Chapter 175 (1/2)

Navarre duchy’s capital, Avignon, got flipped over due to the monster wave.

The monsters frequently flocked to the border fortresses and threatened the soldiers’ stationed there, but it was the first time in Navarre’s history that tens of thousands of monsters attacked them in unison.

In the capital, was a fierce debate among the nobility over who would be taking responsibility over the current situation.

“What the hell is the military doing not being able to know the massive monsters attacking us?”

The army general, who was standing on the other side of the nobles’ conference table, answered the nobles who asked him, “We weren’t able to know? And wasn’t it the very nobles seated here who ignored our request for assistance at the border fortresses every time we asked?”

“No, when did we…”

“Count Cork did! It was why our Baron Caseron had died. Wasn’t it you all, you constantly refused to grant the request of the Commander of the border fortress?”

The nobles were very embarrassed by the general’s rebuke and condemnation, which made them make random excuses.

“Uhm, Count Cork is a royal and not a noble.”

“That was all ten years ago. Wasn’t it because of your men that he changed into a noble ten years ago?” The general asked.

“What? My men? What the hell are you talking about?”

“Why? Do you feel like drawing your sword?” Instigated the general.

“Hung, once I pull it out, I would do a lot of things. Just the number of monsters that I’ve…”

“All of you shut up!!” King Henry III, who was seated at the table, seeing the nobles blame each other back and forth, could no longer endure it and shouted.

“What is the situation, and you’re crying over who should take the responsibility? Shouldn’t we be talking about what measures we need to be taking right away?” King Henry asked.

Dozens of fortresses that were guarding the west border were all captured by the monsters.

Not just that.

The region of Cork and the other western territories were devastated, and with the endless march of the monster legion, they were now just four days away from Avignon.

If things went like the way they were, Avignon was bound to fall.

However, the crazy high-headed nobles had no countermeasures, nor could they come up with one.

The only thing they knew was the reinforcements would arrive from the empire, and the monster wave would slowly subside.

As the nobles kept on dotting one after the other, Henry III sighed.

“So, none of you has a solution,” Henry said out loud.

“We are looking for one, your majesty.”

“Aing, I don’t feel like seeing anyone of you. Get out!”

As Henry III pushed away his noblemen, he went out of the palace to cool his head and think of something.

It was then that he found someone which made his eyes shine.

A girl with a red braided hair.

Looking as cute as a doll, she was slender yet had curves which wasn’t common in the region.

She didn’t know that the king was near her. She kept intently looking at something that was on the ground.

“Uhm, what are you doing here?”

“Appa, mama is here.”

As the king approached and talked to her, the girl looked back at the man and bowed.

“Oh my, what are you looking at so intently, princess?”

The girl was princess Margareta, the daughter of Henry III.

By looking at her eyes, she looked like a girl in her late teens, but she was almost 30 years old.

It wasn’t like she was old, she had already been married twice, but her husband died early and had no children.

And due to that, there were numerous words that went around the palace.

But she was young, broken and clever, she would always give the proper advice wherever the king was struggling.

“I was watching the ants fight.”

“Ants?”