Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227

The rumors that swept through the royal capital in an instant further froze the already grim atmosphere.

– Now that even the king is dead, no one’s 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 wasn’t long before they realized another fact.

– 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 McLean’s 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 McLean’s supporters.

Not long after securing the capital, the McLean family summoned those nobles to the grand hall of the royal palace for a meeting.

– Here and now, we will decide the future of the kingdom.

The proclamation sent a chill down everyone’s spine.

At the meeting, weighed down with a heavy burden, the elderly minister, Palmen Terih, couldn’t help but break into a cold sweat, wondering if he really belonged in this place.

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It wasn’t 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.

“Most of the nobility near the capital have sent their submission.”

“A majority? So there are dissenters?”

“Only 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.”

The McLean family had effectively taken over the country.

‘Naturally. Even Esperanza has pledged their full cooperation; who would dare to rebel?’

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.

“Good. Then it’s time to discuss the direction the country should take.”

Logan had declared himself the ‘temporary regent’ 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.

“We will now accept opinions regarding the new throne of Grandia. Any opinion is welcome, so let us discuss openly!”

Despite Logan’s 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.

‘Having been to prison, what’s the worst they could do to me?’

The truth was he didn’t have much attachment left to life at his age.

With this in mind, Palmen steeled himself and carefully began to speak.

“I have a suggestion, Your Highness.”

“Oh, Minister Palmen. Speak.”

His knees shaking despite having lived a full life, Palmen took a deep breath and clearly stated his opinion.

“What if we seek out a collateral relative of the Grandian royal family and install the closest direct descendant as the new king?”

“Huh…”

“How could you say such a thing…”

“No, there is some merit in the idea, but still…”

The grand hall immediately became noisy.

Palmen’s focus was only on Logan at the high table.

His feeling of life shortening as Logan’s brows narrowed, and then lengthening again when he saw Logan’s slight smile.

‘I just spoke the obvious…’

The atmosphere flowed as if Palmen had said something terribly wrong.

But then,

“Hmm. That’s an interesting suggestion. Any other opinions?”

As Logan nodded expressionlessly, Palmen finally felt relief.

However, at that moment, another participant raised an objection.

“Even 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.”

Another minister, Adam Morgan, who wasn’t initially part of the McLean faction but had actively cooperated in the recent takeover of the capital, spoke out.

‘This guy?’

Palmen looked at him with a puzzled expression.

A young minister in his forties confidently expressed his opinion.

“It might be best for His Highness Logan to found a new dynasty for the benefit of all subjects of this nation.”

The grand hall instantly fell silent.

While everyone had considered this possibility, Adam Morgan boldly voiced the difficult suggestion.

‘Is he naive due to his youth? Or…’

Had there been an agreement already?

Palmen’s 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 Morgan’s remarks had been prearranged with the McLean family.

Palmen was carefully observing Logan and the knight’s expressions when another, Count Roberts Floyd, cautiously chimed in.