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The flags are like weaving, the battle flags are like clouds, the salute is roaring, the colored paper is fluttering, and the military song is loud.

Charlemagne, and especially the citizens of Lüders, were at one time very familiar with such a scene. Since the country embarked on the road of "rampage", every time there is a big army, a major festival, a victory in the war, and a triumphant army, a grand military parade is a must-have program. After a long time, the citizens were also a little numb to this, and later, most of them greeted the army phalanx in a lively mood. It was as if it was not an army approaching, but some large circus entering the city. When supplies became increasingly scarce, meat and other non-staple foods on the table were rare, and potatoes, peas, and turnips became staple foods, people lost even the energy to watch the excitement. Even the "patriots" who sell government bonds on the street and stand on the podium and shout for people to show their "patience and patriotism" are a little embarrassed. Speakers fastened their belts and looked up from time to time to see if there were any "buzzing bombs" flying through the sky.

Now people have regained their long-lost smiles, and their long-suppressed emotions are vented at this moment.

Wave after wave of cheers, at first you could distinguish the slogans and shouts, but as the atmosphere of the scene continued to heat up, all that came into your ears was the roar. The crowd roared almost unconsciously, swinging their fists vigorously. This is the only way to express their excitement at this time.

Enduring material deprivation, every day under the haze of disaster that fell from the sky at some unknown point, like a frightened mouse, at the slightest sound of the sound of hid in the ground and curled up, trembling and praying that the calamity would pass by him.

If those days of despair and fear were some kind of trial, I'm afraid no one would question it.

Just as the light will eventually be seen through a long dark tunnel, so the Almighty Mother God will reward those who pass the trial, and Charlemagne, who has survived the ordeal, will also hope for a ray of light.

The crowd suddenly stirred again. In the ethereal cry, the men took off their hats and waved them, the women clenched their fists and pressed their chests, the old people reverently drew the holy crosses on their chests, the children shouted with innocent smiles, and the military police and gendarmes who maintained order puffed up their chests and saluted in the direction of the Arc de Triomphe.

All the clamor was united into a neat call, and the enthusiastic voices soared into the sky, and the men who climbed on the lampposts and plane trees threw colorful pieces of paper and ribbons into the air with all their might, and the people shouted and reached out to grasp the colorful points of light.

"Her Highness the Holy Maiden!"

"Heroes of national salvation!"

"Miracle savior!"

"Thank you!!"

Contains a cry of sincerity, with real texture and temperature, simple and dangerous.

In the past, the crowd would also shout earth-shattering, but to a large extent, it was just a matter of following the crowd and being induced by the atmosphere and intelligence operations on the spot. At this moment, all voices are coming from the heart, and the weight of them, the wave of public opinion, is enough to crush and sweep away any obstacles that stand in front of them.

Yes, this is the grand scene that welcomes the return of the Savior, and the people welcome the triumph of the heroes.

Repeatedly turning the impossible into a possibility, creating miracles in the face of desperate adversity, defeating the pointy-eared heresy as powerful as the devil, and returning happiness and peace to Charlemagne, the national salvation girl once again performed a miracle, conquered the enemy's secret weapon base, and completely solved the threat of flying bombs.

When a mythical character comes into reality, bringing hope to people in despair, and then entering reality in a way that is befitting his identity, and appearing in front of people's eyes, the crowd will naturally offer heartfelt cheers.

The unicorn that acts as a riding beast is as white as snow, and the new riding gear is shining, and the white beast strides forward with graceful steps. On the beast's back, the silver-white armor reflected a dazzling light, and the intricate vine-like brass ornaments were as brilliant as gold. A girl with long blond hair held a long battle flag high, riding a unicorn on the Champs-Élysées, and behind the girl who frequently waved in response to the crowd, the purple battle flag embroidered with golden irises was unfurled in the wind, and the giant rocket dragged by the carriage as a trophy showed its hideous face, highlighting the girl's heroic prowess.

The sun shines on the maiden, and on the people who welcome them, and so does the glory and joy. Everyone was immersed in the joy of triumph and regaining peace in the sky, and the waves of enthusiasm continued to rise.

It's just that.

The sun can't shine on every corner, and the shadows will always go with the sun. Standing outside the ecstatic crowd, there are bound to be people who look at the scene from a calm and calculative point of view.

"Your Highness. ”

The Marquis de Lois, Minister of War, bowed slightly and whispered in the ear of the Crown Prince Louis.

"Sentiment among the citizens is high. ”

There was not a shadow in the Marquis's voice, and his face was full of joy and kindness, but there was no trace of a smile in his eyes.

The War Secretary's perspective is naturally very different from that of ordinary people, and he has never been confined to the battlefield.

What ordinary people see at this moment is a heroic triumph, but in the eyes of the Minister of War, a rising political star at an unusually fast pace, a potentially huge threat.

(No, not at the level of "potential" ambiguity, she's become a dangerous figure comparable to a pointy-eared heresy.) ）

The Marquis of Lois muttered inwardly, his gaze wandering over the silver-armored girl in the distance.

Although not recognized by most people, political science is essentially a discipline that deviates from the common sense of popular morality. At all times, the first consideration of the powerful is power and interests—how to consolidate power, how to seize power, how to exchange power for benefits, how to use power to disperse and weaken the power of others...... When a person with a completely different background, faction, experience, and views from himself appears in front of him, threatening his power and interests, the first thing that comes to mind is only one sentence.

- It's too dangerous.

The Marquis gasped in his heart.

A village girl from a mere commoner background actually climbed above many nobles in just a few months, standing side by side with the royal family. This is already extremely transgressive. What's even worse is that she has a close relationship with Her Royal Highness, which is enough to subvert the existing pattern in one go and endanger the status of the crown prince and the army. In Loire's eyes, this kind of army that lurks around him and threatens to erupt at any point in time is more pointy-eared heresy. It must be restrained as soon as possible.

The simplest, most effective, and once and for all solution, is to bury it in the dark. But not to mention where to find a killer who can kill the Holy Maiden, killing her in what name is a difficult problem that needs to be carefully considered.

The nobles don't need a reason to execute commoners, in the past, even a hundred village girls were just a gesture and a word thing. There is no hard reason to dare to kill the Holy Maiden of National Salvation...... Believe it or not, that mob came to "punish the thieves" before you even started, and none of the people involved wanted to escape. If it is not done well, it will intensify into a new revolution, and the crazy mud-legged people will drag all the old men out to shoot targets or send them to the guillotine, and they will become the masters of the country themselves.

Didn't the rebels of the Crown of St. István come up with such a rebellious thing as the "republic"? After that, they not only physically eliminated the rebels, but also worked hard to extinguish the poison caused by all kinds of heresies, and at the same time widely publicized the ideas of the electorate, such as "Charlemagne is the priority of Charlemagne" and "ruling the world is Charlemagne's innate power and mission," so as to make them the mainstream of society. Only then was the plague called "Revolution" completely extinguished, and the danger of infection in the country was avoided. Charlemagne, however, also made great strides into the point of no return to the war of militaristic expansion, and ran all the way to the abyss of destruction along the strategy designed by Alfheim.

Before the Saint-Dière base was captured, Charlemagne was almost on the verge of collapse. Despite the official blockade of information and the use of all means to publicize one "great victory" after another, countless enemy troops have been drowned in the saliva of the base camp. The reality is extremely cruel, Yarfheim, who has more advanced media means, can always slap the base camp in the face at the first time, and in the face of reports with pictures and truths, the "results" of the base camp that only exist in the mouths of some people and in the parallel world have been punctured at once. The credibility of the government in the hearts of the people is rapidly crumbling, and more and more people are secretly paying attention to Yalfheim's propaganda, and if at this time the sharp-eared ghosts launch a propaganda offensive and send a "revolutionary mentor" into the midst of the people suffering from poverty, hunger and anti-war sentiment...... The old man can't imagine what might happen next.

While the Holy Maiden succeeded in capturing the base of Saint-Diye, saving the people from the shadow of the indiscriminate missile attack, she also pulled the ruling class of the kingdom out of the quagmire of trust and public relations. With the miraculous saint maiden, and the fact that there are no buzzing flying bombs overhead, the government and the military have finally saved some face and re-established their authority. But compared to the past, it is completely different, and even this authority is only established with the existence of the gold guarantor of the Holy Maiden. Now to move "that little girl from the village who doesn't know the height of the sky" is tantamount to completely abandoning her authority, and at the same time will intensify the contradictions. The aristocrats may be unhappy with the status quo, but they are not stupid or crazy, and they can't do stupid things that dig graves.

Since it cannot be eliminated physically, it is the most feasible solution to weaken its influence, exclude it from the core of power, and slowly solve it. The first step to this is precisely -

"The news of the successful capture of the enemy base has spread through the troops, and as expected, the morale of the soldiers is high, and they can't wait to move forward and destroy the evil heresy in one fell swoop, and after the parade is over, the people will see hope and support the war to the end. ”

There was an unconcealable joy in the deep voice, and unlike the rustic laughter of the streets, it was a dark smile that was characteristic of the successful conspiracy.

To counteract one miracle, another miracle must be made.

The only way to dim the halo on the hero's head is to create a more dazzling light.

To put it simply, it is to dilute the light of the Holy Maiden with an even grander victory, so that the people will transfer their love for the Holy Maiden to the crown prince and the army, and rebuild the former authority.

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