The Military Princess Won’t Fall in Love with a Magic Scientist
Chapter 301 : Chapter 301Chapter 301. Logaris: Write This Down—Prime Minister Moran Fled North to the Demi-Human Empire!
The night wind swept through the ravaged valley, carrying the heavy stench of scorched earth and sulfur.
Everyone fell into a deathly silence. Their minds were all racing at full speed.
“Where will he go?” Aureus’s brows twisted into a tight knot, and his thick fingers unconsciously rubbed the hilt of his door-panel-like greatsword.
“The Valeria Empire?” Elena’s cool voice broke the silence.
As Astrelia’s sworn enemy of a hundred years, Valeria would absolutely be happy to take in a traitor who held the lifeline of an enemy nation in his hands.
“That is unlikely. For Moran, that option carries an extremely high risk,” Sylvia said, offering her own view.
“Valeria is indeed our sworn enemy, but they are not running a charity over there.”
“Even setting aside the pope of their Temple of War, they still have five Seventh-Tier powerhouses in their fighting prime.”
“What state is Moran in right now? Half-human, half-dragon, gravely wounded, and on the brink of death. In his current condition, if he goes there, he will very easily be stripped clean and devoured. After all, it is not as if spells capable of prying into memories do not exist.”
Her words were blunt and blood-soaked. Aureus and Elena exchanged a look, and they had no choice but to admit that this young princess had a uniquely sharp way of seeing the problem.
Logaris, meanwhile, did not pause. Countless pieces of intelligence flashed through his mind like pages being turned at high speed, frantically weaving together.
Moran, the Corruption Church, the conspiracy to sacrifice tens of thousands of lives on the Frigid Valley battlefield, the Black Dragon King’s Authority of Secrecy, and that strange dragon-transformed body...
Dragon!
One answer was ready to emerge.
“The Demi-Human Empire.” Logaris’s voice was not loud, but it carried a certainty that no one could refute.
Facing everyone’s searching and shocked gazes, he laid out his chain of logic with perfect clarity.
“First, look at the political foundation. Remington, the regent of the Demi-Human Empire, has always been one of the Corruption Church’s greatest collaborators.”
“Moran and the Corruption Church were practically wearing the same pair of trousers. If he goes there, he will have a ready-made base of support to receive him. He will not need to start from nothing.”
Logaris raised his head. His gaze passed beyond the barrier and fixed on the pitch-black night sky, as if he had already pierced through the layers of dark clouds and locked onto the foreign territory thousands of miles away.
“Second, and this is the most fatal point. The imperial family of the Demi-Human Empire has always styled itself as the ‘successors of the ancient dragon race.’”
“In other words, that nation still fanatically preserves the ancient traditions and worship of ‘dragons’ to this day.”
“Think about it, everyone. With Moran’s current half-human, half-dragon form, what kind of treatment would he receive if he went to the Demi-Human Empire?”
“I am afraid that not only would he not be treated as an abnormality, but he might even be honored as a distinguished guest by those fanatical dragonblood believers. He might even directly gain control over a portion of their highest authority.”
Logaris did not finish the rest of his thought. Add the Black Dragon King’s will to that, and even if the Demi-Human Empire was unwilling, they would have to think very carefully before acting.
The barrier fell into dead silence once again.
If a madman who controlled Astrelia’s core secrets and possessed the power of a dragon was allowed to gain a firm foothold in an enemy nation, it would be an overwhelmingly one-sided catastrophe.
Logaris was also calculating silently in his heart.
It seemed that the plan regarding Prince Alectos’s restoration of his kingdom had to be placed on the agenda overnight.
“We cannot wait any longer.”
Sylvia stood in the center of the temporary barrier and spoke extremely quickly.
“Moran operated in the Royal Capital for thirty years. His connections, hidden channels, and the moles he planted in every department will not automatically disappear just because he himself has fled.”
“We must release the news before those people can react and nail down the crime of ‘defection’ first.”
“Who will issue it?” Aureus asked.
“The Cabinet and the royal family jointly,” Dorg took over. “Issue an emergency decree in the name of the Acting Cabinet Chief, while the Royal Guard Command Office releases a nationwide wanted notice. The two lines will proceed at the same time—one through official channels and one through military channels.”
Sylvia glanced at Dorg. He had reacted quickly enough.
She did not object. She only added, “Write it clearly on the wanted notice—Prime Minister Moran colluded with demons from Hell, murdered His Majesty the King, and fled beyond the border in treason. The evidence is conclusive. Kill on sight.”
“‘Murdered’?” Elena frowned. “But His Majesty’s... true cause of death—”
“Grandmaster Elena,” Sylvia interrupted her in a calm tone.
“Father-King died because of Moran’s conspiracy. That is a fact. As for the specific details, they are not important.”
“What matters is that from tonight onward, everyone in the nation only needs to know one thing—Moran is a regicidal traitor.”
Elena was silent for a few seconds, then nodded.
At midnight that night, the wanted notice and emergency decree were issued simultaneously from the Golden Rose Palace and transmitted through the Magitech Communication Towers to every province in the kingdom.
The night over the Royal Capital was shattered.
The Royal Guard, fully armed, flooded into the streets and sealed off the Cabinet offices, the Prime Minister’s residence, and every known property under Moran’s name.
Aureus personally led the team and found three chests of encrypted correspondence with the Corruption Church in the basement of the Prime Minister’s residence, as well as a mysterious silver mirror surface—made of exactly the same material as the one previously seized at Scream Fortress.
The evidence was ironclad.
The news spread through the night more terrifyingly fast than a plague.
Before dawn, inside every tavern in the Royal Capital that stayed open through the night, every dim alley, and every noble residence where a Magic Crystal Lamp was still lit, everyone was discussing the same matter.
Prime Minister Moran, that man who had once held power over the entire court, had actually colluded with demons, murdered the king, and fled in treason.
The sky over Astrelia was truly about to change.
—And then, the sky truly did change.
The next morning, before the first ray of sunlight had even reached the dome of the Golden Rose Palace, the second bomb exploded.
“King Astrelia VI passed away several months ago. The one sitting on the throne was a Necromantic Puppet.”
This news did not come through official channels.
It had no signature, no source, and no trace that could be followed.
Not only that, but anonymous mailboxes in six major noble social circles were stuffed full of leaflets printed with the relevant evidence. In the three largest civilian magitech circles, the news was forcibly inserted and instantly detonated hundreds of thousands of discussions.
Sylvia received this news in the study of the temporary palace.
She was signing a provisional decree to freeze the assets of officials in the Prime Minister’s faction when Esmeralda pushed the door open, her expression extremely grim.
“Your Highness, outside... everything has fallen into chaos.”
Sylvia put down her pen, took the intelligence summary handed over by a Shadow Guard, and scanned two lines. Her fingers stopped.
Three seconds later, she handed the summary to Logaris, who was sitting across from her and drinking tea.
After Logaris finished reading it, he set down his teacup.
“Moran.”
It was not a question.
“That sinister old bastard buried this mine before he fled.”
Logaris’s slender fingers lightly rubbed the rim of the teacup. The letters that had been found during last night’s search flashed through his mind.
“The channels used to release the information are too scattered, and also too precise. Newspapers, noble circles, civilian forums—the three routes were used at the same time. This absolutely could not have been done on a whim.”
Sylvia closed her eyes for a moment.
The thing she had feared most last night had still happened.
They could use official channels to control the direction of the narrative regarding Moran’s defection. They could shape Moran into an unforgivable demon and the royal family into the victim. The logic would be sound, and it could even settle some accounts along the way.
But once the news that “the king died long ago” spread, the nature of the matter would become completely different.
It meant that the absolute authority of the royal family was false.
It meant that over the past half a year, every decree issued in the king’s name, every bill signed, and every official appointment approved would all be legally suspect. They might even be directly overturned.
Even more terrifyingly, it meant that the entire administrative system of the Astrelia Kingdom had actually been built on the signature of a corpse.
This was the most fatal stab in the back against the royal family’s credibility!
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