"Of course, Your Highness," came the familiar voice. Though Tiran didn't have the leisure to figure out who it was, she breathed a sigh of relief when the pressure eased back to its original intensity. It was still difficult to move, but at least she could breathe better now.

"Thank you... huh?" Tiran looked up and saw that there was someone else beside Johannes, taking the old tome from his hands.

"No need to thank me. It's just this kid didn't control himself. I apologize," Heinrich nodded, "By the way, it's good to see you again, Your Highness Tiran."

"I can't say the same..." Tiran muttered and sat down cross-legged on the spot, "Looks like you actually took action, huh?"

"Your Highness already guessed?" Heinrich didn't seem very surprised.

"Yeah, but I didn't guess that my brother was with you guys," Tiran gritted her teeth, "This guy didn't hold back at all, betraying his own sister."

"Haha, you're blaming Brad Crown Prince wrongly. Your elder brother set up this trap to bring you here in order to protect you," Heinrich put down the tome and sat down in front of Tiran, waving his hand to Johannes, "You can go back now, I'll stay here and chat with Your Highness."

"Ah, yes, Your Grace," Johannes didn't linger and turned away, leaving the courtyard.

"Chat? What's there to chat about with a charlatan?" Tiran leaned against a pillar, slightly annoyed.

"A charlatan... Your Highness Tiran, how much do you dislike us? Even if you don't believe in the goddess, there's no need to call us that," Heinrich looked disappointed, as if it was the first time someone called him that to his face.

"Well, I'm sorry. I just don't think there's any need to be polite with someone who deceived themselves," Tiran rolled her eyes, "So, what do you want to say? Just say it."

"Just continuing our previous conversation."

...

Temple Church, in front of the Gusteberd Grand Cathedral.

Johannes, still in his priest robe, stood behind a silver-haired figure and finally draped a cloak over him. "Nervous, Your Highness?"

"Isn't that obvious? How could I not be nervous? I'm about to face my father! If I fail, even my father won't spare me," Brad's mouth twitched a few times as he vigorously rubbed his own face, his expression slightly excited.

"How confident are you?"

"To be honest with you, I think I have a fifty-fifty chance against my father," Brad fell silent for a moment and said seriously.

"Fifty-fifty... even with all the preparations we've made?" Johannes was speechless, "Your Highness, we're in this together. Can you please not joke about this?"

"I'm not joking. How do you think I got the title of God of War? Having a fifty percent chance of winning is already worth taking a risk for," Brad mounted his horse and suddenly turned to smile at Johannes, "But I'm sure of one thing, the world is going to change after this."

...

On Rongguang Square, the parade had already ended, and the King's speech was coming to a close.

The next event was... the appointment of the Crown Prince.

There had always been different opinions regarding the next successor to the throne of the kingdom. The King leaned towards appointing Tiran, the second princess, as the Crown Prince. However, the kingdom had never had a queen in its history, and with Brad, who had been groomed as the Crown Prince since childhood, still alive, many nobles and ministers were actually opposed to the King's decision.

"The next thing I am going to announce is something that many people are concerned about... who will the throne of the Kingdom of Milanía belong to in the future," Granzon said calmly, his voice steady.

Before Granzon could speak the next sentence, a wave of exclaims and the sound of... approaching footsteps suddenly came from the other end of the Triumphal Avenue below the palace tower.

Soon, orderly infantry formations marched down the avenue and lined up into four square formations on Rongguang Square. Each soldier of the Iron Wall Legion was equipped with fine armor, with longswords hanging at their waists. The front held shields, the rear carried spears, and on both wings were archers in a circular formation, ready to rain down a hail of arrows on any corner of the square at any time.

The ordinary people may just be amazed at the powerful aura and astonishing killing intent emanating from the soldiers, but the military generals on the stands all changed their expressions. As people who have led soldiers into battle, they could see that the equipment and composition of the four square formations of the Iron Wall Shield were undoubtedly standard war configurations.

When they recalled Granzon's previous actions of transferring the Cross Prohibition Army out of the capital and bringing in foreign armies, everyone felt uneasy. Your Majesty... what is your intention?

In fact, the answer was already in the hearts of every noble who opposed Granzon's decisions.

Deterrence. With four square formations of elite soldiers standing in the square, who would dare to oppose Granzon's decision? If at this time, someone with no common sense were to jump out, it would be like throwing themselves into the blade.

The stands in the square fell silent, and on both sides of the streets, the military officers responsible for maintaining order started to command the soldiers to evacuate the crowd that had come to watch, sensing that something was amiss.

"In the name of King Easton, in the name of your ancestors, Granzon Elis Yun, the 70th King of Milanía, declares this." Granzon addressed almost all the nobles, ministers, and military commanders in the capital, "The coronation of Tiran Elis Yun, the second princess of Milanía, as the Crown Princess of the kingdom."

Several ceremonial officials immediately swiftly recorded it on the prepared long scroll, their hands trembling slightly. They were writing history, witnessing the birth of the kingdom's first queen.

"Does anyone... oppose?" Granzon asked softly, his emerald pupils sparkling like sharp blades.

His voice echoed through the square with the amplification effect of the magic array, but no one dared to speak. At this moment, they realized that even if the sword had been sealed for more than a decade, it was still as sharp as ever when unsheathed.

For a moment, the vast square was filled only with the sound of fluttering banners.

Dong, dong...

On the Triumphal Avenue where the Iron Wall Shield Corps had just passed, the sound of fast and monotonous hoofbeats resounded again.

A few experts from the Royal Palace Guards next to Granzon also heard the sound of hoofbeats and turned around to order their subordinates to stop them, but the king just frowned and raised his hand to stop them.

The sound of hoofbeats grew closer, and a figure wearing a deep blue cloak, holding a war spear, appeared behind the formation of the Iron Wall Shield Corps.

Brad?

The King's brow furrowed tighter.

"Unfortunately, old man! I have to say one thing about your decision tonight... I, Brad Elis Yun, oppose!"

At this moment, Granzon's expression was indeed quite spectacular. Not only him, but all the nobles and ministers on the viewing platform below... were all stunned.

No one expected the Crown Prince, who had been missing from the capital for more than two years, to stage such a play.

"Brad, do you know... what you're saying?" In such a solemn occasion, Granzon could no longer use a nickname to address Brad. He frowned and his gaze bore into Brad.

Brad forced a bitter smile but met Granzon's gaze head-on. "Of course, I do, old man. I, Brad Elis Yun, oppose your coronation of Tiran Elis Yun as the Crown Princess."

Granzon fell silent.

He understood his son. In the previous exchange of gazes, he saw determination in that face that resembled his at least 80%. In other words, he could be certain that Brad was serious. He really wanted to contend for the throne.

"Why?"

Granzon repeated, "Why? You are not a power-seeking person, so why do you have to fight for it?"

"Why? Dad, you should know." Brad looked up at his father on the palace tower, opened his arms and gestured to the audience platforms around the square. "This is my reason."

...

"Why did my brother... do this?" Tiran stared at Heinrich and asked, "If he wants the throne, he could simply tell me, as I have no interest in being a king. Even if Dad gives me the throne, I can just give it to him, right?"

"Because His Majesty, the God of War, would not agree." Heinrich said, "If His Majesty, the God of War, demands that Your Highness cannot give the throne to Prince Brad, can you forcefully do it?"

"Fine."

"What?" Heinrich was taken aback.

"I said it's fine!" Tiran sneered, "You probably don't understand what kind of person I am. My old man can't control me."

Damn it, Your Highness, you're not following the script! Heinrich's facial muscles twitched slightly.

"Well, even if you don't want the throne, if the God of War King orders it, at least half of the ministers and generals will oppose Crown Prince Your Highness. So, he still won't be able to inherit the throne smoothly."

"My dad... Does he hate my brother so much? Refusing to let him inherit the throne? Could it be that my brother is not his biological child? Hmm... It seems that there were rumors. When my dad was fighting outside, my mother stayed in the capital and something happened..."

Stop it! If you keep going like this, it'll turn into an NTR storyline!

Even Heinrich couldn't help but almost shout out. Although he had already witnessed it on the day of the baptism, facing Princess Your Highness's magical imagination again still made it difficult for him to accept.

"How could it be because of that reason!"

"Ah, please don't mind. It's just subconscious, subconsciously assuming things."

...Subconscious? Heinrich began to wonder what kind of education could cultivate such a princess.

Wait, something seems off. I, I seem to have gone off track.

He forcefully redirected his thoughts. Heinrich took a deep breath, "The reason why the War King does not agree to let Prince Brad inherit the throne is probably because..."

"He has a dream."

Meow, meow, meow? Excuse me?