She Was Sent by God Chapter 141.1
All seventeen elders were seated in the conference room when she arrived. Reika and Theo soon followed by settling into a chair.
“What’s the matter, princess?”
“Take a seat first,”
Zoltan had sweat on the top of his head from practicing. The sudden emergency meeting seemed to be eagerly anticipated by everyone. Agnes looked at each of them and then opened her mouth.
“The king hung a box of gold around my neck.”
“....What?”
No one immediately grasped what she was saying. Agnes provided them with a more thorough explanation of the circumstances.
“Prince Robert passed away a few days ago, according to King Sebastian, who also claimed that the medication I sent to him caused his demise.”
“Do you mean the first prince, Prince Robert is dead?”
“Wait a minute, is the king thinking you poisoned the prince?”
“Poison? That doesn’t make sense! Doesn’t the medication work best at the earliest stages of the disease?”
The commotion peaked as the room entered a deep state of shock. As the commotion died down, Agnes spoke once more.
“I heard the king had already spoken officially at the aristocratic meeting in the capital: bring the neck of the person who killed the prince, and he will give you a box of gold.”
“That makes sense, no, it doesn’t make sense!”
“What an absurd setup this is!”
“In addition, he stated that the box of gold coins will be taken from my pocket.” Agnes grinned sourly.
The king’s actions left everyone in attendance speechless. Regardless of who observed it, it appeared as though he was attempting to claim Agnes’ possessions after falsely accusing her of murder.
“I’d like your opinion on this,”
The most irritated of them all, Zoltan asked, “What kind of opinion are you talking about?”
“How long do we have to endure?”
“That’s...”
How long must we remain obedient to the royal family, who abandoned us after entrusting us with the duty of protecting the Northwest from the beast and disregarded our needs for support?
Everyone froze when Agnes, a member of the royal family, spoke those words.
“I initially believed that the crest on my clothing was the reason why he was initially wary of me; I reasoned that if I bowed before the king, he wouldn’t touch me.”
“.....”
“But look, didn’t the king just detain Duke Arpad in an abandoned palace for no reason? How can he hate a country’s Duke so much?”
“That’s right.”
As he listened quietly, Zoltan raised his head and said,
“That night, my brother had to sneak out of the palace; the king never apologized; how low does he think we are to do that?”
“Is this the price of Arpad’s devotion to the royal family over the past three centuries?”
Agnes took a moment to breathe deeply. Most of them listened intently to every word Agnes said, as if they were being controlled by something.
“How long will we be able to tolerate this treatment with satisfaction?”
“Madam, that implies..”
“Why should only the Arpads fight the demon and defend the line when they are treated with such ignorance and contempt?”
“.....”
“How much longer must we put up with being treated like dogs when so many Sutmar soldiers have died?”
“What should we do in that case?”
One of the family’s younger men leaped out and inquired. His excitement had turned his face red.
“How can I break free of that damn shackle? My father and uncle both died defending the line.”
“Sir Milton.”
“How can my son get rid of that chain?”
The entire group gathered around the table gazed at Agnes. Anticipating her response.
“It’s simple; you can make a choice.”
“The choice is, What?”
“Rebuild this country with me.”
“....!”
The blatant and direct sentences caused everyone to open their mouths. No one hastily gave their approval. Agnes was not disappointed. Instead, she rolled up her sleeves and displayed her left hand to them.
“Behold, if you inherit the king’s blood, you will be born with this crest; I’m going to the capital with this.”
“.....”
“I will clear myself of the king’s false accusations against me, right the wrongs done to Arpad for hundreds of years, and sit on an empty throne with you beside me.”
Nobody dared to breathe. They instinctively understood that the next few seconds would completely alter their destiny.
“I will support the princess’s will.”
It was Zoltan who spoke first after a brief period of silence. They all announced their willingness, starting with him.
“I’ll join you.”
“Let me support you.”
“I’ll do as you command.”
There is only one more person left. The elderly man with gray hair said to Agnes.
“Is the Lord aware of this situation?”
“We do everything together, and he agreed to do it.”
“In that case, I’d be glad to follow.”
