Man on the ark, forced to become king

"Margaret, do you know what your return means?"

"Or are you still dreaming?"

“I know what I’m doing, and I know what the consequences will be, Uncle Marner.”

Margaret remained solemn, meeting Marna's gaze without showing any sign of panic.

“If I appear in the public eye, I will face endless assassination attempts by the Unarmored Alliance. The Business Federation will not allow its interests to be harmed, and they will see me as a thorn in their side.”

“The National Assembly will not be on my side. They are closely linked to the Chamber of Commerce and have every right to take action against me because I violated their ruling.”

“Even the Securities and Futures Commission doesn’t want to see me. They don’t want to have a violent conflict with those people at this time and escalate the conflict.”

“In the worst-case scenario, my enemies will be everywhere in Kazimierz, and no one will speak up for me.”

“You’ve grown up, Margaret. Perhaps I should have let you go out and see the world sooner. You’ve learned a lot during this time.”

For a moment, Ma'nn's expression showed astonishment, followed by a hint of relief, but it quickly turned serious again. He rebuked sharply, "What's the use of just understanding? You can't do anything, and you'll only drag the family into the abyss!"

“I don’t know what gives you the confidence to believe that you are capable of handling everything, and I won’t listen to your long-winded explanations; it’s meaningless.”

"If you insist on doing this, now, pick up your weapon and prove it to me."

"I think so too, Uncle."

Margaret stood up from the stool, took off the hat covering her head, and stared intently.

"Words are always pale and powerless; they should be used after the end, not before the action."

"During this time, I learned a lesson."

"If you intend to do something, then at least make sure you have the ability to deal with the people who cause the problem. Sufficient military force is a necessary thing for spreading ideas."

"Heh, it seems you have indeed learned quite a bit."

Marna paused slightly, then stood up, but instead of looking at Margaret, she turned her gaze to the outside of the bar.

"I hope your sword is as hard as your mouth, but before that, let's deal with a little trouble first."

"No need, someone will help me solve it. I will show you that my belief has never wavered."

"Are you planning to fight in my shop?"

Vaughn reached out and stepped between the two who were locked in a fierce confrontation, his weathered face full of helplessness.

"My little place is hardly big enough for you to fight. If you're going to make a move, you should at least choose a more suitable location, right?"

"Don't worry, we'll go somewhere else and won't damage your shop."

Margaret bowed slightly and answered politely.

As she finished speaking, the area outside the door suddenly fell silent. The bustling crowd seemed to have been abruptly cut off by some force, clearing a wide street.

"Please, Shining."

As she spoke, Ma'na looked thoughtfully in a certain direction outside the shop without saying a word.

He suddenly realized that his niece had changed so much in the time he hadn't seen her that even he couldn't understand it.

That person outside...

Where did my niece find such a powerful person to help her?

The fleeting aura made even him feel uneasy. Could that be her reliance?

……

clatter--

The faint sound of metal closing together was exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

The neon lights on the street were still flashing, and the crowd, under the influence of mental forces, avoided the area, leaving large empty spaces.

A white-horned figure draped in a black cloak stood on a light board with scrolling lights, holding a slender longsword in his arms, as if it had never been drawn.

But the sword marks embedded in the solid concrete of the street and the figures of people lying on the ground all proved that she had already made a move.

The speed at which they struck was so fast that no one could see it clearly, let alone react.

So strong...

Dozens of meters away, a girl dressed in white gripped her compound bow tightly. The arrow on the bowstring trembled slightly, and she knew something was wrong.

Today is only her second day in office, and she's already encountered such a formidable enemy; it's incredibly unlucky.

In fact, as hunters who walk in the shadows, their mission is essentially doomed from the moment they are discovered.

The enemy seemed to have some way of accurately sensing their location. The entire squad was laid bare in front of them, making assassination impossible unless they launched a direct assault.

Of course, none of that matters. What matters is that she seems to be trapped here.

If possible, she would like to leave this place immediately, but she can't, and doesn't dare to.

That woman was truly terrifying; the two were simply not on the same level, and she was not an enemy they could handle.

She wanted to leave, but felt that she was locked on, and probably the whole team was too.

If anyone dares to move recklessly, they will probably be chopped to the ground in the next second, just like the people who fell before.

Under such terrifying pressure, even a Platinum rank was of little use.

She had no doubt that if she made a move to run away, she would be cut in half by that incredibly fast blade of light in the next second.

Seriously, this is too difficult. Where did these monsters come from?

The key point is that the other party did not kill anyone; they just stopped them from moving. What exactly did they want to do?

The young Platinum King sighed inwardly, feeling that he was probably going to be defeated here tonight.

Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Pitiful, Weak, and Helpless Platinum Throne

The Unarmored Alliance was originally an organization established by rebels who suffered from the oppression of the aristocracy. It was independent of the knightly system in Kazimierz and its purpose was to fight against all privileged classes, including knights, who dared to oppress the people.

From its inception, the Wuhou Alliance's hypothetical enemy was the knightly nobles who ruled Kazimierz. Therefore, all the methods they used were based on this. They abandoned heavy and cumbersome armor and mainly relied on highly flexible assassination tactics, usually using ranged weapons such as bows and crossbows to fight against the powerful knights.

They are guardians who walk in the shadows, rebels who are not recognized.

—That's how it started.

The power of time is enough to change everything; not everyone can maintain their original aspirations in the face of readily available benefits.

After the original group died, the Unarmored Alliance changed, just like the country itself, becoming unrecognizable.

The Merchants' Union replaced the former knights as the de facto rulers of the country, and the Unarmored Alliance, whose mission was to resist oppression, also fell under the control of the Merchants' Union and became a notorious assassin organization.

They still walk in the shadows, but their purpose is no longer to resist and protect, but to clear out the adversaries for the Business Federation.

Of course, the young Platinum Queen doesn't care about those old stories, just as she has abandoned her former aspirations.

All she cares about now is how to live each day peacefully until... she escapes this suffocating country.

However, even such a small wish is unattainable for an assassin hiding in the shadows.

An assassin's fate may be to die in a mission, dying without any purpose.

No one will remember her name, just like the most inconspicuous pebble on the roadside.

Like her teacher, former Platinum.

Hinterlea knew very well that that would probably be her future as well—not the process, but the outcome.

This is true for most assassins of the Unarmored Alliance. Apart from the mysterious Xuan Tie Dawei, no one can escape her, not even Qing Jin, who is above her.

However, she never imagined that future would come so quickly, so quickly that she was completely unprepared.

Having only been in the Platinum position for a few days, having just climbed from the lowest rank to a position that barely holds any status, he encountered an enemy he could not possibly defeat during a mission, and was in danger of being killed at any moment. Could there be anything more unlucky than this?

That Sarkaz woman across the way... could she be a Sarkaz?

Hinterlea had never seen horns like that before and could only guess based on her experience.

However, regardless of the woman's race, she was clearly no match for them, these worthless nobodys. Even if she attained the so-called Platinum rank, she didn't believe that the change in status would allow her to escape this level. In front of this woman, they really were nothing more than worthless nobodys.

Without needing to make any extra movements, simply standing there, Hinterlea felt as if a sharp blade was held to her neck, the threat of death constantly lingering in her mind.

What kind of strength is this?

No one saw the sword strike clearly before. If it weren't for the sword mark on the ground, they might not even know that the woman had once drawn her sword.

Perhaps it really wasn't ever pulled out?

The fear of facing death made the young Platinum King lose his composure, and he could no longer remain calm, his mind filled with wild thoughts.

She desperately wanted to do something to escape this awkward situation, at least to save her own life, but the chilling killing intent flowing in the night was so terrifying that she couldn't open her mouth at all. She could only remain in a stiff, trembling posture, like a prisoner awaiting trial.

"Put down and squat down, squat in place, and don't look at anything."

Shining, standing on the neon sign, finally spoke, breaking the silence.

Her tone wasn't pleasant; compared to usual, you could even detect a hint of impatience.

The matter concerning Liz did not have a perfect outcome. Even though she waited outside her house with her sword for many days, she was unable to catch that disgusting guy. In the end, after learning that he had fled with the army, she had no choice but to leave and deal with it later.

This made her somewhat irritable. After all, she wasn't a saint and couldn't maintain absolute rationality and calmness in the face of anything. The best she could do was suppress most of her negative emotions and not delve into them for the time being.

The consequence of doing this is that a little bit of irritability inevitably remains.