Re:Zero - Jobless Reincarnation: Succubus Sword God? I don't recognize it!

Chapter 519 Making room

Parkus wasn't the only one who asked, "Huh?"

This also includes the adventurers behind Allen.

Everyone was dumbfounded:

—No, Allen, are you really going to become a minister who supports the emperor? If you support the emperor, then who are we supposed to support?
Allen stared at Pacus, who was gazing at him with his mouth agape and his small eyes wide open.

"What, you're unwilling? Look, wasn't the war started by the Kingdom of Wanglong? Wouldn't it be a perfect solution to start a reform movement directly on the territory of the Kingdom of Wanglong?"

Parkus grunted twice, unsure how to respond to Allen's comment.

Allen raised an eyebrow and said:
"Is that too radical? Let's be more conservative then. You should marry the eighteenth princess first, and then become the regent of the Wanglong Kingdom."

"After the last batch of noble princes and princesses who didn't want you, the seventh prince from Xilong, to ascend the throne of the Dragon King Kingdom, you can then formally ascend the throne and rightfully reach the pinnacle of your life, how about that?"

Pakus's forehead throbbed.

Reasonable?

What kind of logic or reasoning is this?

He glanced sideways at Chagall across the table, but the latter did not fly into a rage as he had expected. Instead, he rested his chin on his hand and stared at Allen in deep thought.

Suddenly he spoke:
"Is it really necessary to do it this way? Is there no room for negotiation?"

Allen turned and met Chagall's eyes: "I'm talking to you, I've given you all the terms, but now that you disagree, why do you say I have nothing to negotiate with you?"

Chagall shrugged: "So direct?"

"We are not like your country's first prince, who spouts benevolence and morality but does nothing but engage in deceitful and treacherous schemes. He is hypocritical, disgusting, and nauseating."

Is it easy to give speeches and fool people? Yes, it's very easy, but do you know why I don't do it?

Allen smiled and reached out to gently pat Parkus's cheek, his tone more like a thug than Chagall's: "Because men have pride."

Chagall fell silent, his nonchalant expression vanishing completely. He straightened his back, revealing the air of someone accustomed to high office.

But Parkus couldn't hold back any longer. He stared in shock at Allen's hand patting his cheek.

If you want to save face, then save face, but why are you taking pictures of my face?

Chagall and Allen looked at each other silently for a moment, then nodded and stood up.

"I understand. I didn't show enough sincerity today. Since you are going to the royal capital, Weibang, to visit Lord Northern God II, and I happen to have some personal acquaintance with him, he will be the witness. The royal family will host a banquet to invite Lord Allen to have a good talk."

Allen simply glanced at Chagall without comment.

Chagall bowed, waved, turned, and walked out of the Adventurers' Guild.

The Northern King behind him set off in a flurry, all following his departing figure as he walked away.

Randolph grinned as he put on his blindfold, then turned to Pacus and said earnestly, "When we meet in the capital, please continue to critique my other skills."

Parkus nodded in surprise, looked at Randolph's eyes, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Do your eyes need healing? I can heal them for you."

At this point, Parkus seemed to realize that his position as someone sitting next to Allen was not quite right, so he stopped talking.

Randolph smiled and said, "It's alright." Then he bowed to Allen in a very gentlemanly manner and said, "I am inferior in skill, but I have learned a lot, my savior."

However, Allen's next sentence made Parkus cover his face.

Allen: "Are you blind?"

Randolph grinned: "No problem. It's been a long time since I've felt injured, so it's rather novel."

Allen smiled and said, "Then I won't see you off."

Randolph turned around, and in a flash, he disappeared from Allen's sight.

Outside the Adventurers' Guild, Shagar walked hurriedly, his face grave.

Randolph's figure suddenly solidified, appearing beside him:

"Are we just going to let it go like that?"

Chagall's serious demeanor vanished again. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and glanced at him, saying, "If we don't run now, he'll change his mind."

Randolph: "...Yes."

Chagall turned the corner of the street and got into a carriage. He let out a long sigh, took out a necklace from his pocket, looked at it for a long time, and then said, "This magical tool that can resist the full force of an Emperor-level magic attack can't stop the Blade of Light. However, I feel that he never intended to kill me from the beginning. Heh, hypocrite? Who is the hypocrite?"

He talks a lot about hating war, but it's all for the benefit of the Asura Kingdom and the Boreas family. What kind of savior is he? I think he's actually quite clever; he knows that the Wanglong Kingdom is caught between Asura and Milis, making it difficult for him to succeed.
"Enough, enough. Given his abilities and status, it's only natural that he covets Asura's power. Since he looks down on this small, impoverished place, there's no need to tempt him with benefits."

At this point, Chagall paused slightly, looking at Randolph with a lingering, undeterred expression.

While the two were talking, the latter used a healing scroll to stop the bleeding from Kong Jueyan's eyes.

Another light barrier rose up around the two of them.

However, compared to the previous work, it looks much dimmer at first glance.

—Everyone knows Randolph is a top-notch assassin, but few realize he's also a top-notch bodyguard.

"I'm telling you, Randolph, is it really impossible to kill him?"

Randolph pondered for a moment: "Perhaps there is a chance if I, Lord Northern God II, and Lord Northern God III join forces."

Chagall grinned and waved his hand: "I'm so jealous of the Kingdom of Asura. Why are they so lucky, damn it."

Randolph scoffed, "So what's next?" Chagall stroked his chin, "If we can't kill Allen, then we'll kill Pacus Cylon."

Randolph paused: "Parcus Shiron?"

Chagall looked at Randolph with a mocking gaze: "What? Got a change of heart? Want to go to that kid who really likes your cooking? You promised to assist me until I die, you can't go back on your word halfway through."

Randolph nodded: "I admire him, but there's a hierarchy. If he's still alive when you die, then I'll go find him."

Chagall chuckled, "Then I'll let you kill him now, wouldn't that solve everything?"

Randolph: "He's hard to kill. Alan Boreas Greirat admires him."

Chagall scoffed, "Appreciate? Appreciate my ass, it's just placing an easy-to-control puppet here." His voice trailed off, then turned serious. "The calamity facing the Dragon King Kingdom is unavoidable, so some sacrifices must be made. Once that brat Pacus is dead, everything will be fine."

Randolph squinted at Chagall with his blood-red, empty eyes: "Even if he wants His Majesty the King's life? So what?"

Chagall paused for a moment, then said:

“You underestimate Allen Boreas Greirat; this matter is more complicated than you think.”

Currently, Allen Boreas Greirat's sights are still set on the throne of the Kingdom of Asura; he is unwilling and unable to stay in the Kingdom of Dragon King forever.

In this way, seizing power is not as simple as killing a few members of the royal family and then gracefully retiring.

The power that Kingdragon has cultivated in Vebon for over two hundred years cannot be eradicated by killing alone. As soon as he leaves, someone else will rise to power, consolidate the remaining forces, and restore the glory of the royal family.

What should he do then? Come back and kill again?
Will the Kingdom of Asura ever return?

These are the reasons why he chose Parkus Ciron:

Firstly, this Prince Xilong doesn't have the surname Kingdragon and isn't of the Dragon King Kingdom bloodline, making him easier to control and less likely to have a strong rebellious streak.

Secondly, he is also involved with the Eighteenth Princess, a useless bloodline of the Dragon King Kingdom, and has potential room to maneuver. Even if the Eighteenth Princess is no good, after Allen Boreas Grellat's massacre, the remaining forces of Kingdragagon will still have people making a fuss about the Eighteenth Princess who has ascended the throne.

In this situation, a delicate balance was formed between Pacus Cylon, the remnants of Kingdragon's forces, and the Eighteen Princesses, which was extremely advantageous for Allen Boreas Grellat to control the Dragon Kingdom.

Therefore, Parkus Cilon is a born puppet.

Randolph responded with an "oh".

Chagall remained silent for a long time before speaking again:

"Therefore, kill Pacus. Even if Allen Boreas Grellat kills me and His Majesty the King in a fit of rage, he only has the Eighteenth Princess to support. The other pawns are only the Northern God II and the Northern God III. The Northern God family is not suited for political intrigue, so Kingdragagon will still have a continuous source of life."

Randolph laughed: "You're quite magnanimous."

Chagall gazed at the night outside the car window, his eyes dark and unfathomable.

"Natural and man-made disasters, so sudden. I can't help but be open-minded. The First Prince died too suddenly. If I hadn't prepared magical tools in advance, I would have died just as suddenly."

Who could have predicted that Asura would produce a fifth-ranked member of the Seven Great Powers?

It possessed strength, reputation, and influence, and unlike other powers, this particular superpower wasn't indifferent to power; instead, it was rife with intrigue and scheming.

"Namiris."

"The Kingdom of Wanglong cannot ask Milis for help; once that door is opened, the consequences will be dire. I personally supported the rise of three generations of kings of Jingdragon; the glory of the royal family..."
It absolutely cannot break in my hands.

-

Randolph Chagall came like the wind, and left like the wind.

Only the bewildered members A, B, C, and D remained inside the Adventurers' Guild, staring at each other in disbelief.

So much has happened in such a short time; everyone needs to calm down.

Aisha doesn't need it; Allen just blew her chair away with a super-powered Wind Spike.

Well, taking advantage of this opportunity, she went to the kitchen next door and ordered a dessert. Then, carrying the bread sprinkled with butter and cheese, she strolled back to Allen's side.

Then it jumped onto his lap, sat cross-legged on the table, and started eating.

A cowlick was stuck to Allen's face. He looked helplessly at the top of Aisha's head, not knowing what to do.

Looking at the night outside the Adventurers' Guild, Popus was even more bewildered than Allen. After a long pause, he turned to look at him and said:
"Lord Allen, aren't you afraid something unexpected might happen if you provoke them like this?"

Allen laughed: "What accident?"

Pakus pressed, "They could never agree to let me become the king of the Dragon King Kingdom; it's absurd."

Allen wholeheartedly agreed: "It's right that you disagree, and it's even more right if something unexpected happens."

Parkus: "Huh?"

Allen watched as Aisha, her face covered in butter, ate like a child, propping her chin up with a smile: "That way I'll have a legitimate reason to kill the king and make room for him."

Pakus blinked: "Then Chagall."

"Only when the king dies can the Dragon King Kingdom descend into chaos, making it easier for you to profit from the chaos."

But Chagall cannot die. If he dies, the Kingdom of Wanglong will be completely overturned. At that time, anyone with even a little royal blood will want to reclaim the throne from you, this illegitimate regent, even if you still hold the title of the consort of the eighteenth princess.

Today a general's descendant is giving a speech on the border, tomorrow a kingdom's illegitimate son is raising a rebellion. Won't that drive you to a mental breakdown? The power is coming too fast. Are you sure you can control the situation?
Pacus, given your current cautious nature, the path to becoming king for you requires time to gradually consolidate your power and gain room for development.

If power is suddenly thrown into your hands, you might lose control, make wrong moves, fall from the building, and ultimately be shattered to pieces.

Parkus looked blank, not understanding what Allen was talking about.

(End of this chapter)