Chapter 227
Regressor of the Fallen Family
The rumors that swept through the royal capital in an instant further froze the already grim atmosphere.
â Now that even the king is dead, no oneâs death would be surprising.
It was natural for such thoughts to spread among the people.
Soon, even the ordinary citizens of the capital began to hesitate to leave their homes, and it wasnât long before they realized another fact.
â Now McLean is the ruler of this kingdom.
How the McLean family, and Logan McLean in particular, would act was now the center of attention for everyone both inside and outside the capital.
Those who felt the change in the world most acutely were, without a doubt, the nobles of the capital confined by McLeanâs forces.
Through the bars that held them, they could see the former state ministers, once imprisoned in the dungeons by the dead king, now walking the streets with bright expressions.
Soldiers with the flame emblem owned the streets of the capital.
The only ones who could walk about with their heads held high in front of them were nobles classified as Logan McLeanâs supporters.
Not long after securing the capital, the McLean family summoned those nobles to the grand hall of the royal palace for a meeting.
â Here and now, we will decide the future of the kingdom.
The proclamation sent a chill down everyoneâs spine.
At the meeting, weighed down with a heavy burden, the elderly minister, Palmen Terih, couldnât help but break into a cold sweat, wondering if he really belonged in this place.
âI should have said I still feel the aftereffects of prison and taken a rest.â
It wasnât a complete lie.
The pins and needles in his aching back.
The pressure on his chest made the aftereffects all the more real.
As he endured the pressure and stayed in his seat.
âMost of the nobility near the capital have sent their submission.â
âA majority? So there are dissenters?â
âOnly a few. They are the relatives of those appointed as state ministers by the dead king, but with the Duke himself handling it, it will be sorted out quickly.â
The McLean family had effectively taken over the country.
âNaturally. Even Esperanza has pledged their full cooperation; who would dare to rebel?â
There was no other force in this country that could compare to the McLean family.
Even an old man like himself was clearly aware of that, and others would surely feel it too.
âGood. Then itâs time to discuss the direction the country should take.â
Logan had declared himself the âtemporary regentâ and sat just below the vacant throne, prompting a chilling silence to fall over the grand hall.
All had the same thought in their heads.
It had come to this.
And their guess was not wrong.
âWe will now accept opinions regarding the new throne of Grandia. Any opinion is welcome, so let us discuss openly!â
Despite Loganâs words, no one dared to speak rashly.
Whatever they said, if it displeased Logan McLean, they could easily plummet to their doom.
But then, Palmen felt all eyes on him.
Among the whispers and glances of the nobility, there was a certain expectation, and eventually, Palmen had to take a deep breath and step forward.
âHaving been to prison, whatâs the worst they could do to me?â
The truth was he didnât have much attachment left to life at his age.
With this in mind, Palmen steeled himself and carefully began to speak.
âI have a suggestion, Your Highness.â
âOh, Minister Palmen. Speak.â
His knees shaking despite having lived a full life, Palmen took a deep breath and clearly stated his opinion.
âWhat if we seek out a collateral relative of the Grandian royal family and install the closest direct descendant as the new king?â
âHuhâ¦â
âHow could you say such a thingâ¦â
âNo, there is some merit in the idea, but stillâ¦â
The grand hall immediately became noisy.
Palmenâs focus was only on Logan at the high table.
His feeling of life shortening as Loganâs brows narrowed, and then lengthening again when he saw Loganâs slight smile.
âI just spoke the obviousâ¦â
The atmosphere flowed as if Palmen had said something terribly wrong.
But then,
âHmm. Thatâs an interesting suggestion. Any other opinions?â
As Logan nodded expressionlessly, Palmen finally felt relief.
However, at that moment, another participant raised an objection.
âEven if we seek out a collateral relative, how shall we rank their lineage? Patrilineal? Matrilineal? By degree of kinship to the late king? This issue is thorny as it is unprecedented.â
Another minister, Adam Morgan, who wasnât initially part of the McLean faction but had actively cooperated in the recent takeover of the capital, spoke out.
âThis guy?â
Palmen looked at him with a puzzled expression.
A young minister in his forties confidently expressed his opinion.
âIt might be best for His Highness Logan to found a new dynasty for the benefit of all subjects of this nation.â
The grand hall instantly fell silent.
While everyone had considered this possibility, Adam Morgan boldly voiced the difficult suggestion.
âIs he naive due to his youth? Orâ¦â
Had there been an agreement already?
Palmenâs wise old mind turned rapidly.
It would be strange for Logan McLean, who had killed even the king, not to covet the throne.
Likely, Adam Morganâs remarks had been prearranged with the McLean family.
Palmen was carefully observing Logan and the knightâs expressions when another, Count Roberts Floyd, cautiously chimed in.
âI too agree with Sir Adam. For the past few years, the harms inflicted by the Grandian royal lineage on the kingdom are immeasurable. The blood of a millennial hero has become so diluted itâs no longer that of the phoenix but of a common bird. As we approach a new era, it is fitting for âthe star of Grandiaâ to establish a new dynasty.â
Roberts Floyd finished speaking with a grand and traditional flourish, and as he bowed his head, the grand hall erupted into noise again.
âStill, the bloodline of a thousand-year-old royal family should be preserved, right? I think itâs proper to find and install a relative from the collateral line. Even if the new kingâs capabilities are somewhat lacking, wouldnât it be enough if His Highness Logan acted as regent?â
âWhy go through such a bothersome process? It would be better for him to rule directly. If we end up with the same problems as the late king, what then?â
âThatâs a problem that can be solved by a regency!â
âThen, why should we bother with such unnecessary steps!ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
The debate spread rapidly throughout the hall.
But amidst the bustle, Palmen caught sight of Robertsâs smiling face and felt certain this was all orchestrated by the McLean family.
âPlaying dumb to secure a justificationâ¦â
Palmen felt a touch bitter, realizing he hadnât even been part of this crucial discussion and was merely watching from the sidelines.
Especially considering that he was supposedly part of the same faction and was entirely excluded from the debate.
ââ¦Itâs time to retire.â
The tension he felt at the start of the meeting had now turned into bitter regret, consuming the old ministerâs thoughts.
While Palmen was coming to that conclusion,
âEnough! Everyone, quiet down!â
Bang! Bang!
Watching the increasingly heated debate among the ministers, Logan, with an indifferent expression, silenced the noise.
âNow is not the time to debate the throne! Since there is no consensus among the ministers, we will stabilize the kingdom first and decide everything afterward!â
His words seemed to indicate the end of the meeting.
But amidst the lingering effects of the heated debate, objections arose.
âYour Highness! It is not good for a kingdom to be without a king for too long. It would be best to reach a conclusion as soon as possibleâ¦â
Adam Morgan.
The confident young minister who advocated for a new dynasty looked at Logan, but before he could continue,
âSir. Did you not hear what the Count said?â
Dagrom, the commander of the McLean knights standing below Logan, chilled the air with his cold response.
Loganâs stern expression supported the knight commanderâs view, and Adam Morgan instantly bowed his head, turning pale.
âNo, I⦠I apologize.â
â The decision on the succession to the throne will be postponed.
Thus, the grand hall meeting concluded for the day.
However, immediately after the meeting ended, a petition movement started among the younger ministers, starting with Adam Morgan.
â Logan McLean, the star of Grandia, is the hero who will build the new kingdom. The kingdom will thrive only if he leads it!
This argument heated up the entire kingdom, starting from the capital.
â A perfect world under McLean has arrived.
While everyone was sensing this,
Logan received a report that weighed on his mind.
âHis Excellency, the Sword Master, has been transferred to the capital after emergency treatment.â
ââ¦Is he conscious?â
âAll wounds are treated, but he still hasnât regained consciousness.â
âThen ensure heâs brought to a safe place.â
âUnderstood!â
A safe place.
Loganâs expression was bitter as he uttered those words.
With the positions of the punitive forces and the rebels reversed, the leader of the punitive forces was now a prisoner who should be placed in jail.
The âsafe placeâ Logan mentioned could only be the most comfortable prison available.
âAllow any visit from Esperanza and inform me as soon as he regains consciousness.â
âYes, I understand.â
After sending the knight on his way, Logan sank deep into thought, sighing.
After a while, as if coming to a decision, Logan summoned Clayton, the kingdomâs sole magician, to the kingâs office.
âDid you call for me?â
âYes. There is something that concerns me.â
âWhat is it?â
âI thought the kingdom was stabilized, but there are still other forces left. And quite large âgroupsâ at that.â
Clayton was visibly confused by Loganâs words.
Other groups within Grandia that would deny McLean?
âWhy would heâ¦?â
Clayton hesitated with a complicated expression, but Logan clarified his confusion.
âThe magic towers, the towers.â
âAhâ¦?!â
âWe must integrate the command of the magic towers.â
âBut that wouldâ¦â
âClayton, the kingdomâs sole magician, should form a unified system. The towers are the kingdomâs strength too.â
âBut the towers have, by tradition, remained politically neutral.â
âItâs time to abolish that tradition.â
âWhat? But stillâ¦â
Reluctantly,
âLetâs start with the Earth Magic Tower.â
Hearing this, Claytonâs expression radically changed.
âThat sounds like a good idea, my Lord. Shall I take the lead?â
A swift shift in stance.
Sensing the magicianâs begrudging agreement, Logan nodded with a smile.