Regressor of the Fallen Family (Novel) Chapter 106

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C106

"Finally, it's starting."

"How long has it been?"

"Will we get a conclusion?"

A commotion fills the air.

The conference hall, which is one of the palaces of the Grand Castle, is filled with an unusually large number of people.

The Grand Noblesse, which for the past 2-3 centuries has only been open to nobles of the rank of count or higher, has unexpectedly opened its doors to all nobles due to the unforeseen circumstances of the kingdom.

With all the nobles gathered, it took a considerable amount of time just for the simple process of entering and seating everyone.

As a result, it was two hours after the official opening time before the chairman finally raised his gavel.

"The Grand Noblesse will now begin. All nobles are requested to be seated."

The conference hall is arranged in a fan shape, like the audience seats of a colosseum, with the podium at the center.

Most of the nobles are seated to the left and right of the two look-alike men sitting directly in front of the podium, where the chairman is banging his gavel.

Even though they are not openly fighting or shouting, a tense atmosphere fills the air.

"Unfortunately, His Majesty King Samuel von Grandia I passed away without naming a successor. Therefore, we must now, in this place, decide on the successor who will be the future of this country. Those who have an opinion, please speak freely."

With the declaration of the Prime Minister, Pluto Levine, the conference hall becomes even more noisy than a city market.

"Of course, His Highness Rohitan..."

"Of course, it must be His Highness Romain!"

"What nonsense!"

Loud voices erupt from here and there, and the conference hall is instantly in chaos.

Lord Patrick McLaine and a few neutral nobles watch the factional nobles with dark eyes.

Logan also watches the movements of the nobles, unable to hide his tension.

'I heard about it, but it's even worse than I thought. There shouldn't be any variables, though….'

The nobles gathered in the conference hall must have guessed it, but this meeting will definitely not end in one day.

And in my previous life, a brawl broke out on the third day of this meeting.

It was sparked by Count Harl Terate of the First Prince's faction raising his middle finger at Jordan Baltamyme.

The resulting brawl between the minor nobles grew out of control and led to a direct clash between the superhumans, which was the starting point of the civil war.

The incident is known as the 'Finger that Devoured the Nation'.

Although the instigator, Harl Terate, would be cursed by the Grandian refugees for years to come.

'In this atmosphere, anyone would have done it.'

Even if the meeting had proceeded without a brawl, there was no way that the other side would have accepted whoever was chosen as the successor.

Judging by the atmosphere alone, it was clear that a civil war was inevitable.

'I don't need to get involved, and it will happen anyway. But….'

I knew that the civil war, which had started from a simple brawl, would not see its first battle until a month or two later, when both sides had made some preparations.

And if nothing else changes, it will all play out exactly as I remember.

'Bifrost could wipe us out during the period when they are preparing for the civil war.'

The civil war had to be made more urgent, so that we would not have time to prepare.

Logan's gaze moved from the two princes fiercely engaged in a war of nerves at the front of the conference hall to the noble who had just started speaking from the podium.

'Larry Clet, Count….'

"When did the principle of primogeniture disappear? Why are you clinging to such outdated customs? Moreover, if the age difference is only a few months, isn't it ultimately a matter of ability? In that sense, I believe it is right for His Highness Romain, who has presented a solution to the problem of trade with the Empire, to become king!"

"That's right!"

"Hurray!"

The reactions to each statement are starkly divided.

Despite the change in atmosphere, Larry Clet smiles and looks only at his faction, the Second Prince's side.

He himself was a former secretary who had fallen from grace as Minister of Finance, but his family is a prestigious one that has served as the Grand Minister of the 9th Department of the Kingdom for four generations in a row.

Even so, he is still considered insignificant by the nobles of the capital.

Moreover, if the Second Prince becomes king, he could become the Grand Minister for the fifth generation in a row, not the fourth.

'Of course, that would be instead of that incompetent and lucky Fallon Davis.'

He fervently supports the Second Prince, Romain von Grandia.

The cheers from the Second Prince's faction grow louder, and the boos from the First Prince's faction grow louder, but he only looks at the Second Prince and continues to smile.

Logan, watching him from a distance, can't help but smirk.

'He's going to turn to the First Prince's faction later, after all. And he'll keep his position even after the Empire's occupation.'

Logan doesn't understand at all how such empty flattery can have any power, but the man has proven the power of such flattery with his tenacious lifeline that survived both the civil war and the imperial war.

The 9th target of the Grandia Liberation Front's assassination list in my previous life. Codename 'Parasite'.

'Let's meet a little sooner this time, Mr. Bug.'

It was Logan who cut off his tenacious lifeline in my previous life.

The first day of the meeting ended with the two factions just raising their voices at each other.
Prime Minister Pluto, who claims to be neutral, declared the meeting closed when the voices became too loud, and the meeting was naturally postponed to the next day.

And the next day.

Logan 'accidentally' bumped shoulders with Larry Clet as he was entering the conference hall.

"Ouch!"

Bang.

"Oh, my. I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

"What are you doing?! Can't you look ahead?!"

"I apologize."

Logan respectfully helps the fallen Larry up and bows his head again.

No one notices that in the process, the ring on Logan's hand makes a small scratch on Larry's shoulder, too small for even the wearer to feel.

The meeting resumed, and another meaningless sixteen hours passed with the same back-and-forth arguments.

"His Highness Romain has shown interest in various aspects of state affairs and has shown results. Rightfully…."

Larry Clet, who was fervently praising the Second Prince as he had yesterday.

And then, at one point.

"Rightfully… th… uh, blood? This is all of a sudden… ugh!"

Thud!

He was suddenly bleeding from his nose and fell backwards, rolling down the steps of the podium.

"Count?!"

"Count Clet!"

"What is this?! Call a priest!"

The conference hall was in an uproar in an instant.

Logan watched the commotion from the back of the conference hall with an expressionless face.

'The effect seems to be working….'

Lette's grass.

This precious herb, known as a hair loss treatment, is hundreds of times more potent when dried and concentrated with Force for three days.

So much so that it acts as a deadly poison that ruptures blood vessels in the brain if used by an ordinary person with no Force or mana.

However, it would be 15 years from now before that fact would be discovered.

It was discovered by the Grandia Liberation Front, who were desperately searching for various methods to assassinate high-ranking imperial officials.

It was a poison that didn't work on knights or mages, and it was too expensive to be used very often, but it was effective nonetheless.

'Farewell, Count Parasite.'

Logan silently paid his hypocritical respects to the man who met the same death by the same method as in his previous life.

"It's too late. The brain damage is severe. I don't know what kind of poison it is, but this is…."

The priest, who had been called in a hurry, spoke a single word that brought a storm to the already chaotic conference hall.

"Rohit! You dare poison my subordinate?!"

The Second Prince, Romain von Grandia, loudly denounced his brother.

The First Prince, Rohit von Grandia, with a flushed face, shouted back at him.

"You're the one who's talking! Who would be fooled by such a farce?! What do you have to gain by killing a mere villain like that?!"

"What? A villain?!"

It wasn't just the princes who were excited by the sudden turn of events.

The nobles of each faction glared fiercely from behind their respective princes, and it soon escalated into a physical confrontation.

Clang!

"Let's finish this today, Roxina!"

"I've been waiting for this, Chloe!"

The rival families of the north, known for their hatred even more than Bifrost and McLaine, were the first to clash.

The aftermath of the physical conflict created by this long-standing grudge soon became a trigger for everyone nearby to draw their Force and mana.

Although a third of all nobles were civil officials who did not possess such abilities, the majority of nobles who were classified as territorial nobles, warriors, or magical families were either Force users or mages.

In an instant, the conference hall was filled with a fierce atmosphere and a fierce clash was about to break out.

"Everyone, stop!!"

A voice that shook the conference hall like thunder drew everyone's attention.

"Both princes, please calm down for now. This situation must be investigated thoroughly before we can fairly determine the cause and effect. It is not something to be dealt with emotionally."

The Grand Duke, Felix Esperante, timely poured cold water on the heated atmosphere in the hall.

However, even in this situation, the opinions of the two princes clashed and loud voices erupted again.

"What do you mean, 'determine the cause and effect' when the situation is so clear, Duke!"

"You have no justification, so you're just getting rid of a useless pawn and putting on a farce. I strongly agree with the Duke!"

"That's ridiculous! You're trying to use 卑劣한手段 (despicable means) and then you're calling it a farce?!"

"You must be disagreeing because you have something to hide."

The faces of the two young men with platinum blonde hair and emerald eyes, who looked alike, became distorted with anger.

"What? Ha! Investigation? Fine, good! Let's do it that way. But if it turns out that this was your doing, the throne is mine. You'll accept that, right?"

"I see you're planning to play some more tricks with the investigation. Childish provocations like that...

"Hmph! You're the one who's using 卑劣한手段 (despicable means) and now you're trying to backpedal?"

As the conversation continued, their voices only got louder, and it seemed that they would not be able to find any common ground.

"Both princes. Please calm down and listen to me...

The Grand Duke, who had stepped in to mediate, stepped forward with a hardened face.

However, at that moment, a gray-haired giant and a blue-haired magician stepped forward at the same time from behind the princes.

Woooooow.

Crackle crackle.

The clash of气势created by the three dukes, the only ones in the kingdom, drew everyone's attention.

A clear shape emerged, as if the space around the princes was distorting.

Thump thump thump.

"Don't step forward, Grand Duke."

"Even for you, it will be difficult against the two of us."

"...Do you realize what you are trying to do right now?"

The Grand Duke asked with a cold gaze at the words of the dukes who stood behind the two princes.

"You must know that this meaningless meeting is pointless, don't you?"

"It wouldn't be a bad idea to just end it this way."

"Sigh, these lunatics..."

Perhaps it was a predetermined sequence, just waiting for a suitable pretext. They were ultimately rushing towards the worst possible outcome, which the Grand Duke had tried to prevent at all costs.

"We have no desire to cause further commotion within the royal palace, Grand Duke."

"We do not intend to turn the capital into a battlefield either. So please restrain yourself, Duke Felix Esperante."

The Grand Duke had no choice but to yield as the two superhumans, who ranked second and third in the kingdom's military power, joined forces to pressure him.

At that moment, the Second Prince, sensing that the time was ripe, pointed at the First Prince and spoke with a voice filled with anger.

"You are no longer my brother, Rohit. I will prove by force who is truly worthy of the throne!"

"So be it!"

The conflict between the two factions finally escalated into an open declaration of war.

As the Grand Duke looked up at the sky with a grim expression.

The two dukes glared at each other and simultaneously turned to opposite sides.

The princes followed suit, turning and leaving the conference hall, followed by the nobles who had been watching, divided into two groups.

West and east.

Ironically, they headed towards the exits in opposite directions, almost exactly like the distribution of the factions.

Only a very small number of people watched their backs with grim expressions.

"Master. This was inevitable. Please calm down."

Logan's words were sincere.

Although he had played a role in escalating the situation, it was true that this was something that was going to happen anyway.

The greed of the two dukes, which had been building up for decades, was not something that his master could stop alone.

"What am I to do about this? I have no face to show His Majesty the late King..."

The Grand Duke could only look up at the sky with a haggard expression.

And behind them, Patrick, who had not said a word throughout the two-day meeting, was looking at his son with a strangely hardened expression.

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