Ascension To Divine Throne - Chapter 57

Chapter 57: Prince Julius’s Plan

The man in black knew the rules well; even though he was acquainted with the two guards, there would be no exceptions.

He took out a silver token from his ring and removed his hood, revealing the face of an ordinary middle-aged man with a slightly pale complexion, as if he had not been exposed to sunlight for a long time due to living in the dark.

One of the guards took the token, checked it, and then returned it to the man in black.

“No problem, long time no see! Robert.”

“Long time no see. Where is the lord now?”

The man named Robert took back the token and casually asked.

“The lord should be in the study, looking over the intelligence report that just arrived from the Fis Chamber of Commerce. You can go straight there.”

“Thank you.”

Robert nodded to the guard and made his way familiarly to the study on the second floor on the east side of the building.

When Robert stood outside the study, he awkwardly wiped his hands on his clothes before knocking on the door gently.

“Come in.”

A calm and magnetic baritone voice came from inside the study. Robert then relaxed, carefully pushed the door open, and walked in.

Inside, a spacious walnut desk faced the door, neatly arranged with various books and documents, bathed in the still cool morning sunlight.

The blond middle-aged man sitting at the desk, leaning back slightly in his chair, was frowning at the intelligence report from the Fis Chamber of Commerce and did not notice the entrance of Robert.

Seeing this, Robert did not speak but stood silently to the side, bowing his head and quietly waiting for the man to finish the remaining documents in his hand.

After a while, the blond man put down the papers, took a sip of the fragrant black coffee beside him, and rubbed his tired eyes.

“Lord Julius, you really shouldn’t overwork yourself like this,” Robert said softly, his face filled with respect and concern.

“The plans are mostly in place, just waiting for the Annual Holy Festival. And you haven’t had a proper rest for more than half a year!”

Indeed, the blond man sitting at the desk was Prince Julius Fis of the Fis Kingdom.

Julius waved his hand nonchalantly:

“The closer we get to critical moments, the less we can afford to let our guard down. I don’t want years of effort to be ruined overnight.”

Then Julius looked up at Robert in front of him and asked:

“How are the various plans being implemented?”

Julius had assigned Robert the main responsibility of liaising with the various forces involved in the plan and reporting back to him regularly.

For convenience, this secluded place next to the royal palace was specially arranged as a center for gathering intelligence and coordinating efforts.

Therefore, the security here is quite hidden and strict, with an illusionary formation and Silver Guards outside, and a Gold-level powerhouse hidden in the shadows.

As the conversation turned to official matters, Robert straightened up and began to report meticulously:

“The Fis Chamber of Commerce and its subsidiaries have nearly completed the acquisition and storage of supplies. The remaining work is just finalization, and so far, it has not attracted the attention of other domestic forces or foreign countries.”

“You have already reviewed the specific quantities of supplies. Food, weapons, and medical supplies are sufficient to support the kingdom’s external warfare for five years.”

“The Duke of Ram and the Duke of Byram have promised to start reorganizing their armaments. If the kingdom declares war, they will immediately strike at the Kingdom of Bertrich.”

“I have arranged for someone to secretly communicate with some court nobles. They will also speak out in support of the kingdom’s war efforts, but we need to support their efforts to gain military merits and territories on the front lines.”

“Due to the presence of Duke Harold, to avoid leaks, we have not contacted most of the court nobles.

“However, according to our understanding, the rest of the court nobles mostly support the war effort, and the few who are conservative will likely not oppose the kingdom’s retaliation after learning of their colleagues being assassinated by foreign spies.”

“As for the Kingdom of Bertrich, dissatisfied with our demand to lower border taxes last year and after our covert lobbying and guidance, they have prepared, as you anticipated, to dispatch Gold-level assassin from their kingdom, Bloodblade, to infiltrate our country for retaliation.”

“We have activated Assassin Bloodblade through special communication. He will not go to Duke Ram’s territory but will come directly to Canlight City to follow your arrangements, Lord Julius.”

As Robert passionately recounted each progress of the plan, he looked at the man before him with awe.

Almost all possibilities had been accounted for; as long as there were no accidents, the outcome would surely develop as Lord Julius anticipated.

The Kingdom of Bertrich audaciously assassinating a noble from their own country during the Annual Holy Festival!

The Fis Kingdom declaring war on the Kingdom of Bertrich! The Fis Kingdom winning the war, and Julius ascending to the throne!

Julius did not show any sign of joy; his expression remained calm, as if everything was unfolding exactly as he had anticipated.

“Those people from Bertrich are truly useless, rotten to the core. If not for the Church of the Gods, haha.”

Julius briefly commented on the astonishing moves of the Kingdom of Bertich.

“Indeed, who would have thought their secretly trained ace assassin was actually your hidden piece, my lord?”

Robert complimented him appropriately.

Julius rubbed his brow, paying no attention to Robert.

Lately, he had been feeling a sense of palpitation, something that had never happened before. Was there something he had overlooked?

Leaning back in his chair, Julius suddenly asked Robert:

“Have the targets for the Annual Holy Festival been confirmed?”

“Yes, my lord,” Robert quickly replied.

“They are Viscount Cain, Baron Leo, Baron Lucas, and Baron Allen. On that day, these four will be arranged to stand 15 meters to the left of His Majesty the King.”

“But…”

Julius lifted his eyes, disliking the uncertainty, and pressed Robert:

“Speak the truth!”

Robert hurriedly lowered his head and said:

“As per your instructions, Baron Leo, Baron Lucas, and Baron Allen have been probed without any anomalies. However, the task regarding Viscount Cain was given to Camus, and there has been no progress.”

“Camus?”

Julius remembered him; he was an exceptionally talented student from the Fis Royal Magic Academy who had broken through to Silver Mage before graduation.

What’s more precious was his commoner background, making him one of the mage talents Julius had recruited in recent years, and hence, he had high hopes for him.

Senior mages were very valuable allies, and in the entire Fis Kingdom, they were mostly found in the Magic Academy.

Being the first in line to the throne, he had only one Gold-level mage under his command.

He had wanted to give Camus a chance to prove himself, but he couldn’t even complete this small task?

Julius was somewhat disappointed; he had allocated quite a few resources to Camus.

“Make sure there are no accidents! Hurry up!”

Julius stood by the window, not saying much more, just faintly instructing Robert.

“Yes, my lord!”

Robert immediately complied, and seeing that Julius had no further instructions, quietly turned and left the study, gently closing the door behind him.

Julius silently watched the bustling streets from the window, his gaze not focused on the noise, but murmuring in a voice filled with complexity:

“Hilda?”