"Your Majesty, the road to the palace has been cleared, and the city is yours!"

The iron axe knelt in front of Roland and said with an excited expression. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The battle lasted from yesterday until early this morning, and after breaking through the city gates, it took only two hours for the First Army to accomplish its two main operational objectives - the capture of the inner city palace and the eastern cathedral. The next step was to purge the enemy forces and completely extinguish the resistance of Tifeko.

Roland looked around and saw that everyone had the same excited look on their faces, whether it was a soldier of the First Army or a witch, the high emotions were about to overflow. If it weren't for the fact that they hadn't yet taken a stand, they would have already cheered - after the overthrow of Tifeko, even if there was no enthronement ceremony, they would have become a veritable king of the Grey Keep in their hearts.

However, his mood was unexpectedly calm.

This "magnificent capital", which represents the heart of the Grey Castle, does not resonate with him, and he does not feel like he has returned to his homeland, in Roland's eyes, this is just an ordinary city, and the development priority is not as high as the Changge Fortress, and the only meaning is ...... The battle for the king finally brought this farce to an end, and he was able to run his own territory with peace of mind.

Of course, a victory is a victory after all, especially a victory that is so hearty. It is believed that the news of the change of ownership of the royal capital will soon spread throughout the kingdom, and his prestige and fame will reach a new level, which will be of great benefit to the recruitment of talents and the promotion of reforms in the future. At this point, the plan for the spring offensive, which had been prepared for more than four months, had been completed for the most part, and now only the south remained...... Roland couldn't help but cast his gaze in the direction of Falling Dragon Ridge, as well as the far southern. That's where you really need to take it.

He took a deep breath, interrupted his thoughts, and said aloud, "Let's go into the city!"

"Yes, Your Majesty," Iron Axe stood up respectfully and ordered the soldiers who had been waiting for a long time, "two columns, protect your new king, and go!"

The soldiers raised their weapons in unison and shouted, "Long live King Wimbledon!"

"Long live Your Majesty!"

Amid the cheers and shouts of the First Army, Roland stepped off the warship and headed for the palace.

......

Passing through the city gates, the streets were deserted, and there were hardly any people to be seen, and the ground still showed traces of the aftermath of the battle, the closer you got to the palace.

Broken houses, uncleaned barricades, severed limbs and bloodstains can be found everywhere in the inner city. There is no doubt that the capture of the palace, although short-lived, was still the fiercest battle experienced by the First Army since its formation.

Looking at the ruins on both sides of the street, Roland couldn't help but feel a little distressed, the specific number of casualties has not yet been counted, but the corpses of the soldiers of the First Army transported to the rear have now exceeded twenty, and this is still the result of Nanawa's timely rescue. Without the help of the little girl, the number would have at least tripled.

Upon entering the palace area, the soldiers stationed there knelt on one knee, and the road to the palace was lined with two rows of knees—a rarity in the First Army, where military salutes were common. Roland didn't say anything to stop them, and it was clear from their excited expressions that these people were not greeting them as members of the army at this moment, but as citizens of the Grey Keep, they were saluting the new king.

Passing through the lush garden, the memories instantly overlap with everything around them – three bluestone buildings are arranged in a triangular pattern around the Flowing Water Garden, forming the territory of the Wimbledon family for generations. On the left is the hall of the sky, which was used for banquets and ceremonies, but has now been destroyed by a bomb, and only dozens of stout stone pillars are left to rise to the sky, and on the right is the town hall and library, which are now under the care of the First Army.

In the middle is the most magnificent of the twin towers, its structure resembles the high-rise buildings of later generations, the bottom is an oval three-story podium, larger than the castle district of the border town, and on each side of the podium is a raised tower, one of which is built in the shape of a crown, and the other is in the shape of a crown, symbolizing the supreme authority of the royal family of the Grey Castle. In the center of the twin towers, two crossed iron cables are pulled diagonally to represent the double gun pattern on the family crest. Whether from the perspective of shape or design concept, it is an outstanding work that can be passed down for centuries.

Following the instructions of those fragments in his mind, Roland ascended more than 100 curved steps and entered the temple—an amazing experience, knowing every house and every aisle even though he was here for the first time. In the main hall, in addition to the soldiers guarding with guns, there was also a group of panicked nobles, and when they saw Roland appear, everyone knelt down and greeted him in unison.

"Get up. ”

Roland unceremoniously sat on the throne and looked down at everyone.

Among these nobles, he saw several familiar figures.

For example, Chancellor of the Exchequer Lauren Moore, Foreign Secretary Brint Ferrin, Minister of Justice Perlau, Director of Intelligence Marshall, and former Prime Minister Marquis Wick, etc.

These were courtiers who had served Wimbledon III, and some of them could go back to the early days of the Wimbledon family. When Tifeco Wimbledon succeeded to the throne, all of them took refuge in the new king, and now it is clear that they intend to continue their allegiance, as is customary.

Unfortunately, I don't need them.

This is not a court meeting, but a trial.

"Tyfeco Wimbuton is now in custody on suspicion of the murder of Grand Prince Golon, rebellion, and collusion with the Church, and severe punishment awaits him. Soon, his accusations will spread throughout the city and even the kingdom, do you have anything to say?"

"None of these crimes are forgivable, and I have dissuaded him, but to no avail. Marquis Wick was the first to speak, "You have lifted the dark clouds that have fallen on the head of the Grey Keep, Your Majesty. ”

The rest of the nobles complied.

"Really?" Roland asked with a sneer, "and when he committed these heinous crimes, were you standing by or aiding in the abuse?" ”

"This ......," the Marquis frowned, "do you know that after Tifeco took the throne, he promoted a large number of cronies, such as Lanley, Skar, and Sir Maurice, and others, whether it was the dispatch of knights or the forced conscription of troops, it was beyond our control. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty, please be clear. ”

"He even bypassed the Inquisition when he guillotined His Highness Goron," Pailo cried out as he coughed, "and the executor is also a member of the Order, and I can't stop him at all." ”

“...... So what has happened in the past year has nothing to do with you, right?" Roland's evaluation of these ministers dropped a little more - not so much as assistants in the service of the king, but rather interest groups with their own calculations, and a cancer attached to the royal family. Perhaps at the beginning of the creation of the Grey Keep, the noble ministers were indeed the king's right-hand men, but over the centuries they have become completely ossified and degenerate. "In that case, let's play a game. ”

"Swimming...... Drama?" The faces of the crowd were different.

"A game of judgment called I Ask You Answer," Roland swept over the nobles present, "lie and you will be eliminated, remember...... You only have one chance. (To be continued.) )