Chapter 51
After giving instructions to Zephyr, Solinor finished the rest of the day’s work and waited for Zephyr to return.
However, when evening came, it was not the baby spirit that visited her.
“Princess, I have something to report. May I come in?”
There was no need to confirm. It was the green-haired maid and spy, Florina.
‘She has something to say to me?’
Solinor was momentarily puzzled.
The maids usually only reacted to Muriela’s words or actions, but it was the first time one had sought her out with a purpose.
Still, there was no reason to refuse.
“Yes, come in.”
Florina quietly opened the door and entered, bowing her head to her.
“What is it, Florina?”
When Muriela asked, Florina let out a deep sigh, then lowered her voice and began to act.
She was relaying a message from Corbin.
He hadn’t told her to change her voice, but she was unconsciously mimicking Corbin.
“I won the card game back then. If you have any objections, send a green letter.”
‘Card game? What is she talking about? I’ve never played cards with Florina.’
Muriela just stared blankly.
“What?”
“Never mind. I must have been mistaken. My apologies!”
Seeing Muriela’s indifferent reaction, Florina felt her heart sink.
Previously, she had delivered information about Katrina and Brandon’s whereabouts to Crown Prince Alfred, only to later realize that it should have been reported to Princess Muriela instead.
It wasn’t that she had misinterpreted the code, but rather that after Katrina and Brandon had been exiled, the numbering system used for designating royal figures had changed.
She had failed to consider this and acted incorrectly.
So, this time, the new orders from Corbin were clear—she had to deliver them accurately without mistake.
But Muriela’s reaction was not what she expected.
‘Did I get it wrong again?!’
Florina had yet to report her previous mistake.
Not because she feared punishment, but because she had hoped to cover for it by delivering this report correctly.
She had planned to include Muriela’s response in the report to smooth things over.
However, things were not going as planned.
Florina’s vision darkened as she turned to leave the room in despair.
“Wait! Florina! Stop!”
Solinor had finally realized the meaning behind the message.
‘The only person who would say something like that is definitely Corbin! It has to be Corbin.’
Even on his deathbed, he had spoken about card games.
He must have assumed that Solinor would remember that.
It had taken her a moment to process it, but Corbin was cautiously trying to communicate that he had realized she was Solinor.
‘It’s a relief that Corbin figured out my identity quickly. I can use Florina as a reliable channel for communication.’
The phrase about sending a green letter was also easy to decipher. It obviously meant she should communicate through Florina, who had green hair.
Now that she understood, Solinor knew exactly what to say in response.
“No, that was my victory. And tell him—raising a child is a truly difficult task.”
This was her way of expressing her thoughts about Eldric.
Florina, who had no idea what Corbin and Muriela were talking about, or when the two had even come up with such strange code phrases, was about to lose her mind with curiosity.
“Understood. I will deliver the message exactly as you said.”
After Florina left, Solinor’s thoughts drifted to the baby spirit she had sent to Aiorin.
‘If I had known this would happen, I wouldn’t have sent Zephyr.’
But she had already sent him long ago, and it was too late to take it back.
Well, it wasn’t like anything serious would happen because of it, right?
—
Meanwhile, in a remote corner of Aryen and Hadwin’s territory, far from the capital, a carriage drawn by two horses slowly began to move.
The one riding in the carriage was none other than the reincarnated and rejuvenated Grand Magician, Sylvius Peregrine.
Having just finished a secret meeting with his old friends, he was now on his way back to the capital.
Leaning back against the plush cushions of the luxurious carriage seat, he closed his eyes, intending to fully enjoy his rest.
‘The weather is nice. I should take a nap.’
There wasn’t much risk of the ride being too bumpy since they were traveling on a well-maintained road, and despite the recent deterioration in public security, the chances of being ambushed in a region managed by local lords were extremely low.
Especially in Hadwin’s territory—where he was not only the former Grand General but also still a highly influential military leader—no common bandit would dare to cause trouble.
If anything, Hadwin’s subordinates, or rather, Hadwin himself, would personally go and crush their skulls.
After all, the man was still in excellent shape.
However, contrary to his plan for a peaceful nap, his subconscious had already begun evaluating the results of his recent work.
‘Good. One thing has been handled smoothly.’
That “one thing” referred to persuading Aryen and Hadwin to start a rebellion. It was a major undertaking, but after revealing Solinor’s resurrection, convincing them hadn’t been difficult.
Although the old couple had retired and moved to the countryside, they were still deeply interested in politics.
Not only did they have a detailed understanding of how Eldric was ruining the kingdom, but it was clear they were deeply frustrated about it.
Thus, it hadn’t taken long to reach the conclusion that they would establish a new power base around Solinor and crown him as the new king.
‘Hadwin, who commands a wealth of military talent, will take care of the strategic aspects, so I only need to focus on the capital.’
That didn’t mean his workload was light. Since no one had anticipated Solinor’s sudden return, the preparations for the rebellion had only begun recently, and everything was being rushed.
If Solinor hadn’t come back, Sylvius wouldn’t have even considered rebellion.
It wasn’t that he didn’t love the kingdom they had built, but regardless of how incompetent Eldric was, he was still Solinor’s rightful successor and had once been his student.
‘As soon as I get back to the capital, I need to contact Solinor and Corbin.’
With Solinor, he needed to finalize concrete plans and establish a timeline.
With Corbin, he needed to reveal both his and Muriela’s true identities and use his position as Spymaster to gain as much cooperation as possible.
Ah, how exhausting.
Even though Sylvius had always been a laid-back person, his recent pace of work was surprising even to himself.
It was likely because his old friend and lord had returned—he couldn’t afford to slack off like before.
Once he reestablished his network in the capital and used Corbin to blind and deafen the king’s spies, he could contact his allies in the provinces.
Then, the forces they had prepared would swiftly march to the capital.
‘Can I sway about 20% of the bureaucrats? Maybe I’m being too optimistic.’
Before that, he needed to recruit as many talented individuals as possible from those who remained in the capital.
Given that he was a powerful merchant with ties to the Royal Court, he had the resources to gather many supporters.
It wasn’t just about money—there were plenty of bureaucrats who were utterly disappointed in King Eldric.
If he could win them over, Solinor would have no trouble managing the government once he took the throne.
‘And after that… things won’t get any easier.’
Thinking about the aftermath of the coup gave him a headache.
There could be revolts from the regional lords. Foreign powers might intervene…
If they rushed into the coup without addressing such risks, they could end up doing all the hard work just to have the benefits snatched away by someone else.
Still, there was no point worrying about that now. He would have to deal with things as they unfolded.
They simply didn’t have enough people to meticulously plan out every possible outcome.
Sylvius had only ever been a planner within Solinor’s party—he wasn’t the type to engage in overly complex political maneuvering.
And not just him—most magicians weren’t meticulous strategists or policymakers.
They were researchers, first and foremost.
His most enjoyable days had been when he was fully devoted to researching Soul Magic in his later years.
Even now, thinking back to those times made him happy.
And thanks to that research, he was now able to enjoy life again in a rejuvenated body.
‘Come to think of it, wasn’t the Silbrenoa Royal Magic Institute… shut down?’
It had been the very institution where he had served as Royal Court Magician.
Apparently, his successor had caused a massive disaster, leading to most of the institute’s magicians either dying or being crippled, making continued operations impossible.
As a result, Silbrenoa’s magical capabilities had fallen far behind those of other nations.
‘Until recently, I didn’t care, but if the coup succeeds… am I going to have to be Royal Court Magician again?’
How troublesome.
Still, as he finally closed his eyes, genuinely trying to sleep this time, a faint smile lingered on his lips.
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