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The General rubbed his moustache in thought.
"Therefore we have two possible claimants to the throne, one male of bastard line and one female of legitimate line. Both can wield the Crown Blade..."
"We should take in account the blessing of Troy. Only several people received it and the last one was Empress Helra. Clearly the boy needs to ascend the throne."
"What do we do about Grifen? They slip a word and we might have a whole Masallan family of claimants." The Spymaster grinned widely.
"Oh, that can be fixed in a flash." Other people looked at Spymaster with fear in their eyes, but when the blue-haired man tried to stand up, Carlinn's hand kept him seated.
"The husband of the miss will be Imperial Advisor, the Emperor's right hand. The girl herself might be Imperial Sister or whatever the tile Masalla was given few decades ago before she was made Duchess. The boy shall be our new Emperor. Three people in charge, with one on the throne, two behind the curtains. Yes, it's about time for some change. I would rather throw my lot in this Kretosian bastard than see Yurgen's conduct, the civil war and the Church slowly grind the authority of the Throne to dust. Do we agree on this?" "Yes, mmm, yes, that could do." "I agree."
"So be it!" In contrast, the Spymaster just shrugged with a smirk.
"Julius, Grifen, if I remember your names correctly - you are not to speak of the girl's lineage, nor mention anything you learned about Troy V to anyone, except maybe Grifen's husband. If anybody asks, Grifen is a child of some distant bastards that wouldn't allowed to rule even if they tried to. I hope that is understood." General, and others, awaited the response from the youths.
