"...Maurice...Perigord..."

Whispering the name softly, Queen Anne's expression was a little dazed. It was not at all like Ludwig had just said that she had regained her sanity, but more like she had fallen into a short-term autistic state after suffering a huge stimulus.

But Anson was not in a hurry. The scarlet eyes of the other party had already explained everything: the queen could not feel the slightest breath of magic on her body. The only explanation was that she had most likely been hinted or influenced by a certain spellcaster, and had not yet

Get rid of control.

Even...this power may not have anything to do with the power of blood or magic at all.

From the moment he stepped into the palace gate, Anson opened his eyes decisively and limited his area to the indoor area. He used the black magic concealment skills he learned from the "Great Magic Book" to shield his aura from escaping and avoid being noticed by outsiders.

Of course, it doesn't matter even if they find out, Ludwig and Roman will definitely try their best to hide it for themselves... Anson is not worried about this at all, he cares more about how someone did it.

"...Maurice Périgord...Maurice..." The queen, with dull eyes, was still mumbling to herself and repeating it.

Suddenly, as if a certain memory had been touched, his pupils shrank suddenly: "No, he... this is not his name, he is not called this name!"

"He's not called by that name...he's...his name is...he's...he...he..."

Dense cold sweat soaked the Queen's temples and forehead, and she was shivering as if she was having a nightmare that she wouldn't wake up from, but she couldn't move.

Sure enough... After only a moment of silence, Queen Anne started her performance without changing her expression: "Unfortunately, it's still a step too late... Even I only escaped by chance and almost died at the hands of an assassin."

A look of astonishment flashed across Anson's face... If little Périgord had not lied to himself, then he could not have been in Clovis for more than six months.

"Today?" Anson, still smiling, immediately caught the key word: "When is today?"

"I……"

This is also a technique of black magic. A simple suggestion can put the target into a more relaxed state; after all, it is only when the target is undefended that it is more susceptible to influence.

The sound of heavy breaking of the door broke the brief silence, but only two figures walked into the palace. Almost at the moment they broke in, Anson, who had put away his domain, suddenly turned around and stood up, blocking the panic-stricken Queen Anne in the corner.

.

The queen smiled broadly: "It was exactly the courage he gave me to tell Carlos my truest thoughts that I came here, and then...and then..."

Snap——

"We have found out that the assassins are closely related to the rebels who mutinied. It is very likely that one of them acted crazy and recklessly."

Well, more than ten years?!

This is normal...according to William Gottfried's previous explanation, her memory and cognition are now severely distorted; even herself, who has become a blasphemous mage, will be affected, which is a pain that an ordinary person has to endure.

It's simply unimaginable.

"...Indeed, His Majesty mentioned to me before he was assassinated that he was vaguely aware of some forces with evil intentions and had summoned soldiers who were still loyal to him and the kingdom to guard the palace."

As she spoke, the queen, who was stunned for a moment, suddenly raised her head blankly and subconsciously looked at the remains of Carlos II.

Sera Vigil walked out from behind him, holding a roll of blood-stained parchment with the seal of the War Department on it and said: "We have found tangible evidence of collusion between senior officials of the War Department and the Old Gods.

…It was all done by elements of the Old Gods who were dissatisfied with the Kingdom, the Circle of Order, and the Church.”

The queen nodded after hearing this. From her point of view, she understood that there was a traitor among the mutinous generals. Of course, it was impossible and unnecessary to win in a head-on confrontation, but the two sides could not completely break each other's faces.

With compromise and exchange of benefits, this mutiny can still be ended.

Just then...

"Then what happened?"

Without any hesitation, Ansen opened his mouth with a smile and immediately blocked the body behind him and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, what next, how did that person bewitch you?"

Even these are all fake. With his age and identity... it is impossible for him to secretly sneak into the Osteria Palace for more than ten years to provide psychological counseling for Her Majesty the Queen.

Annie gasped slightly, and a flash of color suddenly lit up in her confused eyes:

"He is a very kind and pious abbot. He can always use a word or two to smooth away the pain in my heart and make me forget how life is in this palace and in this disgusting country.

It’s better to die.”

"The Seeking Truth Order received a tip-off that a senior official of the Ministry of War colluded with the forces of the Old Gods in an attempt to murder His Majesty Carlos Osteria, instigating the army to rebel, in an attempt to overthrow the Osteria royal family's rule over Clovis.

Bringing chaos to the kingdom."

"Exactly." Anson nodded slightly:

"Right now, the Storm Legion is ordered to station outside the Osteria Palace. The rebels resisting the mutiny threaten the safety of His Majesty, the Privy Councilors and Cabinet Ministers. Major General Ludwig and I were ordered to enter the palace to ensure that His Majesty

safety.”

"...Bewitched?"

"Why, do some people sound dissatisfied?" Under the shadow of the brim of his hat, Cole Dorian, with the corner of his mouth raised, waved his hand and staggered forward: "Don't worry, we are not here to arrest people, we are here.

Help you."

"hundred percent."

Anson raised his head and his resolute eyes did not hesitate at all: "Your Majesty, please rest assured that Major General Ludwig and I will definitely be able to quell this mutiny and allow Clovis City to successfully survive this extremely difficult winter."

Needless to say, there are definitely drawbacks to this approach, but after all, it is just wishful thinking on my part... Maybe Queen Anne is just a back-up for him, and maybe she didn't intend to do this in the first place.

This is of course not the assassin she is asking, but whether the Storm Legion can defeat the rebels. After all, no matter how little information is available, she still knows that there are as many as 300,000 mutinous troops, eight of Clovis' core main legions; the Storm Legion

No matter how powerful he is, he cannot be the opponent of all of them.

Now Queen Anne has realized that something is wrong, but the more aware she is, the less she dares to think about it to avoid falling into a state of mental control again.

"Bang--!"

In other words, Little Périgord can not only distort other people's memories and cognitions, but also manipulate and hypnotize others in this way; however, this method is quite unstable and will not only cause the victim to become insane and lose control of his emotions, as long as

If the other party's will is strong enough, it will lose its effect... Ansen guessed in his heart.

Anson lightly snapped his fingers, and the queen's expression paused, her body froze like a sculpture, and her panicked expression relaxed a little.

Of course, the more important thing is that once she loses control, she must face the extremely terrifying reality that "she murdered King Clovis"; so she must deny it, must avoid it, even if she deceives herself, she must be separated from that impressive and extremely separated period.

The memory is completely cut off.

"You did the right thing!" Black magic is not omnipotent, not to mention it is just an imitation that twists the law. Anson can only take the initiative to comfort the other party: "You are the queen of Clovis, and you are a respected person in the entire kingdom. No matter what

No matter what happens, you will never be wrong!"

"...Today, he told me that there is no need to continue to be patient and there is no need to compromise."

"If this is the case, the Tribunal cannot sit idly by and do nothing. Clovis Cathedral will also stand on the side of the royal family and actively assist in suppressing the rebels!" Cole Dorian said sternly:

"From now on, we will protect Her Majesty Queen Anne Herred and all members of the royal family; Clovis Cathedral will also immediately allocate a special low-interest loan to show the church's support for the secular kingdom against the power of the old gods.

Full support.”

After all, everyone is a loyal minister, and loyal ministers understand each other. Anson believes that if he does this, the "loyal ministers" of the Army Department who have died will definitely thank him.

"he……"

Anne, who was still whispering, suddenly had a sickly blush on her face: "I am the princess of the empire and the queen of Clovis. I should also have my own dignity, authority and even majesty. I should also have the freedom to

Restricting the freedom to express opinions should be a matter of course!"

And Anson actually has another meaning: even if the Holy See is really behind everything, Clovis can't afford to openly break up with them now; but anyway, the people in the War Department should be dead.

, it doesn’t seem to do any harm to let them take a few more scapegoats.

Memory tampering? Cognitive distortion?

Ignored by Carlos II, ostracized by the Clovis nobles, and almost unloved by any of her subjects, she had no confidants in the court, and was far away from her relatives... One can imagine the mental pressure that Queen Anne is under on weekdays, and it is completely okay.

Imagine that if there is a chance to talk, she will definitely seize it.

"Are you...Anson Bach?"

Anson hurriedly snapped his fingers again to calm the queen's mood slightly, but this time the effect was obviously not as good as before - even if she couldn't get excited, her expression was clearly out of control.

Before she finished speaking, she lowered her head suddenly and raised her trembling hands, looking at the blood that had solidified on them and the wounds scratched by the glass, her face instantly distorted...

"Oh." The queen looked at him meaningfully: "How sure are you?"

After being stunned for a few seconds, Queen Anne finally showed a bit of panic on her face: "I...what on earth did I do?!"

If I have to describe it, it's like a character is suddenly forced into the original complete story and appears seamlessly in all plots, replacing a certain character who should have existed every time, playing a crucial role.

It plays an important role, but the plot itself has not changed in any way...bringing that sense of fragmentation and disharmony into someone's memory, it can be said to be a strong will without having a schizophrenia on the spot.

Anson deliberately bypassed Carlos II and hinted to the other party that he was not the only one who knew about this matter; he was betting that Queen Anne was not a pure vase, but rather a person with certain political wisdom and sufficient political intelligence.

Understand the meaning you want to convey.

Snap——

"Is it you?"

Well, we understand each other, so there is no need to say thank you in person or anything like that.

"Time and time again, he saved me from the brink of suicide, telling me how much the Ring of Order loved me and was willing to listen to any gossip I had to say to him... Haha, without him, I probably wouldn't be able to survive to this day.

?”

"Your Majesty, don't be nervous. No one can force you or threaten you to do anything now." Anson continued to comfort him:

The queen who hesitated to speak twitched her throat, as if she was thinking hard: "...Yes, you are right, I did nothing wrong, I...I must have been deceived, but I did nothing wrong! I
To be continued...