“Sir Eugene must be doing well, right?” the mayor of Maren asked.

“He’s a knight who won against 800 with 50. Besides, has he ever lost a battle?” Trevik responded reassuringly.

“Well, you’re right,” the mayor nodded with a relieved expression. It wasn’t that he had no trust in Eugene. It was simply because taking over the royal castle of a country was a completely different matter from winning a few battles. It would have been strange if the mayor wasn’t anxious, knowing that they could face a major transformation after the king was replaced.

“The arrow has already left the bowstring. Now, we have no choice but to wait for the results. It’ll work out somehow,” Trevik said.

“Hmm. Well, that’s why I wanted to say this, but… There’s no law saying that we just have to stand and wait, right?” the mayor asked back.

“What?” Trevik asked. The mayor lowered his upper body and lowered his voice, as if he were wary of anyone listening. It was rather strange for him to act like this because only the two of them were in the office.

The mayor whispered, “This is something I’ve only discussed with the merchant guild leader.”

“Yes.”

What was he about to say? The mayor’s cautious, tense demeanor caused Trevik to lower his posture as well.

The mayor continued, “Assuming Sir Eugene takes over the royal castle, the present king will definitely be disposed of, and a new king will ascend the thro...