Poverty makes me capable of anything.

"That's settled then. So, Miss Olina, how about a date?"

Anran extended her hand to Orina.

What kind of hands were those?

With milky white skin, delicate and boneless, and without a single scar or blemish on her hands, even the Imperial Princess felt inferior when she saw this scene.

She wanted to touch those hands, but she still had one last hesitation.

"Are you really sure you can do it?"

“We have to try, whether it works or not, right? If we fail, I’ll take you to a world that the ancient gods will never find,” An Ran said.

Orina asked, "Is it the afterlife?"

I……

An Ran's outstretched hand almost turned into a fist and landed directly on Orina's chest.

Hey girl, being naughty will make you paralyzed!

"about!"

Orina placed her hand on Anran's hand.

Their hands were clasped tightly together, and Orina even took the opportunity to hook Anran's finger.

"..."

Anyway-

“Now it’s time to meet with those representatives. After that, although the ceremony won’t be very grand, it will still be necessary. We’ll have a grand coronation ceremony for you another time,” An Ran said.

"Ah."

The civilian representatives of Planet Sark finally met Princess Orina.

The meeting place was a small palace rebuilt on the ruins of the royal city, which was completed in just three days.

It was fast, but not rudimentary.

You could tell from the astonished looks on the delegates' faces.

After meeting with the representatives, Orina calmed them down and told them that peace would soon be restored to the planet Sark, which would be the beginning of the end of all the chaos.

"Three days from now, an important announcement will be made to the entire star system."

The most important news was undoubtedly that Olina would ascend to the throne of the Empire.

During this time, the transdimensional mechanics also rebuilt the network on Planet Sark. After finally making contact with the outside world, they also learned how thrilling the battle that day was and how powerful the beautiful woman standing next to the eldest princess was.

"The joint rescue fleet from various countries has also entered the Empire's territory. Those monsters won't be able to roam freely for long!"

The exciting news brought smiles back to the faces of the people on Sark Planet.

Everything is progressing in a positive direction.

But people in other parts of the capital star system don't think that way.

Vesa's hard-won fleet suffered heavy losses in resisting the Zerg and demon armies. The battle at the famous tourist attraction Sky Mirror almost decimated his entire army. Without the protection of his army, he would be finished once peace was restored.

Those who confront the ancient god Suraen head-on fared even worse.

The unexplained disappearance of Ronald, the Grand Master of the Royal Knights, has brought countless accusations upon the entire Royal Knights.

The Knights Order, whose original purpose was to protect the royal family, has found itself without its Grand Commander at a crucial moment?

The people below fought desperately against the monster's invasion, managing to salvage some dignity.

Those in the Royal Knights who knew the truth were now in despair. The Grand Commander had disappeared, and An Ran had reappeared alive and well, which meant the plan had failed.

After planning for so long, all they've gained is a mess, and they're very likely to lose even their current standing.

"Damn it, that bastard, as a main fighting force, he actually ran away all by himself!"

"The royal family has wasted so many years raising such a useless piece of trash!"

"The Royal Knights' monument to glory has been destroyed. How can he face the efforts of so many predecessors?"

The grandmasters of the Royal Council and the noble faction berated Ronald mercilessly, and the Royal Knights dared not utter a single word in rebuttal.

They were outnumbered and outgunned, and dared not resist.

They did consider turning around and leaving, but if they did, their reputation would be completely ruined. No reputable organization would dare to openly take them in, and they would become rats in the underworld.

It will be difficult to see the light again.

This is, after all, an orderly world. If it were the Dust Territory, a world where the strong rule, the situation would be different.

"Elder, we have received a message from Planet Sark!"

At this moment, someone walked in from outside, interrupting the passionate criticism meeting.

"Bring it here."

Elder Faulkner waved his hand, and a cuboid the size of a fingernail flew into his hand.

drop by drop...

After a few notifications, Orina appeared on the virtual screen.

"Princess, is there something you need?"

Orina bowed to everyone present before speaking: "The situation is urgent, so I'll keep it short. The Monster Alliance is coming on strong, and the Empire is facing a life-or-death crisis."

“Your Highness, you can’t just say things like that.” Faulkner frowned in displeasure.

"This is common knowledge. I know it, Elder, and the general public know it too."

Seeing that Faulkner was about to interrupt, Orina raised her voice: "The reason for this situation is that the empire is in a state of division. This division is not only territorial but also ideological. I know..."

Orina turned and looked around: "These people here, like Vesa."

She pointed, and everyone's eyes followed.

"I……"

How the hell did I become the target?

Visa looked completely bewildered.

"Although he was born into nobility, his political ideal was a parliamentary constitutional monarchy with the monarch as the symbol of the state."

Several cold gazes fell on Visa.

Faulkner didn't say anything, but he was very unhappy; Olena seemed very strange to him today.

How dare she speak to the elders of the Royal Council like that? Where is her respect?

"And there's Grandmaster Hewlett from the noble faction."

All eyes turned to the middleman, who stood calmly with his arms crossed.

"The ideal dual system of royal and noble co-rule by Grandmaster Hewlett."

Hewlett suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze sharp and piercing.

"As for the elders of the Royal Council, they naturally still support centralized power. Of course, I believe there are also many people present who support the consul's recommendation of a republic or a federal election system."

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Faulkner snapped. "Stop with your little tricks!"

"No matter what political ideals or demands you may have, once the empire collapses, all of that will vanish like smoke. So what we should pursue now is to unify our thinking and gather our strength to defeat the monster. To unify our thinking, I think we need a nominal leader. Only when the leader is legitimate can our words be heard."

Oh?

Faulkner looked at Olena with a mocking gaze.

"You mean to choose a new emperor?"

“That’s right!” Orina readily admitted. “According to the rules, the Royal Council has no right to interfere in military and political affairs, and nobles, unless they are political participants, such as Grandmaster Hewlett, cannot interfere in politics. And General Vesa, for example…”

Visa has a very big head.

Why is it my turn again?

"General Visa, being part of the military system, has no right to interfere in local affairs. Although it is an emergency, it is still not legitimate and makes it difficult to get all parties to cooperate. As long as we make up for this righteous cause, anyone who refuses to be dispatched will be considered a traitor!"

Orina emphasized the word "treason".

Faulkner frowned.

Orina's words made a lot of sense, but it was precisely because they made sense that I was unhappy and couldn't refute her with a righteous and furious rebuke.

"Whoever it is, as long as they are a direct member of the royal family and have a clean record, I will fully support them! Of course, the emperor of the empire must be in the capital star circle at this time. If he is not here, then the emperor chosen will be ridiculed by the world."

Ladies and gentlemen, we don't have much time left. The multinational rescue team will be arriving soon, and we can't afford to be completely unrefined then, can we?

"..."

Fuck you!

How cunning!

Faulkner was about to start cursing as soon as he opened his mouth.

Orina's addition was too cunning; she insisted on limiting the number of royal family members available to two directly within the capital star system.

One was Orina, and the other was the little princess who was with the fourth prince at the time.

Since it's a matter of choosing an empress anyway, why not choose Orina, who has a higher priority?

Moreover, strictly speaking, after all four of them died, Orina would be the first in line to inherit the throne.

"I agree!"

The Royal Knights were the first to step forward. "Right now, only Her Highness the First Princess meets the requirements. Once Her Highness successfully ascends the throne, we can dispatch the remaining expeditionary forces from the vicinity to provide support."

“That’s right. We must balance the influence of foreign powers and not let them take too much benefit from the empire.”

“Then I agree,” Hewlett said.

Sitting among a group of powerful figures, Visa felt a chill run down his spine. In the end, he could only raise his hand and say, "I agree with Her Highness the First Princess's succession to the throne."

Of those who remained silent, the most authoritative was the Royal Council.

Faulkner did not want to elect an emperor at this time.

He couldn't possibly declare himself emperor, so he was even more enamored with the current situation where he could criticize whomever he wanted.