“While the idea has merit, there’s a drawback,” Elijah said.
He went on, “For a new prince to ascend, we need the king’s approval and officials’ testimony. Without it, convincing people is challenging.”
He added, “Also, obtaining the king’s consent and officials’ testimony would take at least three days. In our current situation, we simply can’t afford to wait that long.”
“Really? Is it that complicated for a new prince to ascend?” Wyatt frowned.
He added, “Everyone knows Austin is Prince Rufus’ son. It should be a natural choice for him to become the next Prince of West Lucozia.”
“Yeah! They say desperate times call for desperate measures,” Tyrus chimed in.
“Do you two think ascending the throne is like choosing a mountain king? Just planting a flag, having a few drinks, and saying some bold words will get the job done? Don’t be ridiculous!” Elijah said, somewhat exasperated.
He went on, “The position of Prince of West Lucozia is not just about the people of West Lucozia. It affects all the people in the world.
“If West Lucozia is in chaos, the world will be in chaos. If West Lucozia is stable, the world will be stable.
“To put it bluntly, the weight of West Lucozia’s throne is not inferior to the king’s position. It’s such a crucial position. Do you really think it’s as simple as making a choice? Just sit down and become one?”
“Sir Valor has a point. Although I’d like Austin to ascend to stabilize the military, inheriting the throne is no child’s play. If it’s too rushed, it might backfire and give others an excuse to meddle.” Eloise shook her head.
Without proper procedures, the throne of West Lucozia carried too much weight. It wouldn’t count without the king’s decree and officials’ testimony.
“You guys are too bound by rules, overthinking everything and missing opportunities,” Wyatt retorted.
“If Austin can’t ascend now, once Julius ‘ army presses in, won’t we be done for? “Tyrus furrowed his brow.
“Sir Blaze, don’t you have another solution? Just spit it out. No need to beat around the bush,” Elijah said, looking at Lincon again.
“The second method is a bit more complicated and riskier, with a success rate of around 50%,” Lincon said.
“50%? That’s low but worth a shot.
What’s the plan?” Wyatt asked cautiously.
“Execute a targeted decapitation operation,” Lincon said, dropping a bombshell. He continued, “Right now, our biggest threat is Julius. If he dies, his generals won’t pose much of a threat. The crisis in the castle would naturally be resolved.”
“Decapitation operation?” Wyatt rubbed his chin, his expression serious.
He added, “It seems feasible, but the risk is too high. Julius has numerous troops and skilled individuals. Assassinating him is an immensely challenging task, given the substantial forces and formidable experts surrounding him.”
“Yeah! With the war already underway, Julius will undoubtedly be cautious and guard against assassinations. Among us, the strongest is only the Marquis of Silvercrest,” Tyrus said, looking at Elijah.
“Hey! Why are you looking at me? I’m not eager to go and die,” Elijah flatly refused.
Considering the ultimate grandmasters possibly present in Julius’s inner circle, attempting an assassination raised doubts about its possibility and posed significant risks.
Undertaking such a mission could have ultimately led to dire consequences for those involved.
“If the Marquis of Silvercrest won’t go, who else is suitable?” Tyrus furrowed his brow. He continued, “We don’t have anyone powerful and fearless enough to be an assassin. Where can we find one on short notice?”
“Let me go. I have some confidence. I can go one-on-one with Julius.” Jaxon suddenly stepped forward. 1
As the captain of the royal guards, his strength was approaching the level of an ultimate grandmaster. He might even have a fighting chance against a true ultimate grandmaster if he went all out.
