Alliance
As I sit in front of them, I can see that Crusch looks visibly down. Still, she continues to push herself to stay strong; I understand that for her, time is limited, but I still worry about her well-being.
I don't want to repeat the mistakes of the past.
After a few seconds of silence, I begin, looking at both of them seriously.
"The curse placed by Frey Karsten wasn't just any curse," I begin, watching Reinhard, who has a look of barely contained rage on his face.
It's not rage directed at me, but at his own sense of duty.
"This curse wasn't meant for Crusch. Somehow, it seems like Frey expected me to be the one to remove it."
"How did he know you had that power?" Crusch asks, her intense gaze making it clear she expects a completely honest answer.
I close my eyes for a moment, reflecting before I respond.
"The factor of sloth, the Unseen Hand... I acquired the sloth ability after killing its previous holder. It seems they have a way of identifying who has inherited the sins' powers."
Crusch's eyes widen in surprise.
Emilia already knew this truth, but I needed to tell Crusch, and now Reinhard as well. He watches me unreadable, but I know this is the right time to speak, frankly.
"Before you consider attacking me, you need to recognize that none of your blessings identify me as an enemy. You know I'm not someone you need to worry about, and besides, I've already made this power my own," I say, clenching my hands as the miasma within me is contained by my strong spiritual mana. "I can accept the powers of sin in my body, which means that as long as I'm alive, those powers can't be reclaimed by the cult. It's an advantage: no archbishops will be reborn with those powers, and I can use them against them."
Reinhard nods slightly, though doubt still lingers on his face.
"Certainly, though I still have many questions."
"I'll answer them when you invite me to dinner," I say with a small smile, and he returns one, as if he expected that response.
Crusch watches me, serious and sad, without asking any more questions. Emilia has positioned herself by her side, her expression reflecting a steely resolve; she seems to have blocked out any other distractions.
"For now, let's put Frey Karsten aside. If that's how he acts, the best course of action is not to escalate the situation." I cross my arms, and both Crusch and Reinhard nod. "Crusch, I need you to strengthen the defense and attacks with the information during the trial. It's time for me to confess."
"I think it's better if, before confessing, we do what I mentioned. I know you plan to start strong, but if you want to win over the jury, it's better if your words have visual support," Crusch says seriously, pointing to the communication device.
Crusch's idea is irrefutable.
Her proposal resonates like a solid strategy, much better grounded than what I had planned.
"I don't think it's necessary to go that far in a preliminary moment, not now that you're weak," she warns me, her eyes shifting threateningly between me and Emilia. "If there's a visual impact, your words will be treated like real testimony."
If we really want to win over the jury, I have to admit that what she suggests is the right course of action.
'As expected from Crusch Karsten.'
"I understand. Let's do as you suggest," I nod, then turn my attention to Reinhard, who looks uneasy, his concern evident on his face.
"If you truly want to help, if you don't want to feel like a bystander in this crisis, it's time for you to take charge with the right people."
Puck's words come to my mind, teachings that have gained weight in these moments of uncertainty. 'It's time to let others take the reins.'
Reinhard has the ability to change the course of things, but he's missing the right spark. There are deep wounds within him, caused by conflicts with his father and grandfather, and the tragic death of his grandmother.
His fate has been shaped by a constant absence in crucial moments, as if a bitter luck has been following him.
It's time to break that chain, to give direction and purpose to his power.
"There are many lives at stake, Reinhard. If anyone should be the next leader of all the knights, it's you, Reinhard van Astrea," I say, looking him straight in the eyes. He nods, though a trace of doubt still lingers on his expression. "Marcus Gildark will step down once he sees you're fit to take command."
'He deserves it, and he has life goals to fulfill.'
I know Reinhard yearns for a life without pressure, a peaceful existence, far from the enormous expectations the world has placed on his shoulders.
But right now, his presence is crucial for everyone.
"If you ever feel like you've made a mistake, don't hesitate to tell me," I say, smiling as I wink and raise my fist. "Remember, together we're stronger."
For Reinhard, the most important thing is being treated like one of us, as an equal. Because even though many see him as a god, he's still human. That humanity, that slight imperfection, is what makes him truly strong.
"I understand. I'll let you know if it happens," he replies, bumping his fist against mine before standing up, ready to fulfill his duty. With natural elegance, he bows to everyone. "I'll take my leave. If you need me, I'll be at your disposal."
Reinhard leaves, determined to gather all the necessary information about the knights' condition and the current situation. With his near omniscience, I know there won't be a traitor who slips past his gaze.
We three remain, surrounded by a silence that, paradoxically, is heavy with unsaid words.
"How much longer until our allies arrive?" I finally ask, breaking the stillness.
"You've been unconscious for about an hour," Crusch replies, bringing a hand to her chin. "We requested extra time due to your condition, but we have just under two hours left. The second phase will begin at dawn."
A wave of relief washes over me. That gives us time.
"Then we have time. Are you alright?" I ask, looking at her closely.
"Crusch... I really want to help you," Emilia interjects. Her gaze pierces Crusch's shell, touching a part of her that few ever reach.
While I tend to keep some distance from others, Emilia has this innate ability to reach their hearts.
It's not that she tries; it's just who she is.
"I..." Crusch lowers her gaze to her hands, clenching them tightly. "I owe both of you an explanation, and I will give it. Being on the edge of death has made me realize many things, but I need to organize my thoughts."
It's a clear and firm answer, very much in Crusch's style.
"For now, I need to focus on what's happening. Later, when this is over, I'd like to take a break."
I nod, fully understanding her stance. There's no point in pushing a conversation when she's made it clear she's willing to speak when the time is right.
"I'll gather the others; they must be waiting," Emilia says, standing up with a bright smile. "Won't be long."
Crusch and I are left alone while Emilia goes to find our allies.
We take the opportunity to straighten the room, putting the furniture back in place and removing the broken pieces.
Preparing for this meeting isn't just about organizing the space; it's also a way of cleaning the atmosphere for what's to come, a trial where a superficial victory won't be enough.
Winning this case won't be hard with the evidence we have, but our goal goes beyond that: we're after justice, not just punishment. Harald must receive an exemplary sentence, and for that, every piece of evidence we present has to be so undeniable that no one, not even the most skeptical, can ignore it.
Garfield and Felt will take risks to provide decisive proof.
They'll arrive for the second phase, just after my confession. We know the consequences could be dangerous, but we also know the success of this strategy is crucial to ensuring there's no impunity.
Finally, Emilia returns with our guests, greeting them with a warm smile.
Her gesture is important; her image has often been the subject of prejudice, but her friendliness helps the attendees feel at ease. Those who came because of her, at least, are open to listening.
As for the rest, well, Emilia knows how to win them over.
"Count Marco!" a voice calls out from the back, and as I see him, I immediately recognize the man approaching.
"Lord Lancaster! It's a pleasure to see you," I reply, grinning widely and shaking his hand firmly.
The stiffness in his posture eases, and his hard expression softens into warmth. I still remember his direct support during the battles we've fought. He didn't need Roswaal to show he was on our side, something I've always respected.
Lancaster removes his canotier, revealing his orange ears, and his expression turns somber.
"I heard about the battle, and I tried to help by sending food." He grips his hat with both hands. "I didn't imagine things would get so bad. I feel like my contribution wasn't enough."
Lancaster is an unusual noble; his wealth comes straight from the land. He owns vast estates dedicated to livestock and agriculture, and though he could live comfortably without working, he still tends to his fields with his own hands. Without him, many in the kingdom would struggle to get food.
"You don't have to apologize, Lord Lancaster," I say, taking his hand. "Your help is always welcome, no matter how much or how often it comes."
He nods, a fierce and determined smile appearing on his face.
"I came as soon as I heard about the trial. I hope to hear good news and see that corrupt duke get what's coming to him."
People like Lancaster give meaning to this fight. They're the ones who know hard work firsthand, who face difficulties with their own sweat. I guide him to a seat as more people arrive.
With each one, we exchange cordial greetings.
Every one of these twenty people filling the room is part of the kingdom's productive backbone: mine owners, fertile landowners, merchants. Some earned their names through physical labor, others with their minds. They are all potential allies, and our task today is to secure their support not just for the trial, but to forge alliances that will bear fruit in the long term.
Emilia and Crusch stand beside me, while the attendees watch us expectantly.
This is a political opportunity we must seize fully. Although they are jurors, our interaction here isn't illegal, the final decision rests with the judges.
Our job is to convince them to show them our dedication and sense of duty.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we've called this small gathering to present you with a formal proposal," I say, keeping a calm expression as I pull some papers out of a briefcase. I look at each of them with determination. "You've worked with Irlam since the beginning—some of yours for only a few weeks, but we've all forged bonds of cooperation and trust in this time."
I bow slightly, and Crusch and Emilia do the same, a gesture of respect that doesn't go unnoticed.
"Thank you for trusting us," I add, standing tall and speaking firmly. "Today, we want to propose something beyond a simple collaboration: those who wish to stay with Irlam may form a coalition under the leadership of the candidate for the throne here present."
Irlam has grown with Emilia as its public face. It's something everyone knows, constantly reflected in the newspapers circulating around the kingdom. Her figure, though controversial to some, has been the driving force behind our progress.
"I know many of you may be reluctant to consider this proposal, and I understand that completely," I add, observing the attendees' expressions.
We know today we are fighting not only for the trial, but for the loyalty and respect of key people. This is a battle we must win with words, solid reasoning, and, above all, the promise of fair and necessary change.
Most people still view Emilia with distrust, even disgust, because of her appearance—a barrier we've managed to overcome in commerce but that still complicates political relations.
But Emilia stands firm, aware that her long-term vision will be her greatest weapon.
"As you can see, Irlam is and will continue to be the target of those who hold power. It's not just me who's affected; it's all my people," I say, clenching my hands to steady my heartbeat. "We'll keep facing those who don't seek the common good, who are tied to the cult and its purposes, with more force each time."
Emilia takes the floor with an imposing posture, her gaze sweeping the room with determination.
"As a candidate for the throne, my goal is to build a world where everyone has the chance to show their best, where effort is truly rewarded," she declares, her words resonating with a sincerity that is hard to ignore. "A place where money is used to improve our people's lives. As queen, my priority will always be transparency, and that's why our standards are strict."
The attendees begin to review the contracts in their hands, which detail the terms for forming this coalition under Emilia's leadership. The conditions are the same for everyone and make it clear that those who choose to join will be required to meet the following:
1. Publicly show their support for Emilia as a candidate for the throne.
2. Demonstrate to General Crusch Karsten that you are not involved in cases of corruption, malicious murder, rape, or other crimes.
3. Attend monthly meetings in Irlam to strengthen coalition cohesion and commitment.
4. Contribute funds for publicity strategies and other needs under a direct loan to the candidate, which will be repaid once the royal selection is complete.
5. Promote Irlam's army, as well as the academy and related activities, in any fief, town, or city under their command.
6. Fund the construction of an educational center in their communities to teach literacy and math to the population.
The conditions are clear, the proposal ambitious. This alliance seeks not only political support; its ultimate goal is to ensure progress in all sectors. To overcome the challenges ahead, we need people willing to share their knowledge and willing to learn.
"Without everyone's collaboration, we won't be able to adapt or grow at the pace the future demands."
Emilia continues, her voice steady, her gaze inspiring.
"We will build a society where everyone can give their best, because my priority is the well-being of my people," she says, smiling as some of the attendees look on, surprised. "From the person who sells in the marketplace to the farmer who tills the land, from the scholar studying magic to the laborer building our homes—everyone is equally important. Our responsibility is to guide each citizen toward a better future."
She extends her hand in a symbolic gesture, as if inviting everyone to take it.
"My duty as the future ruler will be to lead the people to reach their full potential. I'm committed to creating a better future for all, but for that, I need your support."
I close my eyes for a moment, satisfied, letting a small smile creep onto my lips. 'That's my Emilia.'
A silence stretches across the room for a second, as if every person present is processing the weight of her words. And then, spontaneously:
CLAP!
Emilia opens her eyes, surprised.
CLAP!
CLAP!
CLAP!
Her smile lights up, filling the hall with warmth. Applause fills the room, and at that moment, it's clear her ideals have reached everyone.
With her simplicity and strength, Emilia has shown herself as the person many want to see on the throne, someone who genuinely wants to build an equal world where everyone can aspire to a better future.
Today, she's begun to lead these people toward that vision.
"Brilliant." A woman in a top hat stands up, looking at the others with deep joy. The elegance of her fluid movements and the way her black dress flows captures everyone's attention.
I think I remember her; Otto mentioned someone like her to me once.
"I established a relationship with Irlam with the fear that, being tied to a half-elf, it might be a source of destruction and chaos." Her firm, smiling gaze makes her words sound sweet. "I sell cooking utensils produced in Irlam, made with my own designs. I was never interested in the stories about the candidate for the throne, about how she went around visiting places, observing, and helping wherever she could."
At first, Emilia started these visits just to gain experience, but then they became her routine. While I managed the paperwork, Emilia devoted herself to visiting and winning over the people.
In the beginning, she hid her face; later, she decided to face reality. Step by step, people began to see beyond their prejudices and discovered that the Emilia standing before them was genuinely trying to help them.
Until she became who she is now.
A bright star that no one can extinguish.
'The right job for the right person.'
"I never believed those words, but hearing them today, I can see they were true." The woman hands the signed contract to Emilia. "You have my support, future queen."
Emilia accepts the contract with deep joy and bows to the woman.
"Thank you very much, Miss Vanessa." Emilia smiles brightly, and I find myself surprised.
It seems my queen did her homework.
This alliance isn't just to gain support; it's a declaration of intent. From today on, we stop acting discreetly and start gathering the power that will take us to the throne.
Everyone present signs the contract.
This was to be expected, as these people represent key sectors of production, and we've thoroughly researched their backgrounds.
We observed their dealings with staff, assessed their skills, and studied their projects.
That's why the conditions are both strict and beneficial:
1. Priority in Irlam's production: Orders placed by coalition members will have priority in the production and distribution of essential goods, ensuring continuous and quick supply to their territories and businesses.
2. Exclusive, secure trade routes: Dedicated trade routes will be established for exchanges between coalition territories, optimizing delivery times and guaranteeing safe transport of goods. These routes will have additional protection against possible ambushes or sabotage.
3. Joint investments and financial support: Allies who actively commit to the coalition's objectives will receive priority in funds designated for joint projects, such as infrastructure improvements, agricultural development, or commercial expansion, promoting equitable growth among all members.
4. Preferential access to advanced technologies and training: Allies will have exclusive access to education and training in technological and magical advancements developed in Irlam, allowing for the modernization of their production processes and the development of a more skilled workforce.
5. Support in infrastructure and military defense: Allied territories will receive preferential support in strengthening their defenses and key structures, including the construction of walls, fortified roads, and armed detachments. This commitment ensures stability and protection against both internal and external threats.
6. Access to advanced knowledge and magical training: Coalition members will enjoy priority access to a network of advanced magical information and training in Irlam, allowing their territories to have specialists in magic and technology who will contribute to the security and prosperity of the kingdom.
The strategy is to attract those who understand that the progress of their people is also their own advancement. We're not looking for a multitude of superficial alliances but strong, meaningful bonds.
We want powerful allies; and for those who oppose us, to transform or eliminate them entirely.
"Everyone here understands, at least partially, the situation with the cult. Today, they're more active than ever." I look around, making sure everyone is listening. "You need to know that the Witch's Cult doesn't act in service of the Witch of Envy. That was the purpose of the Archbishop of Sloth, who was eliminated by our forces. That's why we now know so much about these monsters' ways."
'A small lie to make them believe the truth.'
The expressions around me grow tense.
I can see on their faces how hard it is to process the gravity of the situation.
"As members of this coalition, you all need to understand that the cult is unpredictable. Their attacks can happen at any time and place. Each archbishop has a unique goal, their own style. To prepare, we've set up an anonymous reporting system using encrypted messages, which will be sent to our new military outposts for protection."
A solid support and communication network will give us a crucial advantage.
"The Archbishop of Sloth was our most active enemy, but each archbishop has a different way of operating. Soon, we'll have a private meeting to discuss each known one in detail—their possible appearances, threats, and strategies for surviving encounters with them."
My goal is for as many people as possible to survive.
I'm prepared to reveal specific defense tactics, readying them so that, if attacked, there will be enough lives protected.
I can't predict the future, but I must make sure to minimize the damage.
That's why we've formed this alliance.
Suddenly, the door opens, and a figure enters the room. Her violet hair stands out in the crowd, her elaborate hair ornaments floating gracefully, and Hetaro and Julius follow close behind.
Her smile is that of someone who already considers herself victorious, and every movement she makes signals that something important is about to happen.
"The head of the Hoshin Merchants Guild will temporarily join us to face the threat of the Witch's Cult."
Attracting Anastasia wasn't easy, but my approach with her is unique. I shared some information about the cult's recent movements. Priestella is in imminent danger, something she only realized with the evidence I provided.
The cult seems to be searching for something specific… something Echidna told me about.
'They're after a treasure I left in Priestella.'
I must get it for Echidna before the cult does. And, more importantly, I need to prevent a tragedy where hundreds, maybe thousands, could lose their lives.
But our army is at a disadvantage, and I need to rally as many forces as possible.
Anastasia and I will have to delve deeper into our plans, though this trial has made things complicated.
"The Witch's Cult is a considerable obstacle to my business, so I benefit from an alliance with those willing to face it." Anastasia smiles, exuding confidence as she addresses everyone. "I may be a candidate for the throne, but above all, I'm a merchant."
Her presence here makes our commitment to fighting the cult unmistakable.
After all, everyone in the nobility, and many outsides of it, knows the influence of the largest merchant guild in Priestella. And they also know Anastasia's ambition well.
DING! DONG!
The bell rings, filling the room and signaling it's time to move forward.
"Are you ready?" Crusch looks at me with a determined smile.
My heart beats hard, my hands trembling with tension.
"I am. More than ever."
I'll use everything to bring this to an end; we'll deal the greatest blow in history.
I'll bring down a sage and a duke at the same time.
History will be made in Lugunica.