I Will Be The Crowned King

Early morning, Green Valley, South City Wall, Deputy Commander's Room (temporary).

Feeling the bright sunshine on his body, Anson held his breath and looked intently at the cherry cake on the plate in front of him.

Baked fragrant, moderately soft and hard, sweet and delicious cake, use a piping bag filled with milky white cream to outline one after another full of childish patterns, and then use a few bright red to drip, the flesh is full, exudes Fresh and tempting cherries are garnished and served on clean white china plates...  

Just looking at it makes people so appetizing, and instantly finds the full meaning of life to wake up from sleep.

Of course, it's really not cheap.

In the land far away from Clovis, fruits, eggs, flour, etc. are easy to get, but sugar and cream are not so easy to get; Weicheng is considered a daily necessities that even minor nobles can barely consume, and in Hantu, it is basically only the enjoyment of top dignitaries.

Looking at this cake that cost him two months of his sugar ration, Anson gently picked up his fork and looked up at the other side of the table - Lisa pouted like a puffer fish, staring at the emerald green giant. Eyes, staring at him intently, with "I'm not happy" written all over his face.

She has been in this state since waking up in the morning.

As for why? Of course, it was because a certain "older brother" was assassinated, and the first time he looked for it was not his "beautiful sister", but an adjutant who always "hated the smell of smoke" - even when things went wrong When it was over, Anson didn't come to her either, but got the information from the soldiers of the guard company after waking up.

For a long time, the "beautiful" Lisa has always regarded herself as Anson's "protector", which is also the first and only mission that Anson gave her; but this time Anson went back on his word and never thought of asking Lisa's Protect.

This hurts Lisa!

Well, it was actually Anson and Carl who were busy cleaning up the scene all night, erasing all traces and evidence, trying to maintain stability for the various infantry regiments of the Storm Division, and trying to come up with a set of reasonable explanations to fool them. Those "warm-hearted" "melon-eating people"... The two who were so busy had forgotten Lisa, who was still sleeping soundly.

So after realizing his mistake, Anson decisively threw the finishing task to Carl, racking his brains to let the logistics prepare this cherry cake that was absolutely impossible to appear on the front line, to his "cute and obedient" good sister apologize.

Sweet, delicious, pretty and cute snacks are always the "happy password" to coax children and good girls.

Or... at least for Lisa absolutely.

Facing the girl's straight eyes, Anson, who took a deep breath, smiled and gestured with a fork on the cake:

"Circle or triangle?"

Lisa hummed softly at first, then immediately focused her attention on the cake. After hesitating for a full minute, she pouted and said, "...Triangle."

After she finished speaking, she closed her eyes voluntarily, and opened her mouth to Anson with "Ah—".

So Anson, who understood it, immediately cut off the part where the triangle pattern was drawn with butter, blocked the girl's mouth, and pulled the fork out in time before the fork was bitten.

Lisa, whose cheeks were stuffed with bulging cheeks, turned her head in a fit of anger, deliberately ignored Anson, and swallowed the cake as fast as she could.

"Is it delicious?" Anson asked with a smile.

"...Well, it's normal." The girl hummed softly:

"There's too much sugar, the cream doesn't taste fresh at all, the cake is so hard, and the cherries aren't as sweet as I thought...well, not as good as Mrs. Bogner's, but...well, just so-so."

Looking at Lisa, who was complaining in a low voice, and Anson, who kept smiling, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

The girl who used to be so happy as long as she got a can of yellow peach has finally become picky!

Then, it started to grow up.

Can't be fooled like before.

An Sen, who was lost in his heart, bravely faced the girl who was still angry, and asked with a smile, "Then... can you forgive me?"

Lisa, who was staring straight at him, pouted her little mouth full of cream and said fiercely: "...Yes."

"But Anson also has to promise Lisa, it can't be like this again in the future!"

"Definitely, definitely!" An Sen promised.

"Then... Lisa wants to live in the same room with Anson!" The girl looked at him with burning eyes, with a hint of vigilance in her tone:

"Lisa is the captain of Anson's guard company, and it should be in the same room as the person you want to protect, right?"

"this……"

An Sen suddenly didn't know what to say, but looking at the fierce gleam in the girl's eyes and the tiger teeth with cream on her lips, she could only bite the bullet and continue to smile: "It should be!"

"Swear!" Lisa, who stared at him with wide eyes, looked at him aggrieved:

"No regrets!"

"I don't regret it, I don't regret it." Anson nodded quickly, put down his fork, and drew the ring of order in front of him with his right hand:

"Lisa is the captain of Anson's guard company, and Lisa's request is right. I, Anson Bach, will never violate the promise I made... Well, I swear!"

"If I lied, then... uh..." An Sen who said this was suddenly stunned, a strong sense of déjà vu came to his mind, and he always felt as if similar things had happened before.

But facing Lisa's straight eyes, he couldn't allow him to hesitate any more: "Just let me immediately bump into the most unfortunate thing I don't want to happen - is this okay?"

The girl who got the promise was silent for a while, and finally nodded silently.

An Sen, who was finally relieved, also pushed the fork and cake in front of her. Lisa, who had been unable to hold back for a long time, finally showed a smile and stuffed the cake covered with cream into her mouth. She was filled with a halo of happiness from head to toe. shrouded.

The happy appearance reminded Anson of the leisurely and happy memories of the Iron Sky—of course, excluding the part of the guards and a certain novelist.

The happy girl ate the cake and hummed an unknown tune in her bulging mouth; Anson, who was sitting across from her, drank hot coffee while flipping through old newspapers, making up for the diary she owed last night. Complete.

The two sitting at the dining table were enjoying the most beautiful morning of the day in such a quiet manner. In a trance, they seemed to have returned to Clovis City and their apartment at No. 55 Boleman Street, White Lake Park. The fireplace was forever. Tongwang, the living room of an old pipe-smoking lady huddled on the sofa...until Carl Bain pushed the door in.

The chief of staff, who had also been busy all night, seemed a little sluggish. He hadn't recovered from the big news of "Assassination" and "Old God School" yesterday; before he could sit down, he smashed a stack of envelopes and documents on the In front of Anson.

"What is this?" At the same time as he asked, the sharp-eyed Anson had noticed Sophia's letter at the top, and a bad premonition almost poured out.

"The latest news from Clovis City and the Southern Legion, as well as your letter from the Deputy Commander." Carl returned listlessly:

"It was supposed to arrive last week, but because you rushed to the Green Valley without stopping, it was only delivered this morning."

Throwing down the document, the yawning chief of staff turned his head and walked out of the room.

"Right, there's one more thing."

A second before he walked out of the door, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at Anson: "Duke Aiden's people are here."

"What are you doing here?" Anson raised his eyebrows.

"It said to confirm the specific time for the withdrawal of troops." Carl shrugged:

"But it's probably the same as last night. I want to know if your deputy commander can still breathe?"

"Then don't see it." Anson sneered, picked up the envelope on the table and shook it at Carl:

"Tell him that I'm very busy right now, and I don't have time to meet guests - if you have anything, just discuss it with the chief of staff."

Carl nodded feebly and turned away again.

Anson, who watched him leave, picked up the documents on the table, put them one by one... and put Sophia Franz's letter at the end.

The first is the battle report of the Southern Legion. Ludwig, who has driven straight in, relies on a powerful supply line and almost endless cannonballs. Under the leadership of the "Leading Party" of the Iser elf, he is wanton sweeping the territory of the royal family of the Iser elf. , wherever you go, it's like a no-man's land - the basic content is no different from the previous one.

All the fortresses and towns that tried to resist were under the terrifying firepower of the southern legion that even the regular army could not match, and received a profound education "forever unforgettable", and "welcomed" the army of Clovis who sang and danced in the sky of fireworks to enter the city.

In a sense, as long as there are enough shells and artillery, and the front lines are drawn to face each other, Ludwig and his southern army are invincible and completely invincible.

The only problem is that Ludwig still doesn't know where the defeated Janissaries have escaped, and the more than 10,000 Iser elites seem to have evaporated and disappeared.

But this is not a problem at all for the southern legion, which has been advancing all the way. According to Ludwig, only one more fortress needs to be conquered, and the southern legion can besiege the royal court of Iser without interference; No matter how suddenly the legion appeared, it could no longer affect the trend of the battle.

Ludwig, who was full of confidence, even released the rhetoric of "conquering Iser in three months".

The second letter is the Army's "Kingdom Loyalty News". Except for the last two pages, which mentioned the battle reports on Iser and Hantu - the army is still very disgusted with the southern army - the main content is still focused on the Western Front battlefield, Once again achieved a "decisive victory" over the empire, and broke the "myth of the invincibility of the empire".

Well, it looks like the Army will break myths on the Western Front many times in the future.

And then the third, the fourth...

When he finally turned to the last letter, Anson's hand suddenly trembled.

The uneasy hands carefully picked up the letter, cut the ink pad, and unfolded the letter inside; when his eyes fell on the parchment letterhead, his dark brown pupils suddenly shrank.

The entire letter consists of just one short line written in charcoal black ink:

"What's your relationship with Talia of the Rune family?!"

Anson, who was trembling all over, almost fell over from his chair.

"What's up?"

Lisa, who was eating the cake, raised her innocent gaze and looked curiously at Anson who was suddenly shocked.

"No, nothing!" An Sen quickly restrained his expression, patted her little head lightly, and the corners of his mouth, barely able to squeeze a smile, were twitching wildly, crumpling the letter into a ball and hiding it in his palm.

How could this be? !

How did she and they meet? !

what! Wait, Talia seems to have mentioned in her reply before that she was going to participate in a charity fundraiser in Clovis City... Could it be that time? !

No, she's an old god, why did she come to the church of Order... Uh, I seem to be an old **** too, and I'm still working for the church.

Big things are bad, big things are bad!

The terrified Anson only felt the instinctive blood in his body rushing up, constantly hitting his heavenly cover, as if he would be separated from his flesh and spirit in the next second - he could send himself to the ring of order without bothering the trial office to do it himself. Repent face to face.

This state lasted for about ten minutes, Pentium's blood finally gradually stabilized, calmed down and began to think about the possible consequences of this incident.

Thinking and thinking, An Sen, who was calm and clear-headed, gradually realized the result...

Well, probably not that bad.

First of all, the fact that the Rune family is the old **** sect is definitely not well known even in the upper levels of Clovis, at least Sophia doesn't know it, which at least ruled out Sophia's suspicion of being the old **** sect.

Of course, exposure is a matter of time... This matter will reach the ears of Archbishop Luther Franz sooner or later, or he already knows it; but since the other party has not exposed it, it means that his behavior is still up to now. within his acquiescence.

Secondly, although I don't know if Talia did it on purpose or on purpose - well, she must have done it on purpose - at least it solved a very crucial problem for herself.

That is Lisa's true identity~www.readwn.com~ With the financial resources of the Franz family and Sophia's "detective fan habit", I am afraid that the problem of Lisa's identity has long been discovered; now that Talia has come forward, herself It can be shied away from the Rune family, and by the way, it can also explain why the Rune family would find themselves specially before, which is considered to kill two birds with one stone.

In the end, since the Rune family has made an open appearance and announced to be their sponsors, it can also restrain the army's control of the Iser War to a certain extent.

Rune and the Franz family, a thousand-year-old family and a wealthy country, both bet on this war at the same time, and the army is disgusting. Don't you dare to act rashly against the Southern Legion and the Storm Division?

Thinking of An Sen here, he was even a little happy, and wrote a reply to a girl who might be restless:

"Dear Miss Sophia Franz, please also accept my apology when you receive this letter; the incident happened suddenly, the situation is complicated, and everything can't be explained in a few words..."

"...No matter what, please believe me, I have always been loyal to you, and all my promises are absolutely true..."