, Queen Anne started her performance without changing her face: "Unfortunately, it's still a step too late...Even I escaped by chance and almost died at the hands of the assassin."

"Everything is blessed by the ring of order. Clovis is the kingdom where St. Isaac was born. God will not give up this land." Anson raised the corners of his mouth knowingly:

"We have found out that the assassin has a deep relationship with the rebels who mutinied, and it is very likely that one of them acted insanely and recklessly."

"Oh." The queen looked at him meaningfully: "How sure are you?"

Of course, this is not about the assassins, but whether the Storm Legion can defeat the rebels; after all, no matter how closed the news is, she also knows that there are as many as 300,000 mutiny troops, a total of eight Clovis core main armies; the Storm Legion No matter how strong the strength is, it is impossible to be the opponent of all of them.

"hundred percent."

Anson raised his head, his resolute eyes did not hesitate at all: "Your Majesty, please rest assured that Major General Ludwig and I will definitely quell this mutiny and let Clovis City pass through this extremely difficult winter smoothly."

The queen who heard this nodded her head, understanding from her point of view, that is, the generals who mutinied had their inner ghosts; of course it is impossible and unnecessary to win a head-on confrontation, but if the two sides do not completely tear each other's faces Compromise and exchange of interests can still end this mutiny.

And Anson actually has another meaning: Even if everything is really the Holy See behind the scenes, the current Clovis can't afford to tear their faces openly with them; but anyway, the group of people in the Ministry of War should be dead. , It seems harmless to let them take a few more scapegoats.

After all, we are all loyal ministers, and loyal ministers understand each other. Anson believes that if he does this, the "loyal ministers" of the Department of War who have died will definitely thank him.

Well, we understand each other, so there is no need to say thank you in person.

After sorting out her thoughts, Queen Anne seemed to have finally regained her former demeanor, but her eyes could not help but glance at Anson's back, obviously she still hadn't completely come out of the panic just now.

This is also normal... According to William Gottfried's previous explanation, her memory and cognition have been severely distorted now; even herself who has become a blasphemy mage will be affected, and the pain that an ordinary person has to bear Simply unimaginable.

If I insist on describing it, it's like a character is suddenly forced into the original complete story, and it appears seamlessly in all the plots, replacing a character that should have existed each time, playing a vital role. It plays an important role, but the plot itself does not make any changes...bringing that sense of separation and disharmony into someone's memory, without being schizophrenic on the spot, it can be called a strong will.

Now Queen Anne has realized what is wrong, but the more she realizes it, the less she dares to think about it, so as to avoid falling into a state of mental loss again.

Of course, the more important thing is that once she loses control, she has to face the extremely terrifying reality of "she murdered King Clovis"; so she must deny, avoid, and even if she deceives herself, she must get along with that impressive and extremely disconnected story. The memory is completely cut.

Although Anson is eager to learn more clues, he also understands that it will be useless to ask further questions; the current queen can't at all, let alone dare to answer that question; he must be patient and try his best to make Her Majesty the queen trust him more , Find another chance to get information about little Perigord from her mouth.

at this time…

"boom-!"

The heavy knocking of the door broke the brief silence, but only two figures entered the palace; almost the moment they broke in, Anson, who put away the domain, suddenly turned around and stood up, blocking the flustered Queen Anne in the corner .

"Is it you?"

"Why, do some people sound dissatisfied?" Under the shadow of the brim of the hat, Cole Dorian waved his hands and staggered forward: "Don't worry, we're not here to arrest people, we're here Help you."

"…help me?"

"The Order of Seeking Truth received a tip-off that a senior official of the Ministry of War colluded with the Old God faction in an attempt to murder His Majesty Carlos Osteria, incite the army to rebel, and attempt to subvert the Osteria royal family's rule over Clovis. Disorder in the kingdom."

Sierra Virgil walked out from behind him, holding a roll of blood-stained parchment and said, which still had the seal of the Ministry of War on it: "We have found tangible evidence of the collusion between senior officials of the Ministry of War and the Old Gods~www. novelbuddy.com~All of this... is done by the old gods who are dissatisfied with the kingdom, the ring of order and the church."

"Extremely so, the Tribunal cannot sit idly by, and the Clovis Cathedral will also stand by the royal family and actively assist in suppressing the rebels!" Cole Dorian said righteously:

"From now on, we will protect Her Majesty Queen Anne Herrad and all members of the royal family; the Clovis Cathedral will also immediately allocate a special low-interest loan to show the church's support for the secular kingdom against the power of the old gods." Full support."

"In short! Since it is no longer a purely secular matter, but involves the belief time of the old gods, the church has no reason to continue to stand by."

While talking, the chief judge looked at Ansen: "So, Major General Ludwig also specially entrusted me to come to ask His Excellency the Commander-in-Chief of the Storm Legion, what are the next planned steps?"

"The next plan..."

An Sen pursed the corner of his mouth lightly, showing the same confident smile as usual:

"Of course it's a counterattack!"