The Path to Lordship Begins in the North

At this time, King Gonzalez VI of Castile was unaware that his youngest daughter had set sail again, returning to the continent of Solon under the escort of dragons and the empire.

In Castile's eyes, the continent of Mu should now be riddled with holes from the dragon's breath, waiting to be conquered by other nations on the continent of Soren.

Although the Castilian nobles thought this way, and they were indeed secretly cooperating with the Avars to organize a fleet of ships for the open sea, the fleet had not yet set sail, nor was it even properly organized.

If you ask why, it's because of the squabbles between the nobility and the royal family. González VI's monarchy was like a straw hut, which anyone could stab in the back and could collapse at any moment with a kick. But now, a delicate balance has been achieved.

With the highest authority inactive, neither the nobles nor the royal family could convince the others, and no one could put forward a leader. Under these circumstances, the voyage plan was shelved, and Castile had to decide on a new leader first.

However, this situation will not last long, especially when there are huge profits to be made and all parties need to share the pie first. Soon, some people will choose to take the risk.

Garcia had a golden opportunity, because there was a demon general in his palace who had gained him a lot of support. Garcia's other brothers and sisters wanted to follow suit and went to seek support from other forces. At present, the royal city of Cattle only had Garcia and some relatively weak princes and princesses.

At this moment, Garcia was still hesitant. In the past few days, Garcia had been dreaming of ascending the throne as the next king, with all people revering him and his brothers and sisters submitting to him. This made Garcia subconsciously gather troops in the royal city of Catier. However, Garcia always felt that something was wrong and he was still hesitant. But at this moment, Daniel kicked Garcia in the butt.

"If you're going to do it, then do it! What are you hesitating for!"

Daniel is fully armed. In recent days, Daniel has completely gained Garcia's trust and even helped Garcia contact the surrounding demons. After all, the more chaotic the situation is for Daniel, the easier it is for him to escape.

Although he longed to continue to lord it over the country, Daniel had a premonition that the terrifying Northern army would eventually arrive. So Daniel decided to find an opportunity to escape as soon as he got the equipment and money, and while he was at it, make the country as chaotic as possible.

In Daniel's view, the capital of this country, Catil, had no inner or outer city system, and the garrison inside the city was composed of people from various noble families. The guards of the royal city were even less capable, and González VI could be brought down with just a kick. The difficulty of a coup was too low.

Not to mention the country's loose system. With the king's power severely diminished, the nobles don't care who is king. If Garcia really just wanted the title of king, he would have done it long ago.

As for what other forces will do—whether they will oppose it or directly lead troops to support the king—that's none of Daniel's business. He's already obtained a full set of equipment and a large reward thanks to Garcia's trust. Once the coup begins, he'll run away immediately! He'll continue running to the edge of this continent, to a place where no one will know!

For Daniel, the more chaotic Castile was, the better.

After being kicked by Daniel, Garcia was not angry at all. Instead, he made up his mind and said, "The general is right. The arrow is on the string and must be released. Even if I don't lead the troops in today, my brothers and sisters will find out that I am gathering troops. It is better to take advantage of the time when the others are not in Cartier."

Garcia slammed his fist on the table: "Ascension to the throne!"

On a dark and windy night, armies suddenly marched toward the palace, carrying torches. Spellcasters and cannons bombarded the castle gates. The guards, glancing at the sea of ​​flags fluttering below, offered little resistance and fled without even activating the castle's defensive barriers.

This was also Daniel's idea: to erect a bunch of random flags so that the people on the city walls couldn't see them at night, creating the illusion of a large and powerful force. But Daniel actually overestimated the castle guards' determination to defend. Even without these flags, the castle guards wouldn't have put up much resistance.

The castle guards had long been replaced. Although it was unknown whose men had replaced them, it was certainly not Gonzalez VI's men. Now that someone was leading troops to attack under cover of night, it was better to escape quickly and inform their master.

No one cared whether the old king, González, lived or died.

The attack on the King's Castle went even more smoothly than Garcia had imagined, so much so that when Garcia led his troops to his father's palace, González VI had only just finished dressing.

King González VI had no intention of fleeing; he simply wanted to see which child had rebelled.

After all, it would be difficult to escape, and even if one did escape, one would only be controlled by other nobles and become a puppet. It would be better to live more comfortably under the control of one's own children. So when González VI learned that someone was attacking the castle, his first reaction was to get dressed.

"It's really you."

King González VI looked his second son up and down and said, “You’ve acted too hastily. In a few days, your elder brother and younger siblings will declare themselves kings, and you will be surrounded by enemies. Garcia, you should be more composed. At least you should win over those nobles around Cartier and form an effective defensive network.”

Ignoring the old king's incessant chatter, Garcia placed the paper and pen he had prepared beforehand in front of González VI and said, "Old man, it's time for you to abdicate."

King González VI shook his head and sighed. In the dim light, he sat down at the table, writing down his abdication in favor of Garcia, and said, "From the moment you brought your troops in, you lost your legitimacy. Even my decree cannot change anything, but..."

At that moment, several gunshots rang out and several flashes of light appeared simultaneously, as bullets and magic pierced through Gonzalez VI from different directions.

The magical items on González VI immediately took effect, but it was clear that those spells were targeted spells, and coupled with González VI's old age and frailty, blood soon flowed profusely at the scene.

"Father? Father!"

Garcia had already planned it all out: storm the castle, force the old man to abdicate, and even if the nobles and other princes objected, Garcia would still be the rightful king to inherit the throne. As for winning over the other nobles, he could do so later in the old man's name.

But if González VI dies, the situation will be different. Garcia will lose all legitimacy at that moment, and his brothers and sisters will directly carve out their own kingdoms on the noble territories that support them and besiege the royal city of Catier.

At that point, the situation will directly become one where whoever enters Cartier first reigns supreme.

King González VI was already dead. Garcia screamed frantically, "Who did it? Who did it?"

But by this time, the spellcasters outside the window had already disappeared, and the musketeers behind Garcia who had suddenly opened fire had all committed suicide by poison.

In that instant, Garcia broke out in a cold sweat. The royal city had been infiltrated, and even his own troops had been infiltrated. Something was secretly manipulating the current situation.

Garcia walked to the table and carefully put away the half-written abdication edict.

This was a complete disaster. Garcia had never imagined this would happen. He had considered the worst-case scenario, but he never thought his father would die in front of him. He never thought he would go to such extremes. Someone was pushing him to the brink.

Looking back, from the moment I started planning this coup, it felt like something was controlling my emotions, even my dreams. Something was constantly guiding me, and my process of storming the capital was far too smooth.

Garcia instinctively put four fingers of one hand into his mouth, his jaw chattering.