Crownless Reincarnation: New World? Nah I'd win-Chapter 255: Puppets of Royal Family [3]

Serenya sat with a nervous expression on her face.

Her long golden hair falling behind her back while her golden eyes on the masked boy in front of her.

She glanced around staring at the tent that they were inside of.

Akamir tilted his head as he looked at the royal blood more thoroughly.

’....Yeah, she can never handle the pressure.’

Being a queen is much more than being able to give orders.

One has to be a great person be it negative or positive along with a tough mind.

Serenya was revenge driven with her mind completely set on killing Slayri.

And she had to some extent a good reason to do this as well.

’...Her aunt sold her into slavery.’ Akamir thought. ’If I was her I would have done the same.’

Akamir would have liked to ask Sylari about the whole ordeal but before that he wanted to know more about Serenya’s side.

Akamir leaned back on the chair as he looked around the tent they were in.

The rebels and the freed slaves still haven’t made a permanent place as their base.

They are all roaming around the kingdom to not get caught.

Now with the kingdom in his control Akamir could have just given them a place.

But...

’It would be better to make it seem that they didn’t get any help and made everything on their own.’

And it wasn’t like he was not going to help them.

He was just not going to help too much.

"Serenya." He spoke his voice soft. "Can you tell me why your aunt Sylari sold you out?"

The woman looked visibly uncomfortable with the topic.

Her eyes trembled but she quickly drew in deep breaths to calm herself.

After a few seconds she finally looked at him.

"Sylari is not my aunt in the right sense." She spoke softly. "She is my distant aunt."

Akamir nodded his head. "And?"

"And she is jealous of me." She spoke with a bitter smile. "Since I was chosen like a voice of God she has been like this..."

Serenya’s words trailed off, but her hands clenched into fists on her lap. The bitterness in her smile didn’t match the tremor in her voice.

"Chosen as the voice of God," Akamir repeated slowly, tilting his head. "So that’s what this is about."

Her golden eyes flickered up to him. "Ever since I was a child, due to our age we used to play together."

She drew in a deep breath. "But as I grew I got to know how worthless she actually is."

Akamir nodded his head as he folded his hands. ’...Hm, I guess that’s all the reason she is going to tell me.’

Or that’s all she knows.

Akamir could never be too sure with it.

But given the nature of Sylari he found it hard to believe she just sold her with no reason.

There was something that only the princess could tell him.

He let out a sigh as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"She is going to be the next queen." Akamir said looking back at her. "She is going to take over the kingdom."

Serenya’s mouth hung open as she looked at him. "...What?" She asked. "How can you be so sure there is still—."

"Every one of them is dead." Akamir spoke his voice calm. "Only Sylari is left in the royal family."

Akamir wanted to add all the bastards of the king but they weren’t really a bother.

’...They can only be a bother if one of the Dukes use them as a chess piece to rule the kingdom from behind.’

But given how good Sylari is that’s not likely to happen.

Serenya froze, her golden eyes wide. Her lips trembled as though words wanted to leave, but nothing came out.

Finally, she shook her head slowly. "No... no, that’s not possible. My aunt can’t—she doesn’t have the strength, she doesn’t have the will—"

Akamir leaned forward, resting an elbow on his knee, his masked face tilting. "You think willpower decides who wears the crown?"

His calmness cut deeper than shouting ever could.

Serenya’s throat worked as she swallowed hard. "You’re saying... you put her there?"

"I didn’t put her there," Akamir corrected, voice sharp but not raised. "I removed everything that stood in her way. She only had to step forward."

Her nails dug into her palms, fury swirling in her golden eyes. "Then you’re the reason she still breathes."

Akamir smirked faintly. "If I didn’t let her live, I wouldn’t be sitting here with you."

She didn’t understand and she wasn’t in the mood of understanding as well.

Akamir leaned back as he smiled. "But as I gave her the opportunity, I will give you one as well."

She blinked as she looked at the man. "...What?"

Akamir leaned forward till his face was close to her.

"Be the leader of the rebels." He spoke. "And you have my support to upsur her kingdom."

Serenya’s breath hitched, then steadied. Her hands unclenched slowly, as if the motion cost her something.

"You want me to lead them?" she whispered, as if saying the word aloud might make it vanish.

Akamir nodded once. "Lead them, or at least become the face of this rebellion."

She looked at his masked face. "...Why would you do this?"

Akamir leaned back, laying with his hand on his head. "So I can have enough time to kill the ones who are actually behind the mess."

The woman could only blink her eyes. "....Are you planning to kill the one buying the slaves?"

Akamir nodded his head. "Yes." He spoke. "I want to kill the Zagroth family."

He slowly stood up from his seat, stretching his body. "....And to do that, I would need a little play."

She didn’t respond as she kept on looking at her open palms.

"Well there is no rush." Akamir said, turning his back on her. "You can take your time to think it through."

But just as he took another step.

"I will take it."

Her voice echoed making him smile.