The plan of the radical faction within Lennart was as follows:

Plan A.

Gather signatures within the family to pressure the Duke, and extract “appropriate concessions” from the Imperial Family.

How? By threatening to declare independence if they didn’t make concessions.

Politely put, it was blackmail; crudely put, it was a tantrum, but it was a somewhat effective strategy. If and only if the Duke cooperated.

But the Duke refused their proposal to the end, and the radical faction found themselves in a position where they had no choice but to move on to the next operation.

The so-called Plan B.

Use the Duke’s name to mobilize pro-Lennart forces scattered throughout the Empire as allies, attack the Imperial Palace to secure the imperial family members, create a list of “traitors” to their liking in the name of the Imperial Family, and sweep them away in one go.

To be honest, it was a plan that could hardly be called thorough, even as lip service.

From the start, it was a plan hastily squeezed out because the bloodline members were thoroughly crushed by the Tin Knight’s party, and it seemed they would fall into a situation where they couldn’t exert any influence on that Imperial direct corps or whatever if things continued like this.

As the Duke said, the possibility of the Lennart Ducal Family collapsing at once just because a direct corps was created was low, but at least the radical faction would surely be finished.

Werner von Lennart, recruited as a trump card, showed a lukewarm attitude, and there were not a few within the Ducal Family who sympathized with the Duke’s conciliatory theory or took a neutral position.

Therefore, the radical faction reached a reverse idea.

The calculation was that since the current lukewarm action of the Lennart family was, to put it bluntly, because they were “still full”, if they were miserably crushed without even that luxury, at least the neutral faction would feel a sense of crisis and sympathize with the radical faction.

Originally, while carrying was difficult, trolling was easy, and as the radical faction intended, extreme voices grew louder within the Ducal Family driven into a corner.

Those who had already lent a hand in betraying the Duke had no choice but to act with the radical faction to the end whether they liked it or not, and even those who moved troops thinking it was the Duke’s order had no choice but to join them reluctantly, as no one would listen even if they shouted that they didn’t know once they participated in the rebellion.

If the Tin Knight had known the detailed process, he would have admired them as guys who would squeeze even the marrow from the bones of people around them through a joint guarantee system, but originally, coups often proceeded in such a reckless manner.

After all, those who commit crazy acts were either crazy from the start or driven into a corner.

Moreover, such hastily organized coups had their own advantages.

One was that there was less risk of information leaking because it was rushed without detailed and calm prior preparation.

Another was that it was easy to catch rational and reasonable people off guard.

To put it another way.

“Hmm, it seems those people are trying to overturn the board?”

This meant that if one originally harbored some madness, it was also possible to notice those signs.

The female executive of an evil organization’s party of madness, who would certainly be selected in the top ranks if a ranking of madmen on this continent were to be made, perfectly met that condition.

Of course, even Sophia’s limit was guessing, “They might just give up on the failed recruitment test early and try to overturn everything by force, anyway,” rather than grasping the radical faction’s detailed plans, but that was enough.

Right after the third test ended.

“Hey, what happens if the test itself gets entirely derailed? For instance, in a situation where they want to flip the board.”

“No matter what, would they do such a thing? I mean, it’s a gamble of either 0 or 200 on a board where they would have 70 left if they just stayed still?”

“The Tower of Control set an example first. Birds of a feather flock together, they say, so why wouldn’t those guys do the same?”

“That’s a weak basis.”

“…And that tin can says that since we’re involved anyway, it’s better to move on the premise that something will happen somehow rather than everything going smoothly.”

“…”

Algind couldn’t deny Dorothea’s words, which seemed subtly enlightened.

Even thinking about the party’s journey so far, which she had been investigating, it was an assurance overflowing with credibility in a negative sense.

As a result of such a conversation.

“Hurry! Speed is key!”

“Find the Empress and the Crown Prince! Don’t let even a mouse escape!”

“This way! There’s a human shadow here—huh?”

“…At this point, I’m starting to suspect that their very existence brings calamity.”

What greeted the radical faction members who tried to raid various key points, including the “Hydrangea Palace” famous as the Empress’ residence, to secure important figures, was not pitiful victims in disarray from the sudden attack, but Algind Goodwitch with a look that seemed to have a lot to say, fully armed court mages, and the Empress’ personal forces.

The Council of Elders, worried that the opponent might notice something if they wasted time, launched a quick attack with a small force, but this time it turned out to be a bad move.

No matter how excellent their bravery was, it wasn’t enough to overturn the situation where they had lost the advantage of surprise and were numerically inferior.

***

Around the same time.

[The ‘Tin Knight’ evaluates that plans are indeed meant to be thrown away!]

At your declaration, Dorothea heaved a deep sigh, “Haa, if it was going to be like this anyway, we should have just charged in from the start.”

As if to comfort such a Dorothea, Sophia said, “Well, what we’ve done so far isn’t meaningless, so don’t be too discouraged. The fact that the opponent has made such an unreasonable move itself is proof that we effectively cornered the enemies.”

“Well, that’s true, but…”

Dorothea’s gaze, twirling the hair that had fallen over her shoulder, flicked towards Adelaide.

You also turned your eyes to your pupil accordingly.

“…”

Adelaide had been keeping her mouth shut all along, but her expression looked quite complicated.

More precisely, an emotion that seemed unsure whether to laugh or get angry was clearly revealed.

You approached your pupil like that and stroked her head.

Although you felt newly regretful that you couldn’t feel the sensation of hair that should be soft, perhaps because you had recently awakened to taste, that wasn’t important right now.

[The ‘Tin Knight’ asks if Adel is disappointed!]

At your words, Adelaide hesitated for a moment before nodding.

She was the one who couldn’t hide a somewhat empty look even while clashing with the Lion Duke’s bloodline during the test.

As the enemies continued to show performances below expectations, she seemed to be feeling both joy that revenge was becoming easier and anger at the thought that precious people had suffered at the hands of such guys.

[The ‘Tin Knight’ advises that it’s better to turn your eyes to your own growth rather than the enemy’s patheticness!]

“Growth, is it?”

[The ‘Tin Knight’ points out that we have this leisure now because we countered relatively early before the enemies could do anything properly!]

[The ‘Tin Knight’ says that if the imperial family members were captured according to their plan and forged orders fell in the Empire, then it would be Tower of Control season 2!]

A noisy battlefield where numerous troops were entangled and rampaging, with the entire Empire stirring and burning.

That wasn’t just an assumption, but one of the realistic futures that could have happened.

Then, there would have been no time to feel emptiness like now, and they would have had to wage guerrilla warfare desperately like they did against the Tower of Control.

If they had engaged in bloody battles against the Lion Duke’s bloodline and imperial army rushing in with eyes wide open from all directions, the possibility that they would have looked ridiculous like now wasn’t very high.

[The ‘Tin Knight’ says that if we had gone to the Magic State after dealing with the Ducal Family in the Empire, we could have suppressed it early before Orin was harmed, learning from this incident!]

If that had happened, the Magic State incident would have been resolved incomparably faster than in reality.

It couldn’t have been otherwise, as the formidable enemy Mombi wouldn’t have awakened, Orin would have remained an ally, and the picture would have been the three towers beating Control together.

[The ‘Tin Knight’ says that a special route to quickly suppress this incident has opened up because we gained experience in the Tower of Control, and it’s time to rejoice in our growth!]

[The ‘Tin Knight’ expresses his opinion that it would be too stifling if a similar development followed here after causing such a commotion in the Magic State!]

[The ‘Tin Knight’ argues that since we’ve done it once in the Magic State, we can do it much more perfectly this time!]

At your successive messages, a smile finally returned to your pupil’s lips.

It was closer to a bitter smile than a bright and radiant one, but a smile nonetheless.

“Yes, that’s right. Since we finally reached a solution after causing a lot of damage in the Magic State, we should do better than that this time.”

[The ‘Tin Knight’ says that’s exactly it!]

After confirming that Adelaide had regained her motivation, Dorothea shrugged her shoulders.

“Anyway, are you all ready? Then let’s start.”

As Dorothea swung her right hand wearing the Gloves of Haider, a huge golem horse and carriage, along with a pile of skeletons, appeared in the air.

As Dorothea struck the ground with her staff and chanted some spell, the pile of skeletons transformed like armor and covered the surface of the golem horse and carriage.

The appearance of the carriage was already far from ordinary due to the modifications made in the Magic State, but with this bone armor added, it didn’t look like something a hero of justice would ride, even as a polite lie.

No, with that appearance where some kind of black malice or mist-like aura was flowing out, to put it bluntly, everyone would probably nod if told it was a carriage carrying some grim reaper from somewhere.

Dorothea nodded, “Hmm, not bad.”

You couldn’t help but look at your precious contractor with very worried eyes.

It was terribly frightening that she seemed to be becoming more and more indifferent to surrounding gazes, as if she had let go of various things after using necromancy on a large scale and becoming famous in the Magic State.

Shouldn’t Dorothea take on the position of being sensible and rational so that you could freely cause trouble?

Deciding that after this incident was over, you should poke her a few times about clothing or reputation to return her to her original state, you boarded the coachman’s seat.

Dorothea and Sophia went inside, and Adelaide took her position behind the cannon installed on the carriage roof, which looked reminiscent of a machine gun position.

Despite all sorts of malice and death energy being emitted from the carriage surface, Adelaide looked fine, perhaps because Sophia inside the carriage kept sending up holy power.

After confirming that preparations were complete, you signaled the golem horse.

[■■■■■■!]

The golem horse, which was already threatening due to its large size, now had a cry that sounded like a scream from the underworld, perhaps due to the special effect of the bone armor it wore, which was truly exquisite.

The carriage rushed at high speed.

As it advanced towards the enemy’s stronghold, many enemies tried to block your way, but it was a meaningless challenge.

Bang!

Boom!

KaBOOM!

Adelaide, who had somehow put on her mask again, was shooting down troublemakers as soon as they appeared with the cannon installed on top of the carriage.

Perhaps because it wasn’t shooting with gunpowder, the rate of fire was truly terrifying.

Dorothea’s special skeleton bombs were somewhat lacking in power in terms of simple physical attacks, but their nature of spewing out malice and death energy around the point of impact more than made up for the lack of physical power.

Among them were those who tried to stop the carriage by setting up obstacles, but you didn’t care and rammed them head-on.

Ramming into carriages blocking the way.

Ramming into hastily constructed wooden fences.

You avoided ramming into people, but if the person’s hair was golden, they didn’t get such a privilege.

[The ‘Tin Knight’ says it’s a good day for lion roadkill!]

The preference for chaotic melee over fair and dignified battles was the same for you and your companions.

***

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