Chapter 45: Revolutionary Period - The Conspiracy

Chapter 45: Revolutionary Period - The Conspiracy

Translated by Mara Sov

Revolutionary Period The Conspiracy

Christines younger brother, Louis De Aquitaine was sitting on the sofa, reading a book about magic.

Well, to be precise, the boy was simply flipping through the pages while he was sitting on the sofa.

This isnt good. Even if this is some form of backlash against the radicals, its a bit exaggerated.

He could hear the voice of his sister, Christine De Aquitaine, who stood in the center of the room.

But My Lady the Countess, to propose free distribution of land and equal voting rights regardless of propertyBoth the wealthy moderates and us, who are of noble birth, cannot agree to such an absurd proposal from the radicals.

Baron Charon, his sisters most trusted vassal argumented.

Indeed, if such proposals were to be accepted in the National Assembly, it would bring us no good. However, there were other bills worth considering.

Unable to concentrate on his book, Louis sighed as he looked toward his sister and Baron Charon, who were engrossed in their conversation.

The radicals still represent the majority of votes in the Assembly. We may have joined hands with the moderates, but if we just keep negating all of their bills and proposals, it will only allow their resentment to fester, while also angering most citizens.

Cough-. Then perhaps

Both the moderates and the nobles on our side need to adjust our goals. We have to achieve a minimum level of cooperation to appease the radicals, which will make it easier to control the Assembly later.

Understood, My Lady. I shall make the necessary arrangements.

Please do. You may take your leave now.

Before leaving the room, the Baron glanced at Louis, who quickly turned his head back to his book.

After the Baron left, Louis turned his gaze toward his sister once more, noticing that she was reading and signing a mountain of documents under the gaze of her attentive deep-black eyes.

His sister went through the documents with a machine-like focus, and she either didnt notice him or simply pretended not, while the pile of documents continued to decrease at an absurd speed.

Now at 11 years old, Louis had no choice but to become a precocious child.

When he was 8, his childhood was destroyed in a single night as his mother was executed before his eyes under his sisters command.

Ever since that night, everyones treatment of him changed.

To the vassals, he was no more than a stain.

Louis, of course, understood their reasons, as seeing him might make them remember his mother, who killed the previous Count and almost killed the Countess.

But even though he understood them, this didnt make the task of enduring their burning gazes any easier.

After following his sister to the Capital, he didnt have to face those stares all that much, but even the servants here were content in forgetting he even existed.

While solitude was more bearable than hatred, Louis had grown up with all the affection a child could want, so the young boy found it difficult to endure this loneliness.

Thats why Louis spent most of his time in his sisters office.

She didnt fuss over him, nor seemed to react negatively if he ever said something.

Ironically, he seemed to be more at ease in the presence of the woman who had killed his mother, since she never looked at him as the son of a treacherous woman, but simply as the boy Louis.

Louis gave up trying to understand the book, as he simply stared at his sister.

At the age of 21, his sister had become a beautiful woman even to his eyes.

Though she wore the bare minimum adornments as befitting of a lady of her standing she always used black dresses, akin to mourning clothes, and spent all her time working.

Louis sighed as he watched Christines deep-black eyes, akin to a bottomless abyss, tirelessly shift from one document to another.

The Christine before that day wasnt like this.

Even though she always worked hard, she was warm, taking time to read something to him or even indulge in a hobby of her fancy.

Now those warm eyes had become cold, lifeless. And even her smile transformed into a fake one.

When his mother was killed, Louis hardly understood anything, but as the years passed, he began to understand just what had transpired on that dreadful night Thanks to the efforts of the vassals, who were always happy to teach him the grim details.

He was aware that they must have done this to ensure he harbored no hatred towards his sister. After all, his mother did something unforgivable, even to his eyes, something deserving of death.

Louis understood all of that.

However, Yvonne was his mother, she loved him, and because of this, Louis would never be able to completely erase his resentment towards his sister. Because emotions were something that reason could not control.

But.

If only his sister lived a bit more like a human being. Or at least if she had mistreated him in any form, then perhaps, maybe, Louis could have hated her enough to plot some sort of revenge.

But those lifeless eyes had not a single speck of anger towards him. She continued to live as if she was a machine.

Displeased with such a sorry sight, Louis rose from his seat and called for his sister.

Sister.

The Marquis Pierre De Lafayette.

Louis found it distasteful, but aside from him, the Marquis was the only person who could make Christine behave like a normal human being.

If youre going to live like this, then please sister, at least be happy by his side.

Because Id rather feel jealousy than mourn what you have become.

Louis etched those words in his heart as he left his sisters office.

Lumiere Capital of the Republic.

Within a secret club frequented by the radicals, several members have gathered around Senator Saint Just.

Those accursed capitalists and nobles are manipulating the Assembly.What terrible times are we living in.

Just as Christine feared, despite being the majority within the National Assembly, the radicals were filled with dissatisfaction for not being able to continue with their agenda.

If it werent for the collusion of those filthy moderates and nobles, this Republic could have moved into a more positive and reformative direction!

The fact that most conscious men are enlisting in the army is also a problem. With most of the vote-able men in the front, who would have imagined that the people would praise the nobles just because they are handing them cheap bread for free! What has become of Lumiere, the heart of our revolution!?

Saint Just studied his compatriots before speaking.

We need to take action.

What would you propose?

The bond between those blue-bloods and the moderates isnt all that strong. If we can deal with the heart, their feeble cooperation will crumble like a sand-castle.

Saint Just eyed his fellow councilors as he continued.

These filthy schemers are tarnishing the ideals of our revolution. If were not careful, Francia will regress back to the grim days of the old regime.

A sense of urgency spread to all. This was their most feared nightmare.

Unfortunately, we have no suitable way to deal with them at the present, so we are forced to take a radical approach.

Are you suggesting terrorism?

Whispers and murmurs were heard, but Saint seemed unperturbed by them.

We must be resolved to do everything within our reach for the Republic. Even if we need to assassinate the cause of the problem.

Tsk-. Nonsense, their leader, Marquis Lafayette is a powerful Knight. How could we even dispose of him?

The Marquis may be their leader in name, with his political influence and his military might. However there is currently an individual far more dangerous than him, that we have allowed to freely spread its claws in the capital of our Republic.

After a grave silence, one man spoke up.

Are you seriously suggesting the assassination of the Countess of Aquitaine? That evil seductress?

The Evil Seductress. Lafayettes whore. Witch of Aquitaine. Bloody Countess.

There were a myriad of derogatory names given to that woman, by those of the Radical party. The mere mention of her already caused some faces within the club to stiffen.

Indeed. Unlike the others, that woman is capable of exploring the capitalists methods while winning the hearts of the people. She is far more dangerous than the Marquis.

As you say, without that woman, the alliance of the moderates and nobles will crumble.

That filthy witch.Shes been corrupting our countryman left and right with that tongue of hers

Does she think everyone will be swayed by her money?!

As those within the club seemed to agree with him, Saint Just was about to conclude his speech with a smile, when one of his comrades spoke.

Councilor Jidor wont approve of this plan.

Saint Just recalled the man he once admired, the man who was once the leader of their faction and his face hardened. After a few seconds, he managed to articulate his thoughts.

You are correct. He wont approve of this. Everyone here knows that I admire his integrity and commitment to our cause, but take a look at our current situation.

Sometimes, certain matters cannot be solved by the law or by being just.

Saint Just looked at every councilor present, his gaze was of hardened steel as he spoke in a fanatic tone.

Comrades! If we truly wish to stand for the principles of our revolution, then we must be ready to dirty our hands. It is none other than us, the true patriots of the Republic, who must accept this burden!

TL Note:

OMG Fucking Holland

Of course it would holland

wtf

This is the single most stupid shit Ive seen all day, and believe I see a lot of stupid shit, hell I even looked in the mirror today!

/genesisforsaken