Miss Wang Weina, even your cousin won't do!

"Gentlemen, I have long been dissatisfied with that good-for-nothing Wayne, who is addicted to pleasure. The purpose of Wilson and I gathering you all here today is to tell you that we are going to pull off a big heist!"

"Yeah, yeah, let's do something big!" Wilson agreed, covering his eyes.

"I will lead my trusted followers to join the royal party and support Princess Vina's ascension to the throne at the coronation ceremony later!"

"At that time, with our power, the prestige of the Royalist Party, and Princess Vina's ignorance, our Royalist Party will be able to dominate the government and completely purge the Northern Party!"

Ernest narrowed his eyes and smiled:

"At that time, I hope you will all give me the honor of sitting in the position of leader of the royalist party. What do you say?"

"Good heavens, you're a treacherous minister too?" Earl Berry exclaimed in surprise.

Ernest frowned.

Earl Berry immediately changed his tune:

"But I don't think there's any problem. The leader of the royalist party should be the one with the strongest army. What do you all think?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Whoever has the strongest and most capable troops should do it!"

"I agree!"

Ernest nodded in satisfaction, turned around, looked at the pale-faced Wilson beside him, and smiled:

"What about you?"

Wilson's face darkened. He wanted to say something, but in the end, he resigned himself to his fate and replied, "I have no objection."

Ernest finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Alright, Your Highness's mission is now complete.

Once his trusted confidants arrive, the Wayne Party will be able to completely take over the Royalist Party, becoming a shell party that operates from behind the scenes. In other words, the Royalist Party will soon become, as His Highness Wayne puts it, "the distillery within S.H.I.E.L.D."

This proverb is really interesting. Ernest still doesn't understand what it has to do with a mole.

Chapter Fifteen: Vina: For Her Brother

The coronation ceremony began.

In the throne room, which had been reopened after nearly a month, a bright red carpet stretched all the way from the entrance to the end of the throne room. Nobles from all walks of life were lined up neatly about five meters away from the red carpet. On the left was Henry the Duke of York, and on the right was Ernest the Duke of Norfolk, followed by a row of nobles in full regalia arranged according to their rank.

Vina couldn't even name most of these nobles, even though she had crammed on the fiefdoms and family names of the various nobles when she went to the library last night. But in the near future, she would be forced to deal with these nobles, to survive among those scheming "big shots," to secure her position, to reclaim her lost power, and ultimately to restore Victoria's glory!

Together with Wayne!

Recalling the tips she had learned in the book, Vina couldn't help but smile.

This smile was noticed by Wayne, who had just arrived.

Now it's time for the nobles to enter. Once everything is ready, Wayne will reopen the door, then carry the crown and scepter out to the throne.

At that time, Ernest and his "Rocqueian SHIELD Brewery" will step forward, stand at the front of the red carpet, solemnly take the crown and scepter from Wayne's hands, and then announce that, in accordance with the Parliament and the ancient Victorian Royal Succession Act, they respectfully invite Her Highness Vina to inherit the throne and be crowned Empress.

Finally, Vina, dressed in her finest attire, slowly emerged from behind the gate with a confident and elegant smile on her lips. As if she had anticipated this and had everything under control, she walked past Wayne to the throne, donned the crown, and received the scepter, officially becoming Queen Victoria, and the mastermind behind the scenes who had been pushed out by the mastermind!

Everything was arranged perfectly. Wayne had come to see Vina to go over the script and make sure there were no unexpected problems.

After all, his eyelids were twitching so badly that Wayne had a feeling something unexpected was about to happen.

Hopefully, this won't affect my plans.

Wayne collected his thoughts, noticed the pleased smile on Vina's lips, and nodded in delight, praising her:

"Yes, Vina, that's the smile you'll be wearing in a moment! You don't need to say anything more, just keep this smile."

As long as you maintain this confident and cheerful smile, coupled with the astonishment brought by the bipolar reversal, everything will be perfect.

Just smile; the rest of the scheming types will fill in the blanks themselves.

Reminded by Wayne's voice, Vina was slightly startled. Her cheeks flushed slightly from Wayne's direct praise, and she turned her face slightly away, nodding.

"understood."

Such a cold response.

Wayne was slightly disappointed.

I did go a bit too far back then, but what could I do? I'm a die-hard fan of Wang, and if I didn't take the opportunity to kiss her, would I be worthy of lusting after her?

Between being a beast and being worse than a beast, Wayne would naturally choose the beast!

After all, look, even his father, who could break his own leg, is now smiling in the afterlife, moved by his filial piety. Victorian law doesn't prohibit this kind of thing either. It's more like Germany's Letania and Kazdel, where one princess and the witch king are having a good time fighting each other, while the other brother and sister are about to become enemies. There's no German orthopedic doctor who can take down Vayne's Noble Phantasm. If he doesn't fight, is Vayne even human?

No, Wayne is no longer human. He's a lion spirit now, a complete beast. You can't force him to be neither human nor beast, and make him transcend the three realms and the five elements, to be something worse than a beast, right?

The reason is perfectly justified, fully demonstrating Wayne's deep and sincere feelings for Vina. Moreover, Wayne had helped Vina out of a predicament at the time, so asking for some compensation is not unreasonable. In any case, it would be a fool not to take advantage of such a good deal back then.

So, this Cold War outcome was exactly what Wayne expected.

But this is for the best!

Feelings can be cultivated over time, and affection can develop naturally. But a coronation only happens once, and Wayne doesn't want to create a messy situation like "Kong Rong giving away pears" because of feelings.

Knowing that Vina didn't want to talk to him anymore, Wayne didn't want to stay any longer and create more trouble.

He glanced deeply at the tightly closed palace doors, closed his eyes, withdrew his gaze, and turned to Vina, saying one last thing:

"Don't be nervous. Although I can't be there for you in public, I'm always by your side. Everything is going according to plan, so I'll be going now."

After a pause, Wayne blinked and said,

"sorry."

"You don't need to apologize."

Vina answered anxiously, her tone becoming somewhat impatient.

This impatient tone made Wayne shake his head silently, smile helplessly, and turn to leave.

Vina thought she was apologizing for secretly kissing her?

No, actually Wayne was apologizing for putting her in the spotlight and using her as a shield.

However, Wayne certainly couldn't reveal the reason, and this would become his second secret since his transmigration.

......

Vina watched Wayne's departing figure for a long time, her heart moved. Several times she wanted to speak up and ask him to stay, but reason told her that she couldn't do that.

He apologized to himself in the end, probably because he felt guilty for having to hastily put his sister in this stressful position.

As for that kiss? What does that even mean?

It was just a kiss on the cheek, not even a first kiss. After thinking it through last night, Vina didn't care about such things at all. As long as Wayne wanted it, and no one was around, it was tradition for Aslan and his friends to lick each other's cheeks!

Vina looked at the tightly closed door with a touch of melancholy.

Wayne was standing right here, gazing at the gate and the world inside it.

That was his place; he should have been basking in glory today, becoming the Queen Victoria, the center of attention.

But for his dream and to save the country, he resolutely gave up the opportunity and entrusted everything to himself.

Wayne had been pretending to be completely indifferent to the throne, but Vina could sense from that one glance that it must have been a look of heartache and farewell!

He was prepared to give up everything and serve as a foil to the main flower.

But Vina could feel the resentment in Wayne's heart!

A surge of impulse welled up within Vina—she wanted to make amends for this sense of injustice!

The crown and scepter symbolize the king and power of Victoria. The one who wears the crown is the king, and the one who holds the scepter rules the country. The two are inseparable, hence the king is supreme.

But today, Vina wants to separate the two!

"Wait, I'll definitely give you a surprise, brother!"

Chapter Sixteen: Thank you, His Holiness the Pope, for your generous donation.

"Um, Mr. Wayne, where is this place?"

Mudrock, who was alone in the corner looking around, noticed Wayne walking not far away and immediately ran over to ask.

Something's not right here!

She sensed something was wrong the moment Wayne led her through the side gate into the palace. Although she had never left Kazdel in her life and didn't know what Londinium and the Iron Palace looked like, the imposing presence was undeniable!

Mudrock could swear on her life that she had only ever felt that solemnity and majesty when she gazed at the Sarkaz Black Palace in Kazdel from afar.

What exactly is this place?

Wayne smiled reassuringly, patted Mudrock on the shoulder, and said:

"Don't be nervous, mercenary. This is my home, my manor. Today is the day I officially inherit my late father's title, so as is customary, I will be holding a grand ceremony here. Many noble guests will be attending, some of whom I don't know very well, and some of them may even be my enemies..."

Wayne didn't utter a single lie, nor a single truth, and spoke without batting an eye.

"So, to prevent any unnecessary accidents or unpleasant incidents, I'm hiring you to help me keep order. If anything unexpected happens, such as someone trying to cause trouble, someone will call you in. All you need to do is bring the guards, go in, stand there, and keep the situation under control."

Mudstone blinked, and a knowing and sympathetic expression appeared on her pretty face behind the mask.

Although she wasn't a noblewoman, the gossip and family matters of nobles were always a topic of conversation among mercenaries, so Mudrock could understand situations like Wayne's.

She could understand Wayne's thoughts, and at the same time felt some sympathy for Wayne's plight.

This Victorian nobleman looked to be only in his teens or twenties, yet he lost his father at such a young age. He must have been heartbroken.

Even so, he still had to shoulder the burden of the family amidst his grief, inherit his father's title, and at the ceremony, he had to feign politeness and greet a group of noble colleagues he might never meet in his lifetime.

Nevertheless, those ruthless nobles might not let him go. He lacked a sense of security and wanted to hire a guard, but he dared not choose one in Victoria, which he was familiar with, for fear of being ridiculed for being cowardly and losing his family's prestige. He could only travel thousands of miles to Kazdel to ask for the help of a mercenary.

This explains why he didn't even bother looking for established mercenaries, but instead deliberately chose a newcomer who was unknown and didn't even want to show his face.

Wayne isn't stupid; he's just a pitiful noble boy who lost his father at a young age!

Gripping the warhammer Wayne had given her tightly, Mudrock, who already "knew everything," did not choose to expose the forced smile that Wayne had been wearing. She suppressed the urge to pull the small Wayne into her arms and nodded heavily!

If even a young man like him has such awareness, she has even less reason to expose him!

A surge of fighting spirit welled up within Mudrock. She looked at Wayne and promised, word by word:

"Don't worry, we'll definitely complete the mission!"