A Famous Traitor and Treacherous Genius

136 – Leader, Lead Us (5)

Orphanages also needed their own rules, and orphans in the orphanages also needed representatives.

For example, ‘floor manager’.

Or a dinner menu selection committee.

Discussion.

A way of fighting with ‘words and logic’ rather than force in a country of knights and heroes.

And if this debate is used as a way to elect someone, it could soon expand into an election.

Naria learned election strategies by watching the behavior of orphanage children.

And not only that, I remembered all the advice I gave to the children at the orphanage next to me.

One.

‘There is no law that requires you to only wear the academy uniform.’

Naria wore the uniform worn by crown princes.

With the royal uniform, if Naria’s breasts she didn’t stand out, it wouldn’t be strange to think of her as a crown prince with long hair and an androgynous look.

“Ah… “

The Duke of Winchester sighs.

In terms of blood, she is the only granddaughter, but looking at such a dignified and proud appearance, one feels a slight regret, wondering, ‘Why is she not a prince?’

‘How you look is important.’

Through the mock election at the orphanage, Naria learned that appearance is very important in elections.

Is it okay to come dressed like that?

Do you think there will be problems with regulations later?

‘There is no rule that says it cannot be held in this first student council president election.’

There may be a rule in the next election that says ‘you must wear the academy uniform while giving a speech’, but there is no such rule right now.

Even if there are people who make such a fuss, the authority of the clothes they are wearing will stamp out their discontent.

‘And what are you going to do? They say the princess attended an official event for the kingdom.’

The eyes of some nobles roll quickly.

Naria wore the crown prince’s clothes.

If you think about it seriously, the clothes reflect the aspect of the ‘heir to the throne’ that has been public but not official.

‘In reality, Queen Carmen just took out the crown prince’s clothes and put them on, but it would be difficult to think that way from the position here.’

Although there are differences in the order, Naria will soon be officially designated as the heir to the throne.

Since they are revealing themselves through their clothes, some noble heirs will already be busy tapping political engineering calculators in their heads.

Three years from now.

That girl becomes the ‘queen’.

‘She has completely become the main character.’

The method of appearing is also helpful in elections.

It is helpful not only for elections, but also for the person’s authority.

‘If this were a social banquet hall, the words ‘Your Majesty the Queen’ would have rang out before the door opened.’

Jeopuk, Jeopuk.

Unlike her usual walking pace, Naria’s walking speed is quite slow.

Rather than being slow, it is leisurely and solemn.

Like the steps of a lion roaming the grassland, a little slow but graceful.

“The king never runs under any circumstances.”

The Duke of Winchester muttered to himself in a confused voice.

Vice President Bathory had an expression that said, ‘What are you talking to yourself?’, But then he looked at Naria and bit her lip.

“Maybe I should call you Highness now.”

Her Highness Her Naria

For me, it’s a bit of a confusing title because it brings back bad memories from the past, but it’s not wrong.

“…Then there will be symbol number 2, Naria Geo Nostrum’s speech.”

Viscount Hex naturally gestured to Naria on stage.

Walking down the main aisle and up the stairs next to her stage, Naria held her podium wide with both hands and quietly closed her eyes.

“President. Rule: 3 minutes from the moment you start speaking through the microphone. Do you know?”

“That’s right. If everyone wants to speak within 3 minutes…”

Viscount Hex reached for the hourglass.

“That starts from the moment you made your voice, right?”

“…!”

Time given equally to everyone, 3 minutes.

However, Viscount Hex could not turn the hourglass.

“…”

Naria is closing her eyes.

She stands still, silently as if waiting for something.

“If you want the hourglass to overturn, you have to speak up. Students who continue to sit in their seats continue to watch the stage to see what is going on.”

“Continue to watch… ?”

Bathory touched his lips her with his hand her

“If your gaze is focused for a long time…”

“Dissatisfaction will naturally build up.”

The moment when people’s doubts and tension are about to escalate into complaints of ‘When does it start?’

“Us.”

As soon as Naria opened her mouth, Viscount Hex turned the hourglass over.

“People of the great Nostrum.”

This is all the advice I gave.

Before returning, if the knowledge accumulated based on all the books brought over from the empire had been verified in the orphanage through demonstration, practice, and simulation training, and had been taught in advance through trial and error.

‘The actual battle is up to you.’

She puts on the clothes a crown prince should wear, opens her mouth in front of everyone without a prepared script, and every word she speaks is hers.

“I am Naria Geo Nostrum.”

By saying her last name she proudly reveals that she is royal.

“To our people.”

But she does not use the language of those who look down on her, ‘my people’.

“Bloodline born from countless heroes of the great Nostrum.”

For nobles, there is a bond of ‘precious blood’ and ‘blood of heroes’.

“To the grassroots of Nostrum that we, Nostrum, must protect and cherish.”

For commoners, they feel protected, cared for, and treated at the same time.

“I will not tell lies.”

And to everyone, I preach ‘authenticity’, which is the most important thing in speeches.

“Nostrum was great.”

It was great.

Naria looks at everyone, deliberately emphasizing it.

“The great Nostrum is currently facing a great crisis.”

Complaints that not everyone can mention.

Complaints that no one dares to say openly.

“Saint Geo Nostrum.”

Since ancient times, if you want to get someone’s support, the surest way is to stimulate the dissatisfaction in that person.

“I, Naria Geo Nostrum, will correct this national crisis.”

The sand in the hourglass slowly begins to pile up.

“Royal duty!”

Naria shouts, raising her voice and clenching her fists.

“W-what…?”

The Duke of Winchester was embarrassed.

Not only the Archduke, but everyone except me – even Astasia was surprised, making a ‘gasp’ sound.

“Is the current royal family fulfilling their royal duties?!!”

That Naria is shouting so loudly that the Hall of the Sun rings?

‘It’s because everyone doesn’t know.’

I know.

The princess of a ruined country does not necessarily say unnecessary things, but she’s not someone who does not know how to raise her voice.

“So far, that’s the case.”

The voice subsides again.

From noble mtl dot come

‘Speech is rhythm. Control the intensity and focus only on important points.’

Among the children at the orphanage, there were some who screamed from beginning to end and asked for them to be chosen, but it was only popular for a time.

“Everyone.”

Naria extends her right hand forward.

“This is not an election.”

Denying elections in elections.

“This is the beginning to correct the nostrum that has begun to shake.”

Good.

“I will make it right, Nostrum.”

Is this an academy?

Or is it the plaza of the kingdom?

“It starts with your vote.”

Naria nodded her head, stretching her hand out to her side with only one index finger stretched out.

“If you want to correct Nostrum, cast your vote for yourself. That alone proves your love for Nostrum.”

I’m not asking you to join the student council.

It’s not about serving and dying for Nostrum.

“Just one vote.”

You can prove your loyalty and love for the kingdom by sending it to me, Ria Zionostrum.

“This Naria Geo Nostrum will do it.”

Time is almost over.

At the end there is almost no sand left in the hourglass.

‘Should I finish it?’

A phrase that keeps lingering in people’s heads, called a ‘catchphrase’ in imperial terms.

“Nostrum.”

A short, clear sentence that reminds you of that person.

“Again.”

This is what Naria has been crying out for in front of everyone for a few days now, even before the election started!

“Greatly.”

Naria clenched her raised hand into a fist and placed it towards her left shoulder.

“Over.”

Just like a knight.

Sarak.

As the last sand fell, thunderous applause filled the Hall of the Sun.

* * *

After Naria finished her speech.

“…”

“President, aren’t you listening?”

“I’m listening.”

The male student next to me was limping along with a face that looked like he was about to cry, and she didn’t even listen to the speeches of me, the president, or the student.

“When I was young, I once met Emperor Winston Geo Nostrum.”

The king already over 100 years ago.

“For a moment, I saw him.”

The Duke of Winchester closed his eyes for a moment, and Vice-Chancellor Bathory took out a handkerchief from next to him.

“President.”

“I’m not crying. As I get older, my eyes become more watery.”

The Duke of Winchester quietly took Vice-Chancellor Bathory’s handkerchief and wiped his eyes.

Glory of the past.

Current downfall.

Fear and worry that the previous glorious and splendid Nostrum era would come to an end due to a rare dark king called ‘Saint Geo Nostrum’.

“It seems like sunlight is coming into Nostrum’s future.”

The moment he saw the ‘hope of the future’ called Naria Geo Nostrum, the Duke of Winchester must have felt something new.

“After all, it is the blood of the royal family. Even if there is a singularity, Nostrum is still Nostrum.”

“Is that so? I saw His Excellency the Archduke.”

“…Hmph.”

At my words, the Duke of Winchester snorted and laughed.

“You are talking nonsense. That is not the spirit of Morgania. It is the status that comes down from the founder, Emperor Geo Nostrum.”

“…”

“Surprisingly, Your Majesty has also been like that… “

Honestly, I don’t believe it.

However, since there are many people who say that it actually happened, everyone must have been reliving memories like a tumbleweed, reminiscing about the time when the incompetent king was a talented prospect in the past.

It’s different now.

Now there is a bright future called Naria Geo Nostrum.

“The election is over.”

“Is that really true?”

“What? Vice President Bathory. Listening to this speech now…”

“I guess you forgot the election rules, Mr. President. I don’t mean to beat you up, but elections are all about… ‘Anonymous voting’?”

“…!!”

Anonymous voting.

There is no official way to know who voted for whom.

Unless you personally say in public, ‘I chose someone.’

Even that can be a lie that is different from the truth.

“You can say on the outside that you are voting for Nostrum, but in reality you can vote for symbol number 1.”

“Hmm…!”

“Voting is conducted completely anonymously, and inspection is carried out using even magical procedures. This is a matter that the president himself declared…”

“I said it myself. The anonymity of voting is guaranteed in the name of Winchester Morgania.”

Because the Duke of Winchester guaranteed anonymity for his own honor, his students were able to express their opinions purely and clearly.

“Uhm… !”

Even if you applaud Naria Geo Nostrum, you may not vote for it.

“We’re in trouble. No matter how bad the situation is…”

“I’m the only one.”

“That’s it.”

Vice President Bathory smiled at my words.

“We usually call it the rebel ticket.”

“It’s a rebellion. It’s similar.”

300 people.

Among them, how many of them are those who harbor antipathy towards the kingdom and vote against the empire, committing so-called ‘traitory acts’ and rebellions?

10 people are from the empire, and a few more are the shadows of the empire.

“Even if the votes are divided, no matter how much you want to, you can’t just elevate the princess to student council president.”

“Noir Gibraltar…!”

“Originally, you were the strongest candidate to win, right? I think it was around 80 votes…?”

“Ugh…!”

Noir’s speech is already over.

This is because Naria’s order was messed up, but other than that, all elections proceed normally.

“The election…”

“As soon as all the candidates finish their speeches, they will go up on stage one by one and cast their votes. Over there, in a secret room.”

A place where one person can barely fit.

In Viscount Hex’s hands, he holds 300 ballot papers printed with the imperial printing press, and in the polling booth where everything around him is covered, a single stamp is placed.

There is even a magical barrier, so everything I said was said.

“Hmm. Chairman? I know that Princess Narria is definitely amazing. But even if Princess Narria does something like that, will she be able to beat the ‘custom’? The history of Gibraltar being the student council president?”

“It’s not just about being the student council president.”

Bathory smiled and provoked me, but I am confident.

“Naria wins.”

“I will win, or will I win?”

“Yes.”

Naria’s speech is Naria’s personal story

My role is to support that from behind and willingly dip my hands into the water.

“Elections are not driven by magical engineering machines, but by people’s hearts.”

Three of the minor candidates.

One of them is ‘Jabes’ acquaintance.’

“If I were the last candidate, I would give up cleanly-“

“To the friends who recommended me!! I’m sorryㅡㅡ!”

“…Huh?”

A shout from a young man standing on the podium.

“I, Falwood Roland!!”

“Ah.”

Damn.

“As a descendant of the great hero Marquis Roland and a knight of Nostrum, I have sworn to be loyal to the great Nostrum!!”

Before the shadow could hit the player, a crazy person appeared.

“I, Falwood Roland, hereby declare! My vote is not for myself, but for Naria Geo Nostrum!!”

“…Ha.”

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“When I asked him to give a speech for a candidate, he gave a speech in support of another candidate and fell asleep.”

As expected, the leader of the future revolutionary knights, the Conquistadors.

Falwood Dab-

‘Strictly speaking, it’s not Falwood.’

Correction.

That was it.

Those who are the most chivalrous, yet impervious to any logic.

Despite being a fallen country, these people do not abandon their past glory and loyalty to the country.

“I will shout along with you! Make Nostrum great again!”

In the future, the Habsburg Empire gave these people the derogatory term ‘loyalists’.

In the fallen Kingdom of Nostrum, these people were always called ‘heroes’.

“For Nostrum, the land of the sun burning with brilliant golden light!”